sleep!hair is not a look i rock

anonymous asked:

Did you ever get the impression or vibe that Zuko & Katara both liked each other towards the end of Book 3? I did, like Zuko's reaction and him saving Katara and Katara's face watching Zuko take the lighting for her sells it completely like that screams love, but also the little things like them sleeping next to each other, Zuko sitting next to her during the play and Katara fixing her hair when Zuko sits down next to her, also all the times Katara teases him, they liked each other clearly!

Yes! I did!!! From the hug in Southern Raiders and on, I felt like subtle hints were being made that Zuko and Katara had crushes on each other. 

1) First of all, this hug was something fierce. 

Originally posted by captainmikasaackerman

2) Ember Island Players was FULL of it. 

Originally posted by thxdivinemove

[ Move the fuck over bitchboi, byeeeee ]

Originally posted by thezukonation

[ casual flirting and flirty looks teasing ]

[ then there’s bullshit when play!katara is fucking play!zuko behind the rock in the catacombs. yeah. you two are real subtle. ]

3) There’s this little look of complete innocence and not at all an ‘oh my god his hand is on my shoulder’ look. Just look how content she is being touched by him. She just like chills and stares. RIP

Originally posted by tara1517


Originally posted by queen-of-destruction-nemesis

[okay y’all okay. whatever you little dweebs]

I’m like 95% sure they had a crushes on each other:

EXHIBIT A: Rescuing her by literally shoving Suki out of the way

EXHIBIT B: long stares at her back with the sunset in the distance 

Originally posted by zuzusexytiems




Yeah, they liked each other. That’s it. I’m actually pretty sure Zuko loved her. Now, whether this was intentional ship baiting by Bryke, or moves made by the Zutara shippers in animation/writing, I cannot tell you. RIP ZUTARA. RIP. 

connorxxmurphy  asked:

#18 “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” connorxevan :)


my my my my my boys!! 


Evan fell asleep easily. It took them a month or so of dating to get to the point where they were comfortable enough with each other to cuddle, but the first time they did, Evan fell asleep almost the second he curled up against Connor. Over time Connor came to realize that literally any time that Evan was laying down next to something warm, or with a blanket on top of him, he was in danger of falling asleep. Connor was never annoyed by it, he found it endearing. Evan was constantly anxious in his waking life, but sleeping was one of the few times that he looked completely at peace. Connor cherished these moments. 

Evan was a totally still sleeper. Once he was in a comfortable position, he wouldn’t move. Much to Connor’s dismay, he wasn’t much of a sleep talker as well (Connor had hoped for Evan to say something cute or funny). Evan would just lay there until he woke up. Sometimes it would seem like he wasn’t even breathing, scaring Connor half to death. 

Evan would always wake up and apologize for falling asleep but Connor would brush off the apologies before pulling Evan closer. 

Right now, the sun was warm, and Connor for a split second regretted laying out here. All it took was one look at his (sleeping) boyfriend for the heat from the sun to become irrelevant. Evan’s legs were tangled up with Connor’s which was kind of risky seeing how they were on a hammock. 

Evan mumbled under his breath and shifted slightly, letting out a puff of air. Connor now recognized these signs as Evan waking up. Right on cue, Evan groaned, and moved his body, rocking the hammock. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Evan. 

“What ya lookin’ at?” Evan’s voice was heavy with sleep. His cheeks were a rosy pink, and his hair was a complete mess. Connor smirked at his boyfriend. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Connor said. Evan blinked at him a few times, his sleepy mind still processing the words. He then blushed even more and buried his head in the crook of Connor’s neck. Connor laughed, and rubbed his boyfriend’s back. All of their movement was shaking the hammock that was already small to begin with, so when Evan moved up to kiss Connor, the hammock tipped over. 

The two boys laughed when they hit the ground, the now empty hammock swinging above them. 

“I love you,” Evan whispered. Connor gazed back at Evan, and knew for sure that he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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The pornstache

(A/N): I’m so sorry you guys but I’m having really bad writer’s block right now and I couldn’t even write my own requests but I was sorta feeling this one so that’s why I’m writing it right now…sorry again


Warnings: hints of smut

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

   (I actually thoroughly enjoy the pornstache)

  You sigh softly as you listen to the roar of the crowd, just outside the blue curtains. This wasn’t the first time you’d ever been on a talkshow but no matter how many times you were on TV you’d never get used to it. You were much more comfortable behind some glass walls, singing your little heart out, not out in the open for everyone to judge you. 

   “And please welcome our special guest (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The curtains open and you plaster on a smile as you walk out, hoping no one could tell just how scared you were. 

   Jimmy Fallon, the host of the show you were on tonight greeted you with a wide smile and open arms. You gladly meandered into his arms, hugging him lightly as he beamed from ear to ear. 

   “It’s so glad to finally have you back on the show! It’s been what- 2, 3 years?” 

   “I think it’s been three,” You chuckle lightly, grimacing just a bit at your voice. “I’m so lazy, like it takes so much effort to put out music. You have to get out of bed, go to the studios at ungodly hours of the morning, sing for hours on end, and then repeat the whole process again,” You sigh softly, smiling just a bit. “But luckily I can look like shit and no one’s gonna notice right?” Everyone laughs at this, only partly boosting your confidence. 

   “Oh come on,” Jimmy gently smacks your shoulder. “I bet you look great,” 

   “Oh no,” You chuckle. “I look so bad in the mornings, like I’m surprised I don’t scare the shit out of my-” You pause, smiling as you think of your man back home; Sebastian. God, you loved that man more than anything. 

   “Out of your fiancee?” You nod and smile, unable to stop a blush from spreading over your cheeks. 

   “Yeah, I’m surprised he doesn’t leave me or something,” 

   “Um uh-” Jimmy chuckles, unable to even get through his sentence without giggling. “Speaking of your fiancee, aka Sebastian Stan.” At this everyone cheers, hollering and screaming at the mention of the love of your life. What made it even worse was that you knew he was watching from home, no doubt smiling as he recognized that tell tale blush of yours. “Can we just talk about his new facial hair?” At this Jimmy pulls out a picture of Seb with the mustache he’d recently been growing, a god awful pedostache. You laugh hysterically, snorting a bit as you look at the photo. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh as you reach out and take the photo, looking at it more closely. “He looks like a poor kicked puppy,” You laugh some more, tears nearly falling from your eyes as you look at the picture. 

   “Do you kiss him with that thing?” You nod your head, still cackling at the photo. 

   “Oh it’s so great,” You giggle lightly as you pass the photo back to Jimmy. “But yes- yes I do kiss him with that thing,” 

   “Oh (Y/N),” Jimmy cringes, laughing just a bit. “It’s so bad though-” 

   “I think it’s adorable! Just look at this face!” You gesture to Seb’s face in the photo, still smiling widely. 

   “Everyone thinks it’s so awful though,” 

   “Well I think it’s absolutely adorable,” 

  “You really do?”

  “I really do,” You smile and nod affirmatively, looking at the photo again. 

  “So enough about Seb’s god awful facial hair-” Jimmy directs your attention away from the photograph and instead to an album, more specifically your album. 

   “So this is your fourth or fifth album?” Jimmy asks, giving you a slight smile. And with that conversation you delve into your interview about your most recent album. 

    You try to close your apartment door behind you quietly, hoping that you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake up Seb. It was 3 in the morning after all and after the show Jimmy had wanted you to stay and talk with him, the roots, and all the other guest stars on the show tonight. But as you open the door gently you began to realize that perhaps you may not need to be quiet after all because sitting right there on your couch is Seb, the remote to the TV clutched in his hand. 

   “Seb, What are you doing up?” You ask as you slide your shoes off, reveling in finally being free from the objective material. 

   “I was watching your show,” He mumbles sleepily as he rubs at his eyes in the cutest fashion. “I wanted to stay up and wait for you,” You smile softly as you make your way to the couch, taking a seat beside the exhausted looking Seb. 

   “You should’ve been in bed hours ago,” 

   “ ‘M fine,” Seb mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck, his mustache tickling your skin just lightly enough to border on tickling and pleasure. 

   “You’ve been up filming for hours straight, you should be resting,” 

   “I’m really fine (Y/N),” Seb smiles against your neck, his lips curling upwards wonderfully. “I don’t think I could’ve gone to sleep anyways,” 

   “How come?” You ask as you reach up to run your fingers through Seb’s wonderful hair. 

   “Well I’ve been meaning to ask you something since your show,” 


   “You really like the mustache?” Seb’s tone held just a bit of insecurity, one that you had to put a stop to immediately. 

   “Yes.” You reply quickly, almost too quickly. “I really like it, you can really rock the look,” 

   “I think you’re the only one who thinks that-” 

   “But that’s all that matters right? Who cares what your fans think, or some stupid magazine? So long as your soon to be spouse enjoys it then that’s all that matters,” Seb smiles gently as he kisses your neck softly, allowing his skin to brush against yours deliciously. 

   “That’s all that matters to me,” You sigh as his lips brush against your sweet spot with every word, each little brush of his lips sending fire to your core. 

   “You know what?” You smirk as you continue to run your fingers through Seb’s messy hair. “I think I’d like that mustache even more if you put it to good use,” Seb pulls away just a bit, looking at you with a curious look. “I bet your lips would feel incredible between my legs right now,” Is all you provide as you spread your legs apart, enticing your fiancee just a bit. 

   “Oh doll,” Seb sighs a bit as he leans down, his lips brushing by the waist band of your dress pants. “I’m gonna make you feel real good,” 

Give me a badass looking boy with a wonderful heart, who would treat me really nice. (He could be stylish, might have a good taste in music, sharp jawline, messy hair, shiny teeth and good butt.)
[Or at least give me someone]
—  Me talking to whoknowswho

I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!

Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach.
Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.

I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.

“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.

“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”

“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.

“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.  

“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”

I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.

“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.

He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.

Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.

“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.

“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”

Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.

He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove.  Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.

“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”

With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.

“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”

Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.

“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.

Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.

“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.

“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.  

Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.

“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.

“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.

A Mother's Arms

Originally posted by nigmax7

Just a teeny, tiny, little, itty, bitty fluff nugget for Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to all my Moms, Step-Moms, Grandmothers, Aunts, God Mothers, any woman who makes a difference in a child’s life, today is your day! (Not my gif, I borrowed it, cuz its so damn cute and kinda fits my little story. I am in love with this gif, by the way.)

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Dating V would include

Originally posted by jeonbase

Kim Taehyung
- Okay this boy
- You’d never know what to expect
- One moment he’s there then the next you turn around and he’s gone???
- Where’d he go???
- You would steal his jackets and he wouldn’t even be mad because oh my gosh you’re wearing his clothes
- He could double as a pillow/ teddy bear while sleeping
- There would seriously never be a boring moment
- Ever
- Couples clothes
- Building forts together, esepcially in the colder months
- Lazy mornings
- Lying in bed together, cuddling while it rains
- Or playing in the rain, it varies
- Whispering in the dark to each other at night
- His precious square smile all the time
- Really deep voice omg
- You’d want him to sing you to sleep all the time
- And he’d happily do it
- If anyone makes you upset you know he’s ready to fight them
- But first he’s going to hug you and make sure you’re okay
- He’d probably rock back and forth and stroke your hair to calm you down
- Best friend couple tbh
- You trip each other and wrestle
- But it turns into laughing and cuddling and cute smooches
- He looks pure but he’s a sexy lil shit
- And he k n o w s it
- That tongue
- Frick
- You think you have a date with Taehyung
- But in reality you have a date with Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook
- You’re third wheeling on his dates with the maknae line
- Or even fourth wheeling
- Okay just putting this out there
- If you guys have kids
- He will be such a gREAT FATHER
- He’d just be so kind and loving and all tHIS WILL PROBABLY BE COVERED IN A LATER MORE IN DEPTH POST
- If you’re also weird and outgoing, Yoongi might cri bc he just wants to sleep
- But he cannot because you and Tae are just doing something
- God knows what
- Probably rapping Cypher together outside of Yoongi’s door
- While Yoongi is lying in bed with a pillow over his face
- You’ll be there for the day Tae finally gets to have his own Cypher
- (please let that day come)
- You’re really supportive him and he’s really supportive of you
- You honestly might come home to a pet goat one day
- “Tae.. what is this?”
- “A goat.”
- “Yeah but- you know what okay.”
- It’s better to not ask questions with him
- B A C K H U G S
- So much cuddling
- And snuggling
- So much skinship in general tbh
- He just wants to make you feel loved
- Have u seen his hands
- U get to hold those hands
- You’re just so lucky to have Taehyung be your boyfriend let alone be in your l i f e he’s just such a blessing
- Everyday will just be full of love with you two
- So much that the other boys will be sick of your love (secretly jealous)
- But like I said, it’s just such a loving relationship

Baby 101

Summary: Lance changes your sons diaper.

Pairing: Lance x Reader (and son)

Warnings: just some daddy Lance :)

A/N: Tomorrow I’ll either upload a part of Tainted Love or BITL so be prepared for either one of those. Anyways this is just a lil Lance drabble, hope ya enjoy :)

You were exhausted. Actually, not even exhausted was the right fit for how you felt at the moment. You were drained; tired but you were still sitting in the rocking chair that was in the living room, holding your son who wouldn’t let you have a five-minute nap.

But maybe, just maybe he would this time. He was calm, eyes fluttering closed and you let out a sweet sigh, a lazy smile spread on your face. Your eyes began to close as well, hoping for even a minute of sleep but that dream was soon crushed  when your son began crying.

Your eyes snap open and land on your baby. “There’s no tears coming from your eyes you faker.”

This made your son wail even more and you groan. “I can’t get five minutes of sleep? Just five minutes?”

Your son continued to cry and you rocked him back and forth. “Where’s your dad at?” you sigh, looking at the front door before turning you gaze back to your baby.

Seeing as the rocking wasn’t helping, you sigh and pull down your shirt to breastfeed. “You hungry, handsome boy? Hmm?”

He wasn’t hungry.

You pull your shirt up and rub his back, trying to calm him down but nothing was helping. It was then that Lance came through the door, hair tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he dropped his bag on the floor. He lets out a sigh and shuts the door, laying his head on the wood.

“Sorry I’m late. Cassie kept messing up her routine so we had to stay even later until she got it right.” He sighed, turning around to you. Cassie was one of his students. She was fourteen years old and super nice.

“It’s okay,” you hummed.

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded over to his son. “What’s wrong with Caleb?”

It’s your turn to sigh. “He won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried everything and-” you pause and lift your son up, smelling him. “He needs his diaper changed. That’s why he’s crying.”

You rub your eyes and sigh once more before moving to get up. Lance – seeing how tired you were – placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit back down. “I’ve got this, baby.”

“Are you sure? I just need to-”

“You’re tired. Go to the room and get some sleep. I’ll watch Caleb.” He cuts you off.

You smile and stand up. “Thank you so much Lance.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “Anything for my wife.” He pulls away and takes your son in his hands. “C’mon my little cabbage, let’s get you changed.”

You smile as you walk to yours and Lance’s shared room. Lance calls Caleb “little cabbage” because the first thing you changed him into was a green onesie and it made him laugh because he looked like a little cabbage.

Upon entering the room, you stretch before climbing into bed and snuggling up. You were almost asleep when you heard Lance talking to your son.

“We gotta let mommy sleep because she’s tired and she needs her beauty sleep. Not that she’s not beautiful already. No, your mommy is the most gorgeous mommy alive and I’m a very lucky guy.” you hear him say and you smile. After his little speech you hear Lance pulling the adhesive tabs off and your eyes widen.

You jump out of bed and run over to Caleb’s nursery. “Lance, wait! You have to-”

You arrive in time to see Caleb peeing all over Lance. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, covering his sons privates with the diaper again. “He pissed all over me!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh but failing immensely. Lance glares at you and you watch the liquid drop off of his chin and onto his shirt.

“You think this is funny?”

You shut your mouth. “No..” but it doesn’t take long for you to burst into laughter once again.

Lance looks over at his son who was gurgling happily and he shakes his head. “Cabbage, what the hell man? You’re not supposed to pee all over daddy.”

Your son only smiles at his father and you grin. “Go change and wash your face, I’ll finish this.”

Lance sighs. “Okay but afterwards you’re taking a nap,” You nod and he smirked at you. “cause you need all the energy you can get now that your doctor cleared you for sex.”

You shake your head at his words, trying not to smile but failing. “Shut up and go change.”

“Will do.” The two of you meet halfway. “But first, kiss me.”

He leans in but you move away quickly. “Lance!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “I’m going.”

A/N: I have a friend named Caleb who I sometimes call cabbage (but I mostly call him Chelsea {Chelsea is the girl version of Caleb I guess you could say} he even signed my get-well card with Chelsea back in 8th grade lmao) so that’s where the inspiration for cabbage comes from lmao. Hope ya liked this lil drabble, tell me what ya think!


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Peter Pan Imagine Request/King and Queen

“ Hello! Reading through your OUAT Peter Pan imagines and they are super great!!! I also saw you like suicide squad and i LOOOVVEEEEE that too. I was wondering if I can request an imagine sort of mixing the two? Like where it’s Peter and the reader and they’re both a little(or a lotta) nuts but they’re like totally obsessed with each other and like not like regular HQ and Joker where it’s abusive but more like the suicide squad relationship? I’m sorry if this is too hard to follow but thank you!”

I honestly had so much fun with this, enjoy!

Warnings: Possessive Pan,cussing,smut,violence.

Before Y/n ran off and joined the King and the lost boys, she was a sophomore student, getting straight A’s and even joining clubs, also was running for school president, of course she won, she was the first sophomore to win , and she owned that title.

Peter would visit her every night at her window, he would constantly flirt with her, play with her hair, touch her arm, hand, even her face on occasion.

“Oh Y/n, you know I live for these moments with you.” he smiled 

“Pan..” you would blush and look down.

“What Y/n? And I told you, it’s Peter for you.” he would smirk and your heart would flutter with butterflies.

“You know I can’t leave.” you say with a smile.

“Oh I think you can, I think you’re just a little frightened.” he says as he rubs your arm.

“What about school?” you ask

“What about it?” he says in a sassy tone

You giggle, “You’re crazy Pan.”

“Oh, i’m not crazy, I’m psychotic.” he winks at you and leaves your window once again.

Peter drove you crazy, mentally and sexually. He would leave you little gifts, every night, it would be something such as simple as a flower, a heart shaped leaf, he was sweet, sometimes, other times, well …

“Who the hell was that walking you home today?” Peter would ask you in a stern tone.

“He’s my class mate Peter, he was being nice” you say

“ I don’t give a damn what he is, you’re mine remember? “ 

He would walk around your room pacing the floor, almost tearing out his hair, the thought of you with someone else drove him crazy, he wanted you all to himself, and if he didn’t feel like he had you, then it was down hill from there. He was obsessed with you, it was hot, and terrifying all at the same time.

It only took half a school year to get you wrapped around his finger, would’ve been shorter but he had things to do in Neverland at times and couldn’t talk to you for many hours of the night.

“I need you to do something for me my love.” he smirked.

“Anything, I mean . What is it?” you say

That day, was the day you were changed.

You trusted Peter, even when he had your life on the line.

“Jump.” he smiled at you, almost a insane smile.

“We’re on a building, I am not jumping,“

“jump for me, all you need to think about is happy thoughts.” peter said

You look in his eyes, “What if I fall?”

“Oh but darling, what if you fly?” he smiles

He then pushes you and you grab unto him, and he smiles wickedly.

“PETER!” you yell at him

“Oh come on love I told you I got you, now it’s on to Neverland.” he flys and takes you away to the place you now call home.

Y/n and Peter became the king and queen of Neverland, and God forbid anyone who tried to take away his queen.

You had been on Neverland for a while now, you and Peter would do everything together, he would take you on trips to fly around Neverland, sometimes you would leave Neverland but once in a great while for it was dangerous for you.

You would fight off pirates with Peter, you even held down hooks hand while Peter cut it off.

“DO IT!” you still remember telling him and him laughing while he did it,

You ran Neverland, you knew every creek,branch, flower, and rock that was on their, nobody could tell you what to do, sometimes not even Peter, but only sometimes.

You wake up to Peter putting his clothes on, the sight of his body was so damn gorgeous.It was stunning, his perfect arms, his muscles on his back, his v shaped line looking at his stomach you could see the 8 pack he had, you saw his sharp jawline and his fingers running through his chestnut hair.

 Everything, everything about him made you obsessed.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked

“We barely slept Peter” you smile

“Oh I know.” he winks at you and you simply giggle

He comes to the bed and gets on top of you, softly kissing your neck and jawline

“Peter if you start this up we may miss breakfast” you giggle

“Well I can just eat you” he smirks

“Peter I’m hungry!” you whine

“Okay okay, get dressed and meet me at the campsite, we’ll eat breakfast together.”

“Okay love you.” you yell as he walks out the door

“Love you!” you heard him yell back.

About an hour later you walked to the campsite and didn’t see Peter so you went to the boys, they were talking about nonsense, so you decided to practice fighting with your swords and knives, you got a lot of the boys attention, they made a circle surrounding you, admiring you and some staring you in a new way.

Peter soon came after and broke up the circle but then quickly smiled and realized you were getting the attention you deserved.

“Peter, you got a bad bitch, she’s hot.” says  lost boy

Peter turned to him ,brows frowning, he didn’t like the way he said that.

He then whistles and you come to his call.

“Yes?” you say as you walk to him.

“Come to your king.” as he pats on his lap

“Listen love I need you to do something for me okay?” Peter says.

“Oh anything Peter.” you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Go and make my loyal lost boy happy.” he looks at the lost boy, he was confused and worried.

You walk over and sit by the lost boy “You want me? I’m all yours.” you smile

Peter watches you, his eyes turn evil and starts to breath heavily.

The lost boy looks at Peter “Look Peter I don’t want no beef.” he says with his arms up signaling he doesn’t want anything to do with this.

“You don’t want no beef? No beef, no beef, no beef, no beef…” Peter says almost in a haunting voice

“Wait you don’t want me?” you gasp “Fine don’t waist my time then..” you say as walk over to Peter and rest your arm on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong ? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” Peter asked the lost boy

Now everyone is surrounding you 3, wondering what was going to happen next.

“No it’s just that’s your girl Pan” he says

“That’s right.” he says

What happens next is a mess, he throws him against a tree, beating the life out of him, you had to stop him, you didn’t care who Peter killed, but he was a lost boys, and just because he made a mistake you didn’t think he deserved to die.

“Let this be a lesson, don’t look at my girl, don’t touch my girl, don’t even think about my girl, you sick shit heads.” Peter say as he grabs you and starts to walk away.

From that day nobody even tried anything with you, they were better off with the drowning mermaids.

“Peter that was a little harsh don’t you think?” you tell Peter

“No I don’t think that was harsh, as a matter of fact I should’ve slit his fucking throat.” he says sternly.

“PETER” you yell

“What?!” he yells back

“You are mine, and mine alone, and if you ever disobey-”

“Disobey? Oh so am I your child now?” you ask sarcastically

“You’re my queen, if anybody touches you I will murder them.” he grabs your face and kisses your lips.

“You don’t understand, I’m in love with you.”  he pushes you against a tree and grabs your ass, you moan a bit but he cups your mouth and puts his finger to his lips signaling you to shush.

You nodded and let his fingers linger around every inch of your body.

“Peter please.” you whined

“All that chit chat’s gonna get you hurt, do you want it to hurt?”

You nod.

Peter and you never made love, it was always rough, dirty, and just simply nasty.

He’d pull your hair, smack your ass, bite you, make you scratch his back til there would be droplets of blood, he never took it easy on you, and you were perfectly fine with that, because after he would treat you gentle and kind, he never showed you his feelings until after sex, he saw your pain, and seeing you in pain turned him on like no other.

The next day you could barely walk, in fact you could barely move, the day after those type of nights he would let you rest and would check in on you. He would come bring you breakfast and lunch, and by dinner you  would be able to walk and go hang out with him, he was in love with you, and you were n love with him, and nothing could tear you apart.

That day you stood inside making Peter clothes and trying to figure out how to make dinner for tonight, dinner was a special thing for you guys, you all loved dinner, it was the best time of the day, everyone came and could relax, personally Peter’s favorite time of the day, he would tell his stories and fighting adventures, Peter loved getting attention, especially if it was from you, he craved it.

You loved seeing him happy, he was the cutest, he would smile and his eyes would brighten up, he made all these type of facial expressions and his hands would be flying everywhere. You felt happy knowing he was happy.

“Now, lets go steal run from Hook eh?” Peter says

All the lost boys yell “YEAH!” and you shoot up and laugh wickedly , finally some fun

You all sneak unto Hooks ship,giggling and laughing, Peer signals you all to be quite as you all get closer o the rum. This is when you all get serious.

You sneak into the room, you grab unto Pans arm, he smiles at you and brings you closer to him, you kissed him and he kissed you back.

“You ready love” he smiles

“Let’s do it.” you say

You all run in and attack the pirates, some snuggling the rum, some taking weapons, you were fighting off the pirates right with Peter, you had a sword and kept swinging and eventually knocked out a couple pirates, you were laughing and giggling so much you didn’t notice that Hook himself was right behind you.

A bird call was made and that was the sign to move out.

“COME ON BOYS!” Peter yelled and stared to run with the lost boys following him

You started to run as well but then a hand goes over your moth and takes your sword, before you knew it you were tied up and blindfolded and put somewhere cold and it smelled like rm and sweat.

Peter and the lost boys made it back to the campsite all was good, they cheered and yelled for they made it back with jewels, rum, and new weapons.

“Let’s see all the prizes now shall we?” Peter said


Peter opened the bag and showed all the stuff giving something to each lost boy, letting them hold it so that they’d feel special.

While everyone played with their new toys and drink, Peter felt different but couldn’t put his finger on it.

He looked around his eyes grew big and his heart became heavy, he felt sick and like he was about to faint.

“WAIT” he yelled

All the lost boys stood quite and looked at him a bit worried

“Where is she?” he became weak

“She must be on the ship!” a lost boy said

“Oh no!” an other one said

“We have to go get her!” said an other

“What are we waiting for lets go!” Peter yells.

He felt scared, he was terrified, the only thing keeping him stable was gone, if he didn’t have you by tonight, he’d go crazy, well even more crazy than he already is.

By the time he got to where Hook’s ship was it was gone, Peter’s knees hit the floor. “That fucking basterd, I’ll kill him.” he yells.

The lost boys all spread out and try to find you, Peter also runs and tries to finds you, he searches high and low every crook in the corner, under every rock, even begged the mermaids for help, but nobody could find you.

Will he ever the love of his life? Where would Hook even take her? What does he want with her? Will the king ever find his queen? So many questions ran through his head, he sat down and pulled his hair, he began to become crazy.

Hold It

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Synopsis: Quietly sneezing is definitely something Kim Taehyung has never mastered before…

Parent!Taehyung AU

Word Count: 720

Author’s note: So after making Wrong Milk, I really wanted to make another fatherhood au for another member. Then I watched a video of Tae sneezing and this happened. -Admin kai

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

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part of me is you.

summary: “Come on, smile for me.” Lin giggled as you glared at him before giggling. “One day the kids are going to see it and love it.”

a/n: really sad lin imagine, send help. if you’ve seen grey’s anatomy some of the flashbacks are inspired by them.


“Y/N,” Lin whispered as his hand squeezed hers. She was dying. He had to learn to be alone.

“It’s okay to go,” Lin whispered and felt the tears fall down his cheeks, they dripped down his lips and onto his chin as he squeezed her hand once more.


“Smile at the camera,” Lin laughed as he pointed his phone at his girlfriend. Y/N shook her head as she looked up at the man from where she was seated. Lin smiled at her, she always smiled when he smiled. It was her weakness.

“No.” Y/N said bitterly, looking back her her textbook Lin’s arms wrapped around her. “Please.” He begged while she shook her head. Of course, she didn’t look up, though, she was busy. She was an intern, doing scut, learning the way around the hospital. Lin was beyond proud of her, the smile on his lips never leaving when he pointed the back of his phone at them again.

“Our children will appreciate seeing your smile when you’re gone,” Lin noted and kissed her forehead. “Our children?” Y/N questioned and turned her head to look at him. Lin’s eyes widened while the smile never left.

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Caffine Challege

This is an older challenge that I wanted to do but didn’t get a chance to start till now.

Prompt: “You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.”

You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.

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Tired (Drabble Challenge)

59. “How do I even put up with you?” + Sehun

It was your own personal Friday movie night, complete with a coffee table full of junk food, your favourite blanket, and your favourite spot on the couch.

The movie was half-finished when an exhausted Sehun clambered into your apartment, cast off his shoes and jacket, and collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

‘I love you,’ he mumbled hazily before finally drifting off to sleep.

You encased him in your arms as well as you could with his wide shoulders, stroking his hair back.

The hot waves of Sehun’s breath that washed over your skin produced a tickling sensation. It made you shiver and you tried to adjust so that the pattern of air flowed differently, but he was like a rock.

‘Sehun,’ you whispered, and then again more loudly when he didn’t respond.

Sehun groaned.

‘What?’ he mumbled against your neck.

‘You’re tickling me,’ you complained.

He groaned again and propped himself up, looking at you through the fog of sleep.

‘How do I even put up with you?’ Sehun said with a yawn. The audacity of the question erased any remarks you had thought of, producing a chuckle instead.

He readjusted himself so that his head rested on your chest instead in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist. You didn’t have a choice in the matter.

‘Sehun, you know we have a bed, right?’

‘Mm,’ he moaned. ‘This is better.’

Baby Girl. (SR)


 Reid/Reader with a little baby girl

 The small cries from the baby monitor awoke me from the deep slumber I was in. I pushed myself up rubbing my eyes, taking the hair tie from Y/N’s wrist pushing my hair in a messy bun. I stretched and groaned slowly shuffling into the nursery where our beautiful little girl laid crying. “Oh sweetie what is it?” I softly cooed, gently picking her up rocking her in my arms. “Daddy’s here sweetie. It’s okay.” I told her sitting down in the corner rocking chair. I yawned and settled her onto my chest, softly patting her back. “Spencer? Is she hungry?” I heard Y/N ask from the door. The corners of my mouth tugged up. “I think she is.” I answered her as she and closer to me taking her from my arms. “I like your new hairstyle babe.” She giggled as I stood up from the chair letting her sit down. “Sorry, I needed it off of me.” I said shyly. “I’ll go get you some green tea okay? I’ll be back." 

"Love why don’t you go back to sleep, you look exhausted.” I told her tucking her hair behind her ear. “I need to get her to sleep first.” She told me, tilting her head back slowly rocking out baby girl in her shoulder. “Come on love, I can put her back to bed.” I told her pushing her up slowly taking out girl in my hands. “Go back to sleep sweetie.” I told her slowly leaning in to kiss her forehead. She gave me a lazy smile and nodded her head exiting the room. I looked back to her softly stoking her cheek with my index finger. “Hey sweetie, mommy and daddy and both need some sleep okay? Can you go to sleep for me for the rest of the night sweetie?” I asked her yawning. I placed myself back into the rocking chair and placed her on my chest slowly cradling her, rocking her. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “You’re so small, you look so much like mommy.” I told her slowly rubbing her back. “I love you. I didn’t know I could love anything so much. I promise you and your mother that I’ll do everything to keep you safe. You’re our whole world.” I said smiling with tears of joy. I kissed her forehead and placed her in her cradle, grabbing my coffee cup taking a sip of it. She looked up at me and grabbed my finger. “You’re going to a heart breaker aren’t you?” I asked her giggling. “How about you say we stay up, I have a cup of coffee, you had your midnight snack. How about we go watch cartoons?” I asked her grabbing her softly again taking her downstairs to the couch, flipping on the tv.

The soft breaths fell from her mouth. Her small eyes were closed and her tiny fists gripped my t-shirt. I smiled and stood up taking her back up the stairs to her nursery. “Goodnight sweetie.” I told her kissing her forehead. I yawned and shuffled back into the bedroom. I crawled into bed and cuddled up to Y/N. “Babe you’re back.” She said turning over kissing my lips. “I thought you were going back to sleep?” I questioned. “Well I was, but I heard you talking through the monitor, it was sweet I couldn’t stop listening.” She said smiling placing her hand on my cheek. “Oh you heard that?” I asked nervously. “Yes I did. I also heard you taking her down to watch cartoons.” She said laughing. I smiled loving to listen to her laugh. “I love you.” I blurted out placing my forehead against hers. She smiled softly and kissed my lips softly. “I love you too Spence.” She whispered. I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her. “Let’s get sleep. I’m tired as hell.” I told her nuzzling my face into her neck. “Goodnight darling.”

its short i’m sorry ;’(

Love Stays, Through All - {Kol Mikaelson x Reader} By: Chloe Vaughan ( wattpad: vaughanchloe / tumblr: chloe-skywalker )

                                                 Chapter 1:


“ WHAT YOU GONNA DO, HUH?! Whip me till I am the daughter you want? The perfect little saint that is practically a slave and has no free mind?!” I half  yelled at my father. I was chained by my hands to a tree behind our house. My father, if you  could even call him that was whipping me because ‘children are better seen than heard ‘  apparently that also applies even when the mayor asks you a question.

“Yes, I will whip you till you get the idea that I am in charge, that you listen to me! Most of all till my arm gets tired.” he said while he leaned down and said that in my ear.

He stood up and pulled hir arm back “ and guess what? My arms nowhere near tired.”


I woke up with a gasp, my heart beating like crazy and breathing heavy. I sat up really quick and looked around realizing I wasn’t there I was home. As a felt tears starting to stream down my face, I then felt a pair of 2 strong arms wrapping around me. Next I know I’m being cradled into a chest.

“It’s ok, shhh… it’s ok“ he kissed the top of my head rocking me a little “You’re ok, it was just a nightmare”.

“That’s the thing though,they’re not just nightmares, they’re memories. It actually happened. I hate reliving that part of my life.” I said to him while sniffling.

“Baby I’m sorry that all that happened to you and I wish we would have got to you sooner.”

“Hey, hey don’t blame yourself, I’m glad you got to me when you did. You and your siblings. You guys saved me.” I said as I turned around in his embrace and cupped his face.

“Yeah, but I still wish I would have gotten to you sooner, and they are your family now to they have been for over a century and they will be for centuries to come.” he said while using his left hand to cupping my cheek and the right hand running through my hair.

I leaned into his touch and smiled “ I love you Kol, always have and always will.”

“I love you to y/n.” he kissed my forehead. “Let’s get back to sleep, let’s switched side you, usually steep better that way.” I moved to the left side of the bed next to the wall wall and in between the wall and Kol. Me and kol face each other and cuddled into each other, he rested his chin/head on top of mine. As I snuggled into his chest. Kol has one hand under my neck and around my head cradling my head the other wrapped around my waist our feet and legs tangled together. I always feel safe in his arms.


Kol p.o.v.

When I woke up I looked over at y/n and saw she was actually sleeping soundly. She woke up almost every 2 hours last night. I hate that her memories haunt her dreams. It was almost noon I know she would wake up soon. As much as I don’t want to leave her, but I know that she will be hungry. So I kissed her on the top of her head and untangled myself from her, I got dressed. I walked over to the bed and knelt down next to her on the bed, I stroked her cheek then leaned down next to her and kissed her forehead.

I opened and and closed the door as quietly as possible. As I walked down the stains putting on my jacket.

“Ah, brother fancy seeing you actually coming out of your room, where is the lovely y/n, hmm?” Klaus asked with a smirk in a sarcastic tone.

“Ah brother, apparently me and my lover arent your new reality show .” I said as I descending the stairs. Smirking at my brother, then I sighed.

“I’m going to get lunch for us, blood and burgers. If she has another nightmare can you please check on her.” I pleaded him as I headed to the front door.

“Of course brother, anything for her and you, you know that.” Klaus said as he started to walk up the stairs.

I know he would take care of her he loves her more then me, Elijah, Rebekah or anybody.


Klaus’ p.o.v.

I walked up the stairs to Kol and y/n’s Room to watch her till Kol comes back.  As I entered the room I sat down in the chair by the TV.

ever since we met her I have tried to find this bill that would stop for nightmares. It’s bad enough that they  actually happened to her, and her past. But they keep haunting her. I wish there was something I could do.

She is the person closest to me. Not even my siblings are as close to me as her. She listens to me and I listen to her it’s been that way since I found her.

when I found her I couldn’t believe what I was seeing she was chained to the side of a building being with but she didn’t make a noise.

She’s strong, tough, feisty, exedra…  y/h/l (your hair length), y/h/c (your hair color), y/h (your height).  She short but it’s cute. She’s a fighter.

I see why Kol  loves her. I love her too but not in the way that Kol does. Kol loves her in a romantic way.  I love her in a family Big Brother way.

She started to move around and whimpering in her sleep, I walked over to her bedside down a start running my hands through her hair. Trying to calm her down, she sat up quickly, panting.

I move closer to and wrap my arms around her rocking her into my chest.

“ Hey, it’s okay, shhhh…”

“ I’m sorry”  she said looking up at me.

“ Why are you sorry love?”  she should know that she never has to be sorry, special not to me.

“I’m a bother, I’m always having nightmares and I’m always having to be protected by you or Kol  when I’m sleeping. I’m-”  I cut her off there.

“ You listen here my love, you are not a bother. Your nightmares are not your fault, and we, me and Kol we Wake up in the middle of the night and early morning to help you with your nightmares cuz we  care  about you and love you. So don’t you dare everything that you are a bother to me or anyone.”

“ Thanks Klaus”  she gave a tight smile.

“ I wouldn’t have made you a Mikaelson if you were a bother.”  I say while running email her head, while kissing the top of her head.

She chuckled and turned around hugging me. Nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck.

“What do you say to us getting your address? Huh?”  She nodded ‘yes’ to my question.


Y/n’s p.o.v.

“I’m here” me and Klaus heard from the study.

I got up from the couch after finally getting out of the incredibly strong grip Klaus had on me  as we are reading lore.

“Hey k” I said to Kol  as I walked up to him and we started kissing passionately.

“ That’s quite the welcome. I brought lunch, so let’s  eat what you say darling.”  He said wrapping an arm around my shoulders.


After we ate we decided to go shopping. Kol  Need’s a new shirts and Kol  said I needed new clothes too. Although I got to admit I would rather shop for clothes with Kol and Rebekah. Don’t get me wrong I love shopping with Rebekah it’s just she always is trying to get me to  try on things better definitely not me or my style;  and Kol Knows my style and loves it. It’s easier to shop with him.

We were visiting all our favorite shots and we were even using our vampire speed and messing with other people.

“How about this one?”  I asked him while putting  a hat on my head. I made a funny face and returned to him.

He laughed and shook his head ’no’.

“ How about this,huh?”  he asked me. I looked and he made a face and I laughed.

“Nooo,  To Venice a qua”  I said laughing taking the glasses and hat off his head.

“Oooo,  What about this”  I said putting on a leather jacket, and twirling.

“ darling you look amazing. Let’s get it.”  He said walking up to me and putting his arm around my neck.

“ You know we could just come tell the lady and not pay,  right”  I told him as he took out his wallet.  we didn’t always compel people to get things, sometimes we pay. It’s just compelling so much more fun.

“ Love, compelling is fun yes. But, actually using money to buy and sisters you if I want vampire I would still get you expensive things.”  He finished kissing my head as we left the shop.

“ If you weren’t a vampire we would have never met”  I’m mumbled sadly.

He stopped and pulled me to the side of the  ally. “ Yes, that’s true but I am so no worries. Okay?”  I nodded and  we started to walk back to the  mansion  hands link.


As we walk into the mansion and I could hear could hear Klaus yelling at Rebekah and  Rebekah yelling back. Me an Kol Left at each other. As we enter the library Klaus  didn’t look too happy and Rebekah looked a little livid.

“ We left, you undagger us and now you want us to go back!” Rebekah said.

“ All darling sister is complaining again. What is it about this time?” Kol  Said with a smirk and pulled me closer to him as we set down on the couch across from Klaus.

“ she’s just mad because we need to go back to Mystic Falls. We left for a while but now trying to go back,… All of us.”  He finished. Kol glared at Klaus and pulled me into his side.

“ why all of usNik, hmm?” Kol  ask. Last time Klaus went to mystic falls he didn’t have me come. See Mystic Falls is where I grew up it’s where a lot of stuff happen when I was younger, a lot of bad stuff. He Didn’t want me there because He was trying to keep me from reliving the memories while being awake.

“I’m going to need help plus, we are family always and forever and I and I bought a home where we can be a  family.” Klaus said With a tone that would make you think that if we didn’t come he would break.

“ I’m game, plus We Are Family how come it can’t be that bad”  I said and nudged Kol.

“ fine, I’ll come too. New people to mess with” he said with a smirk and looked at me and I mimicked the Smirk.

“If it means I get to mess with the little Gilbert brat, I’ll come.”  Rebekah said to Klaus. and of course Elijah  agreed.

“ Good comma so pack your stuff we leave in two days in the trucks will come in four days they will bring everything so once we get you’ll have to buy new clothes.” Klaus said with a clap and left to start packing.

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hungarianbee  asked:

Glad to see you're open, boo. Can I get some Reaper76 with sleepwalking?

You absolutely can! :D Any excuse to write some angsty, fluffy, snuggly R76 I will absolutely take, so here you go!

Also I tried playing around with this idea that Gabriel kinda has two modes now (courtesy of Talon reconditioning maybe???): Gabriel and Reaper. Gonna write a big ol’ masterpost one day about some of my Reaper/Gabriel ideas. Maybe.

Ship: Reaper76

Setting: New Overwatch (Post-Canon)

Rating: SFW

Jack had never been a deep sleeper at the best of times, but ever since the HQ explosion, he’d been even worse. It wasn’t unusual, in the years that he wondered alone as the vigilante Soldier: 76, for him to find himself in places he was certain he hadn’t fallen asleep in: quiet suburban parks, alleyways, paddocks, even once or twice in someone’s backyard. If he wasn’t in the habit of waking up shortly after having slept walked, there was a fairly good chance he’d have gotten himself either caught or killed. Then there were times when he didn’t just walk; he’d once woken up in the middle of trying to break in to someone’s house. Recognising that he was gradually becoming a danger to himself, he had started going as far as tying up his feet before sleeping, as long as he was reasonably sure that no one would try to get the jump on him during the night.

From what he could remember, Jack suspected that the sleep walking had really started during his years in the SEP. He had shared a room with Gabriel back then – an assigned living situation that neither of them had been thrilled about to begin with, but that Jack later came to consider a blessing. He remembered Gabriel telling him about the first time it had happened.

“I didn’t know what the fuck you were doing, man! You just, got up out of bed and started trying to open the door. I told you to get the fuck back to sleep but you were like a zombie. It creeped me out!”

Thankfully, Gabriel knew that you couldn’t just wake someone up while they were walking. It became almost a routine for Gabriel to hear Jack opening the door, get up and go after him, and gently coax him back to bed. Sometimes Jack remembered Gabriel’s voice through the haze of his dreaming, soft and fuzzy and warm. “C’mon, Jackie, let’s get you back to bed now. You’re tired, right? Better get some sleep, hey? There you go…”

Once he’d started crying in his sleep, and Gabriel had sat with him for hours until he’d woken up, throat raw and eyes burning, Gabriel’s arms wrapped tightly around him, rocking him back and forth. “You’re ok, Jackie, I got you… I got you…”

He’d tried to apologise later for being such a nuisance, for keeping Gabriel up at night, for having to have someone look out for him… It had made him feel weak at the time, especially when Gabriel seemed so assured, so solid, so steady. But Gabriel had laughed, ruffled his hair, told him to stop being so worried about everything all the time, he didn’t mind.

His influence had soothed Jack, a lullaby to placate his rapid-fire nerves, and when they eventually fore-went separate beds in favour of sharing on, Jack’s sleep walking stopped almost entirely. It started again after Overwatch’s formation, his promotion to Strike Commander, Gabriel’s assignment to Blackwatch, and the growing rift between them as forces greater than them tried to pull them apart. More often than not, his sleep walking during those years had brought him straight to Gabriel’s room, knocking on his door to stand there mumbling apologies and ‘I love you’s’ until Gabriel led him back to his quarters with a huff and a scowl and a ‘goddammit Jack…’

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Honeymoon Night | WinWin

Group: Nct
Member: WinWin/Sicheng
Genre:smut, marriage, first-time, mutal masturbation, kissing,
Requested: Yes
A/n: I really edited this so I hope you noticed. I’m human so I do make mistake I do make mistakes. This osn’t super smutty it’s more of a awkward first time lovers. I normally write super smutty but it was nice showing more emotional side to it.

Closing your eyes you recalled the last 4 hours. It was stressful time planning a whole wedding. It was all worth it for one of the best days of your life.

You’ll always remember taking those steps walking down the aisle looking at Sicheng beaming smile.

Realizing that you may be the luckiest person alive at be marrying Dong Sicheng. He was a perfect human in your opinion.
A great boyfriend that you were lucky enough to snag. He was affectionate, kind and also understood you.

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Six Weeks

Here’s a little Daddy!Killian one shot that I had bouncing around my head the last few days. 

It’s a lot less angsty than it seems I promise. 

Also I’ve never had a baby so a lot of this stuff might be wrong! Sorry if it is!

Please reblog if you like it! I’m not too proud to beg. 

Ao3 and Ff

Rated M

Killian had always wondered how he would take to fatherhood. For a long time he’d accepted the fact that he may never be a father. After losing Milah he had abandoned hope that he would ever find someone with whom he would want to share something so intimate with, and after Balefire left in Neverland, he’d begun to fear one horrifying conclusion: that he had become his own father – ready to give the closest thing he had to a child to better his own situation. But when Emma told him she was pregnant he’d been thrilled. He’d finally found that kind of love again, after hundreds of years of searching and he could think of nothing more beautiful than her carrying his child, carrying proof of their love – of true love. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t lost countless nights’ sleep over it. When all the baby books had been read (and there were a lot of them) he often found himself lying awake in bed wondering if he would be like his father or if he could find it in himself to be like Liam – strong, dependable, supportive, loving, constant Liam. As he lay awake those nights he promised himself and silently vowed to Emma and his unborn child that he would be the later. He would be the father they both needed him to be – the one they deserved.

Surprisingly, Killian had taken to fatherhood quite easily. His daughter, so small and fragile he’d been afraid he’d break her the first time he held her, had stolen his heart in her first breaths. And she seemed pretty fond of him as well if he did say so himself – which he did, often and proudly. Since the second they brought her home Killian rarely left her side. He was up for every midnight and 3 A.M. feeding, despite Emma’s claims that it was her turn and he should sleep. He’d mastered the baby bjorn and the car seat to the point where he could do it one handed whilst balancing his girl in his hooked arm, and he’d even discovered that sea shanties were the cure for her restless nights.

“I told you, Swan. We have a little pirate on our hands,” he’d smirked as she’d rolled her eyes at his smugness.

What he hadn’t been prepared for, was how Emma had taken to fatherhood. He’d started noticing it the day they brought her home, when he’d taken his girl from his wife’s arms so that she could get out of the car – the look, her shoulders tense and her lips pressed in a tight line.

“Everything alright, love?” he’d asked, looking her over quickly to rule out anything physically wrong.

“Fine,” she reassured him before quickly taking the baby back and leading the way back into the house.

It had become something of a pattern. Whenever Emma walked into the room, finding him holding their daughter, rocking her to sleep or making faces at her at the breakfast table, she would react the same way, shoulders tensing, lips drawing thin and then an offer to take the baby from him. After the first week he’d started removing his hook whenever he was near his girl, thinking that Emma was worried he would accidentally hurt her and that was the cause for her ails. The next week he’d switched the hook out for his prosthetic hand on a near permanent basis. But still, Emma seemed uncomfortable, even troubled when she came upon the two of them. And still, she maintained that she was ‘fine.’

He’d brought it up to David once when the two met for coffee at Granny’s, baby in tow. It had been an awkward topic to bring up because while David loved his granddaughter Killian was pretty sure he still didn’t appreciate the evidence that Killian and Emma had had sex.

“When you and Snow had Neal,” he started, scratching the spot behind his ear, “Did she begin acting… differently?”

“What do you mean?” David asked, not looking up from the little pink bundle he was cooing at.

“Was she… protective?” he asked for lack of a better word.

David looked at him finally. “Oh, yeah.”

“Really?” Killian asked, relieved.

“We lost Emma so suddenly and so horribly when she was born. It took a while before Snow trusted Neal with anyone besides the two of us.”

“But she did trust you… with your child, I mean?”

David frowned at him. “Of course. What are you asking, Hook?”

Killian squirmed in his seat, taking his girl back and tucking her into the crook of his arm. He brushed the soft hairs that covered her head, still marvelling at the fact that he’d helped create something so perfect.

“Emma… I worry that Emma doesn’t trust me. With the baby I mean.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” David frowned, folding his hands on the table. “You’re out with her now. She wouldn’t let you do that if she didn’t trust you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he conceded.

But something still irked him. And he was reminded of it when Emma walked into the dinner a few minutes later to join them, that same expression appearing on her face before she took the baby from him. David shot him a look and Killian knew he’d seen it too.

As they were making their way out the door David stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, waiting until Emma was out of earshot.

“I’ll talk to Snow,” he said. “Maybe it’s a motherhood thing. For now, just try talking to her.”

“I’ve tried. She always says it’s nothing. But I’ll keep trying. Thanks, mate. I appreciate the help.” He clapped David on the shoulder and followed Emma to the car.

“I see what you mean,” Snow said when they were over for Sunday night dinner at the loft. “She certainly seems… on edge whenever you’re holding the baby.” The look of concern on her face had Killian more worried than he’d been in the four weeks since his daughter had been born. “Killian…” she started gently. “Have you ever heard about post-partum depression?”

Killian’s eyebrows shot up. He’d read about it in passing in some of the baby books he’d poured through when Emma was pregnant but he’d never considered the reality of it.

“It can lead to women being afraid to leave their babies in the care of anyone else. Including the father,” she explained, placing a soothing hand on his shoulder. “I have a book on it. If you’d like to borrow it.”  Killian was at a loss for words, unable to speak over the lump in his throat and settling for a nod instead.

That night, after Emma had fallen asleep, Killian sat awake reading the book from cover to cover and deciding he would talk about it with Emma in the morning. He was just getting ready to go to bed when he heard his girl whimpering over the baby monitor.

“Hi, little love,” he whispered, picking her up from her crib and cradling her against his bare chest. Her little fist balled up in the hair there and he winced a little. “You’re getting strong,” he told her. “Just like your mum.” He kissed her head, rocking her and humming lightly as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

“Oh, come on!” His eyes shot up to the doorway where Emma stood in one of his t-shirts with her hair rumpled and an exasperated, annoyed look on her face.

“What?” he asked, genuinely confused. He couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve such a reaction.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she demanded in a tone he believed to be much harsher than necessary.

“I was going to bed. And skin to skin contact is good for bonding. I read it in a book.”

“You and your books. Just – give her here. You go to bed,” she said, arms out to take the baby. “And put on a damn shirt.”

“No,” he answered, pulling back slightly.

“No?” Shock and confusion flashed across her face.

“No. Look, Swan, I don’t know why it is you don’t trust me with our daughter but we have to talk about it.”

“What are you talking about? I trust you with her.”

He scoffed. “Clearly you don’t. You should see the way you react whenever I hold her – like you think I’m going to hurt her. Like I ever could. And then you take her away as quickly as you can.”

“I don’t –”

“You do. What I can’t figure out is why. Is it because of what I’ve told you about my past? Because you know, Emma, surely you must know I’m not that man anymore –”

“Killian,” she interrupted him, her expression softening as she leaned against the doorframe.  

“I think we need to talk about post-partum depression,” he said, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “Your mother gave me a book on it and –”

“You spoke to my mother about this?”

“I was worried! Look at you! Even now I can tell how tense you are looking at me holding her.”

“Killian. I don’t –” the frustration was growing in her tone.

“It’s okay, Swan. It’s totally normal and we can face it together and –”

“For fuck’s sake, Killian!” His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I’m not post-partum! I’m horny!”

Killian froze, eyes snapping up to meet her face which was quickly turning bright red. “Come again, love?”

“I’m horny, okay? All these stupid hormones have me all out of whack since the baby came and seeing you holding her and looking like that it… does something to me.”

Killian tilted his head, trying to wrap his mind around the new information. Gently, he set the now sleeping baby down in her crib and strode slowly towards his Swan. “It does something to you?”

“Yeah, okay. Don’t look at me like that! It’s not that weird okay!” Killian fought the grin that was tugging at his lips. “Just… seeing you, holding a baby, our baby, and being so good at being a dad and I mean, Jesus, would it kill you to put some clothes on every once in a while? It makes me want to jump your bones every damn time I see you with her whether that’s in our kitchen or in the middle of Granny’s. And would you stop looking at me like that! It’s not funny”

Killian couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face at that, or the chuckle that left him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He was standing directly in front of her now, bodies nearly touching and he could feel her breath on his chest, warm and quicker than it had been a minute ago.

“Because we can’t do anything about it!”

He frowned. “Why not?”

She rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh. “Because the doctor said we have to wait until six weeks after I gave birth to have sex and it’s been a month and it’s freaking killing me!” she groaned in frustration.

“Oh, Swan,” Killian teased, reaching out to brush his fingers along the length of her arm, grinning when she practically jumped at the contact. “You didn’t read any of those baby books I gave you, did you?”

She frowned. “I read some of them,” she said, her voice shaky as his hand continued its exploration along her side and down to the hem of her stolen shirt.

Killian hummed, fingers teasing the skin of her thigh. “Well if you’d read all the books then you would have read that it’s strictly penetration that’s off the table until you’re cleared by your doctor.” His hand slipped under the shirt, making its way up to her hip and across her belly. “Everything else is fair game whenever you decide you’re ready.” Her breathing was coming out in shaky pants, her knees shaking under his touch. “I’ve been waiting for you to let me know,” he said as his hand trailed lower. “I’ve been going mad not being able to touch you.” His fingers dipped into where she was already wet and wanting and she gasped. “So tell me, love,” he drew her bottom lip lightly between his teeth and pulled before letting it drop. “Are you ready?” he asked with a teasing smirk, so close she could feel his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“Fuck, yeah,” she said, grabbing the back of his head and lunging forward. Killian groaned, pushing her back against the hallway wall. He kissed her long and hard, mouth slanting against hers, letting his tongue delve deep as he ground against her. His hand came up to cup her breast, thumb flicking her nipple through the shirt and she threw her head back, biting back a moan only so as not to wake the baby. Killian took it as an invitation, letting his lips and tongue and teeth trail along the side of her neck to the spot behind her ear that had her hand fisting in his hair hard enough to hurt.

“Please,” she begged and that was all he needed to hear before dropping to his knees right there in the hallway. He took a moment to take her in. He always loved seeing her like this, lost in the throes of passion, blind to the world around her. She ground her hips towards his face and he smiled, pressing a kiss low on her belly before drawing one of her thighs up over his shoulder and dipping his head.

The fist of touch of his tongue against her heat had her slamming a hand against the wall above her head while the other grabbed hold of his hair, holding him in place. He smirked again and focused on the task at hand, licking and sucking and kissing, keeping his touch light for fear of hurting her but from the muffled sounds she was making he wasn’t too concerned. It didn’t take long, not after four weeks of pent up sexual frustration and as he closed his lips around her clit and pulled she convulsed over him. He helped ease her down her body sweaty and shaking before finally going boneless.

She urged him up to his feet, pulling him in for a kiss that washed away all the fear and doubt he’d been harbouring over the last month.

“I’m so glad you read,” she said and he buried his head in her neck to stifle the booming laugh that escaped him. “Shh! You’ll wake her!” Emma hushed, holding him tight to her body.

Killian grinned salaciously against her skin. “I don’t know, Swan. If I’m being honest I feel like that could work to my benefit.”

She smacked him on the shoulder for his cheek and he nipped the crook of her neck in retaliation. They stood there in comfortable, happy silence until Killian’s head snapped up, realization dawning on him.

“Bloody hell, how are we going to explain this to your parents?”