so totally going to bed now

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CEO!Shikamaru headcanons to his daughter being upset with him for missing her talent show? - RainbowClouds

Jay: Thank you for the request <3 It isn’t too long, but I hope you enjoy it! :3

CEO! AU: Shikamaru missing his daughter’s talent show.

  • CEO!Shikamaru is the kind of dad who comes home totally drained of energy and falls straight into bed. Maybe he’s got some dinner, but the workdays are hell for him and his daughter. He makes time on the weekends as much as he can, but honestly, he’s the kind of guy who is like “I work so much, i just need some sleep right now.” So honestly, I can see this going three ways.
    • She tells him about it, but he forgets because he didn’t really listen to her at the dinner table. Dick move, shika.
    • He literally fell asleep and that’s why he missed her show.
    • He was stuck at a meeting, which he personally hates the most.
  • His girl is probably very intelligent but god, she’s just a kid too! And sometimes Shikamaru can forget that. He knows his wife is aware of his job, she has to accept and love him for it - but a child can’t see things the way he or his partner may be able to. She wants her papa, everybody else’s dad is there, why can’t he be there?
  • He’s gonna feel guilty about it either way but… might just not be the best at explaining it to his daughter. Might go to his partner for advice because being a CEO, he doesn’t have too much time with his daughter. And he often feels like he isn’t as connected to her as he’d like to!
  • Depending on what kind of things his daughter likes, he’d try to make it up to her on the weekends. Maybe spend time with her somewhere she’s wanted to go for a while. He’s always a lil akward with his kid in their younger years if he really is a CEO but he tries his best
  • Honestly, he might crack a little smile if he sees his girl being all pouty, but he understands she’s actually upset. And even though going out to events like this is usually a draaaag, he wants to be part of his child’s life! Those are important moments and he knows that his daughter needs him. And since he doesn’t have much time for her in his every day life, he sees it as even more important!
  • I can see him trying extra hard to be part of it next time! Uhh, uhhhh maybe if she dances or sings then he’s going to sit down at home and let her do it for him, in their living room? “I am sorry, I couldn’t be there. Why don’t you show me now? I really want to see it!”
100 ways to say ‘I love you’, Skins edition
  1. ‘Wake up (name), you twat.’
  2. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’
  3. ‘Can I carry your books?’
  4. ‘Yeah, wow, lovely… No. But I like that you’re funny Iooking.’
  5. ‘Oh thank you, you’re so nice.’
  6. ‘You fancy me?’
  7. ‘I think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?’
  8. ‘We’ll miss you, won’t we?’
  9. [ text ] : EAT
  10. ‘Have you always had that mole?’
  11. ‘I’m respecting. Believe me, I’m respecting.’
  12. ‘You alright? Do you want to dance?’
  13. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’
  14. ‘We’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?’
  15. ‘Shall I give you head?’
  16. ‘I’m gonna get an early night. Coming to bed?’
  17. ‘I’ll give you head - that’s friendship.’
  18. ‘But what about you? You’ve got bigger problems than me.’
  19. ‘I like your hair.’
  20. ‘And I’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?’
  21. ‘I realised something. I’ve been an idiot.’
  22. ‘And I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?’
  23. ‘You’re clever, funny, and… very, very pretty.’
  24. ‘So I’ll see you around.’
  25. ‘(name), you came! I mean, cool, I mean… I wasn’t sure you would.’
  26. ‘Do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?’
  27. ‘I don’t want this to be difficult.’
  28. ‘Did you get beaten up?’
  29. ‘I want to speak to you, and I think you want to speak to me.’
  30. ‘Kiss me again.’
  31. ‘Come on, I’m taking you for breakfast.’
  32. ‘Happy birthday, mate.’
  33. ‘There’s something I have to get off my chest and if I don’t, I’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.’
  34. ‘Come to bed with me. Please.’
  35. ‘You’re my best friend, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.’
  36. ‘See? I remembered your favourite.’
  37. ‘Look, sorry, (name). But your mum says we gotta take you home.’
  38. ‘Come out. I’ll get you dancing.’
  39. ‘Do I have to gay you now?’
  40. ‘Right, I know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, I think we’re ready, so, er, (name) … I want you to move in with me.’
  41. ‘Let’s talk. Fill me in with everything. Every little detail.’
  42. ‘We can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.’
  43. ‘And I fucking love you.’
  44. ‘Wow! You’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.’
  45. ‘Cheeky.’
  46. ‘Thanks for keeping schtum.’
  47. ‘Hi, I made tea.’
  48. ‘I’ve never been to a pyjama party before, so I brought Vodka. Was that right?’
  49. ‘I’ll show you how to do a blowjob.’
  50. ‘I missed you… I missed you too much.’
  51. ‘I think you can do anything.’
  52. ‘It’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.’
  53. ‘You alright?’
  54. ‘I know you, (name). I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!’
  55. ‘Fuck you.’
  56. ‘Can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?’
  57. ‘This is a once-only charity event, you understand?’
  58. ‘I bought a fucking gateaux.’
  59. ‘Please. Can we start again?’
  60. ‘Facebook really needs to hear about this.’
  61. ‘You’re very stalkable.’
  62. ‘I was scared!’
  63. ‘I am so proud of you.’
  64. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’
  65. ‘She’s lovely, isn’t she?’
  66. ‘You look nice in that dress.’
  67. ‘You are doing so well, sweetheart.’
  68. ‘So you’re mental, and I’m useless.’
  69. ‘So, what are we doing next, mystery girl?’
  70. ‘I’ll never forget you.’
  71. ‘Hi. I got eggs. We can have eggs, yeah? And Red Bulls and pain au chocolat.’
  72. ‘I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.’
  73. ‘Don’t take any crap this time.’
  74. ‘Badass.’
  75. ‘You’ve totally got, like, “fuck me” eyes, girl. Totally “fuck me sideways” eyes.’
  76. ‘Maybe we can go together.’
  77. ‘Don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.’
  78. ‘I’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.’
  79. ‘You’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.’
  80. ‘You’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.’
  81. ‘You need to sort yourself out.’
  82. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?’
  83. ‘Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.’
  84. ‘Hi, you look nice.’
  85. ‘You may live your life as you want.’
  86. ‘We’ll do a girls’ night in.’
  87. ‘You’re a shape-shifter of happiness.’
  88. ‘It’s not like we’re getting married! It was one dinner!’
  89. ‘Thank you, my henna-handed honcho.’
  90. ‘I’m sorry. I was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.’
  91. ‘It’s heavenly.’
  92. ‘Why aren’t you here?’
  93. ‘I tried to ring you.’
  94. ‘Everything’s better. Here you are again.’
  95. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
  96. ‘What’s happened to you, (name)?’
  97. ‘I didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.’
  98. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m so glad you came!’
  99. ‘I promise. Everything’s going to be alright.’
  100. ‘ I love you.’
Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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So alien perspectives on humans are always fun because you get space orcs or space gypsys or the occassional space kinksters (because no matter what it is, some enterprising human will eventually try to bang it) but I secretly love the idea that we’re going to be the Cryptkeepers or Nightmare Fuel Station Attendents of the universe (at best) because our lore is effing DARK, and the happy shit never travels across cultures like the horror does.

It’ll be funny at first.

Earth kids are THOSE kids and grow up to collectively raise THOSE kids: The Next Generation. We don’t retell crap like Frozen or Mulan or the Lion King or whatever. Common campfire stories are all about escaped serial killers with hook hands or co-eds getting axe-murdered while their roommate is sleep. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark or Goosebumps fare are readily told and embellished and shared again. Bloody Mary and Candy Man spread all over the Galactic Scouts of the Virgo Supercluster like wildfire. Human kids think nothing of it, but the youth of over twenty different alien races are completely traumatized.

And it starts from Day 1. Imagine it: some stressed human with a squalling newborn is stuck waiting in the spaceport lounge for a super-delayed flight to Alpha Centauri and EVERYONE is getting pissed and the parent is getting even more frantic and embarrassed because their language translator works just fine and Atarians haven’t exactly perfected whispering anyway so they KNOW they’re totally being judged right now (I knew humans were loud Grarblyx, but this is ridiculous!!!) and they eventually go “fuck it” and resort to nursery rhymes. Jesus. It’s nice enough at first and kinda sweet and the human parent actually has a good singing voice so no one really minds, but then the words start registering? Holy. Shit. The bystanders are going to be just, just SO lost. This scumbag fleshie stuck their baby in a tree and it fell out and that’s okay with you?? An elder went to bed and bumped his head and fucking died and you’re singing about it??? Plague carols, Hrothlax! The fleshie’s singing plague carols! No one knows what’s worse–the parent thinking this is acceptable, or that fact that its working and the baby is soothed by the horror rhymes. #DemonBaby and #HumanParentsAreTheWorst are trending on cosmic Twitter within the hour. #WTFHumanity –a top twenty mainstay– hits the number one spot yet again.

That triggers even more curiosity and OF COURSE nursery rhymes trigger the fairytale discussion, and Humans Are Trolls so screw Disney, its Brothers Grimm (& Co.) time. Cinderella? Chopped off toes, ensorcelled shoes, birds pecking out eyes. Little Red Riding Hood (or the Lon Po Po variant, which is Nightmare Fuel in its own right)??? Snow White???? (WHY ARE HUMANS TELLING THEIR KIDS STORIES ABOUT MURDERING KIDS? NO WONDER THEY’RE NUTS–THIS NONSENSE STARTS AT BIRTH!!) Sleeping Beauty??? (Bloodline curses and rape, wtf?????)

You know what Earth offers up to Galactic TV??? It’s not Star Wars or Star Trek or super hero movies, because all that is reality now. Rom Coms never do well off Earth. (Or on Earth, these days) because they don’t cross culutres well. But slasher films??? They never go away because we LOVE them, even if only to mock them. Time to revisit the classics. Michael Myers returns, the Scream franchise is rebooted. SO. MANY. AXE MURDERS.

Humanity, you’re so weird, lol.

But everyone better hope it stops there at the Cryptkeeper level, or THINGS GO WRONG.

Next level? The supernatural shit is POSSIBLE because aliens are real and there are species that see what we only barely detect, and some Effed. Up. Mess. goes down on Earth. All those horror stories based on some human with ESP drawing the wrong thing’s attention? All those written off feelings of paranoia or fear? That’s going to make for some fucked up reality checks for HUMANS because our sixth sense is notorious and then you have to wonder…ghosts? Poltergeists? Demonic or violent entities? All that was contained on Earth but now can cross the stars.

What happens when ideas that thrive off the collective unconscious goes galactic? What if there is a species that has evolved enough to engender psychic constructs?

They’d better be kept far away from shit like Freddy Kreuger, and ALL gods forbid the Slender Man mythos resurfaces. The Cthulu Mythos??? That’s introduced and immediately banned and now Earth isn’t quirky and dangerous-but-awesome, but SpaceHell.

Good job, humanity. Good job.

Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

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Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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Fault - 2

(Part 1)


“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1251
Warnings: Injury, angst

There are bright lights when you come to, blinding. That’s the first thing you notice.

The second is the pain, hitting you like a brick to the chest then spreading agonizingly quickly, like fire, to every inch of your body.

The third is that you’re moving. Fast.

“Stop–” You cough, hacking up your lungs as blood coats your lips. Bucky throws you a worried glance through the rear-view mirror, and then you’re moving faster.

Stop the car!” The words are just out of your mouth before your body convulses in on itself, sending you into another coughing fit, eyes daring to shut again because of the pain. The car jerks swiftly to the right, then jolts to a stop. In the backseat, you gasp for air.

The door above your head opens and cold air rushes in, stinging your face. It’s wet outside, but the sky is clearing up and there’s a couple stars shining, and you’re trying to focus on them in hopes that it’ll distract you from the pain. Then Bucky’s face appears in your line of sight, eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth is moving, saying the same thing over and over until you can finally make out his words. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

And truth be told? You’ve been wondering the exact same thing. There’s panic ebbing its way into your veins, coiling in your stomach and threatening to slip past your lips in cries for help, but you can only just manage to whisper between coughs.

You want to say something, but suddenly there’s a hand on your arm and every single nerve in your body tenses and there are alarms – sirens – going off in your head, the word danger flashing in an angry red in your mind. “Stop! Stop! Don’t touch me!”

The hand is gone as fast as it came, and Bucky’s alarmed face is in front of you again, eyes wide. He takes you in for a moment, barely concealed panic behind his blue eyes, before his expression falls into a neutral. “Look Y/N. Everything that happened back at the tower? We can deal with it later, okay? Just let me get you help first.”

You want to scream. Nothing makes sense. Nothing around you makes any sense at all, and the word ‘help’ is so foreign it sounds more like a threat than a promise of safety.

Your actions are slowed down by the wounds all over your body, and with your mind equally as hazy, you don’t get time to respond before the door slams shut. You flinch.

The front door opens and Bucky sits down and then he’s driving again, and you’re in and out of consciousness, trying to figure out a way to get out of the car but knowing that in your state, there’s no way you could manage.

“I have to–” you breathe sharply as the car swerves to the left. “Tell you something. Bucky, listen–”

There’s another sharp turn to the right this time. Your body lurches forward and the seat belt suddenly feels like a knife to the stomach, cutting into the exposed, bloody skin. It hurts, god, it hurts so much that you can barely focus on anything around you. Tears cloud your vision, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

They know, Bucky. They know and they’re going to come back.

The words never slip past your lips.

“Look, I just–”

“You better get out of here before I blast your punk ass out.”

This is the second time you wake up to bright lights, and it takes a few blinks to clear your vision. This time, there’s no pain. Instead, it feels like you’re floating on a cloud, and everything around you is a different, calm kind of hazy. It feels kind of nice for once, until–


The arguing around you comes to a stop, and the constant hum of machines fills the room. Tony, casually leaning against the wall with a bag of dried blueberries in his hand, pushes off when he sees you awake. He throws a glance at the other man in the room , sporting a black and purple bruise around his left eye, and your breath hitches in your throat as you’re hit with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. There’s a thump in your chest, reflected by the quickened pace of the heartbeat monitor, and you shift backwards on the

The man looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, then stops at a cutting look from Tony. He closes his mouth, throws you one last glance, then shuffles out the door.

“How you feelin’, kid?” Tony asks as he walks to the side of your bed.

“Like shit.”

He laughs, and you can tell that he wants to say more, that there’s words caught on the tip of his tongue, but he bites them back with a lopsided grin and settles for a hair-ruffle instead. You’re too tired to swat him away.

The door swings open, and this time a nurse and doctor walk in. Routine procedure, now that you’re awake, they tell you. A couple broken ribs, a concussion, broken leg, four stitches across the forehead, twelve staples near the abdomen, and the list goes on. Then come the questions, which gain a few weird looks from Tony and a ton of scribbles from the nurse.

“You’ve been in a medically induced coma for the past week to aid in reducing the swelling of your brain,” the doctor says. You stare at him and he continues, “But you are showing symptoms of post-traumatic amnesia. It’s transient, so don’t stress about it. You received a lot of head trauma, so it’s expected. Your memories should return shortly; don’t try to force them back by thinking too hard, that’ll only hurt your head.”

You nod, trying to process the information. There’s this feeling that you can’t shake off, that you know something important that you have to tell someone, but you can’t figure it out and now you know why.

“We need to complete a few more tests, so you’ll be in here for the next couple days, but once that’s done, you’re free to go.” You nod again, and the doctor fixes some equipment around the room before leaving with the nurse trailing behind him.

Tony plops down in the plastic chair beside your bed. “Amnesia, huh?” You sigh in response.

“Okay, so, I was totally cool about the situation, but Capsicle? Think New York City, twenty-ten, fresh-out-of-the-ice. Guy was the most scared I’d ever seen.” A chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a groan of pain, and Tony only smiles.

“Get some rest, kid,” he says as he gets up to leave. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”

And he’s almost at the door when the question that’s been bugging you can’t stay in your head any longer.

“Tee,” you croak, voice raspy and mouth parched. He pauses and turns to look at you, eyebrows raised in question. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

Tony stiffens for a moment, eyes hardening and not meeting your gaze. Then he smiles, “No one you need to worry about right now, Y/N. Get some sleep.” He leaves the room.

For someone who had been asleep for the past week, you’re pretty tired. So you close your eyes, sinking into the pillow as sleep overtakes your body.

You dream of the man’s blue eyes and metal arm.

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Daddy!Tom would be like

a/n: sin as always
This one is a sequel to this one
But you can totally ignore it if you want to
I tried to fuse to requests on one
The continuation of the “teasing Tom in inappropriate situations” the “Daddy!Tom” but hey anon tell me if you want one completely separate
I’d love to do it anyway

• Tom would be kissing and bitting your neck so hard
• he’d be really furious but in somehow this would let you even more wet
• his hands traveling through your body leaving the mark of his fingers in some places
• and you decide to tease him even more bc why not?
• “You have guests. Would be so disrespectful if you just dissappear at your own dinner”
• he’d smirk in the crook of your neck and would stand up letting you curious about what he’d going to do next
• “You’re totally right. So knees and hands. Now.”
• for some reason you decided to provoke Tom until his limit
• so you just sit in bed and stare at him
• oh boy, he’s completely engulfed with rage
• he’d grab your hair, pull your head back and make you look at him
• “Hear me, princess. You can do what I’m telling you to do for good or for bad. Now on your knees and hands.
• “Tom, what are you…”
• he’d grab your hair stronger making you bite your bottom lip
• you wouldn’t let him brake you so easily, you want to push him into the edge
• so he’d lead you by your hair and would make you be in the position he wanted
• before you even have time to think about something you’d feel his belt against your ass
• as you let a small cry out and would feel the leather burning on your skin but this time with more
• “If I were you, I would be in silence. You don’t want anyone to suspect about what’s really going on here right?”
• since you didn’t answer he’d slap your ass again and you’d have to bite the pillow to hold a whimper
• “Answer me, babygirl. Can you keep it quiet?”
• “Yes, daddy.”
• and with that he’d start to hit his belt against the soft skin of your ass again
• your eyes would filled with tears as you try in all the possible ways to old any kind of noise
• Tom wouldn’t stop until the area start to get purple with a few bruises
• you’d be able to see him breathing heavily as he walk to the wardrobe
• your butt would be burning so much but you’re going to be more wet than never
• “Daddy, can I please get out of this position?”
• you’d listen to his laugh but wouldn’t dare to move until he says so
• “Darling, you’re not going to move until I come back”
• and saying that he’d handcuff your hands on the bed
• you’d look at him in pure shock and he’d grab your chin passing his thumb over your bottom lip
• instinctively you’d lick it making him smirk
• he’d put one finger inside you and you’d have to hold a moan
• “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t believe. Being a bad girl turn you on?”
• since he didn’t get an answer he’d slap your ass again making your eyes tear up
• “You’re really rebel tonight. I will teach you a lesson to see if improves this behavior.”
• and you’d feel him pushing something inside you but it can not be what you thinking
• “I’m going downstairs and have fun with ours friends while you can be here thinking about what you’ve done”
• he really inserted the vibrator inside you and he’s leaving you alone incapable of moving
• “Tom… You can’t leave me like this. Please, daddy. Please.”
• “Sorry, babygirl. I have guests. I need to be polite and stay with them.”
• and then you’d look at him closing the door, your moth open in disbelief
• he really left you handcuffed on knees and hands with a vibrator inside you
• you’d sink your hands on the palm of your hand and bite your pillow trying to muffle your moans
• soon you’d feel the familiar knot on your stomach surging
• you just don’t curse Tom until his 3rd generation bc they’re would be your grandchildren
• suddenly your walls would clench around the sex toy and you’d have a long moan escape
• you could feel your ass still burning from the punishment and your face flushed
• your breathing would be heavy and your eyes tearing
• your whole body now would be relaxed but that thing inside you wouldn’t stop vibrating so soon you’d start to be tensioned again
• you have no notion of time so every second would look like an eternity
• you’d let a small cry and a series of whimpers out
• you knew it that was useless try to free your hands but you’d try
• and would fail letting you even more frustrated
• without even noticing you’d start to groan and cry Tom’s name
• your mind would flight to the that little shit and to all the stuff he still want to do with you
• and for the second time you’d feel your walls clench around the vibrator
• this time you’d feel your cunt all over your pussy and your body would be hot
• you’d feel string spasm through your body, a soft layer of sweat would cover you and your ass would still be throbbing
• you really wouldn’t be able to know how much time passed
• twenty minutes? half hour? forty minutes???? one hour?????
• you wouldn’t handle anymore, your eyes rolling up every time a little spasm run through your body
• now you’d be doing all kind of noises and at every 10 words 9 would be “Tom”
• you swear you’re close to a mental breakdown
• you’d be so lost in your own little hell that you wouldn’t notice the door open
• Tom would smirk at the scene of you sinking your head on the pillow trying to repress all your moans and the way you try to free your hands from the handcuffs
• he’d walk to your side in silence and whisper in your ear
• “Did you learn your lesson?”
• you’d quickly look at him making his dick twitch as the vision of your pretty flushed face with eyes tearing up
• “Yes, daddy. Let me move. Please.”
• he’d give you a weak laugh as he shake his head making his curly hair would fall on his face
• he’d slowly take the toy of inside you and you sight feel good your body more relaxed
• but instead of free your hands he’d pull your hair making you look at him
• “I told I would fuck until you’re not able to walk, princess”
• and you’d swallow hard for what is going to come
• as he drop your hair he’d take his t-shirt off and you’d admire his body bitting your lower lip
• doesn’t matter how times you’ve seen it you’d ever think he’s the most beautiful creature alive
• after he takes his pants he’d be gone of your field of vision
• you’d feel his climbing in bed behind you and that would make you tense again
• suddenly your feel his mouth cleaning all you juice from your pushy and you’d be a moaning mess at this point
• as his mouth move away from you, he’d start to rubb his cock on your entrance making you, instinctively, push your body to meet his
• “If you want me, beg for it.”
• he’s such a little shit
• “Tom… please.”
• he’d never stop playing with you and from fact was close to a mental breakdown
• “Please what?”
• “Please fuck until I’m not able to remember my name”
• and with that he’d push himself inside you at once making let out a throaty groan
• he’d with one on the hair in the back know of your neck and the other grabbing your hips as he thrust really strong
• you’d try to move your hands again and would cry at the failure
• “Daddy, please let me touch you. I need you, I need every inch of you. I promise will be good.”
• he’d stop and pull himself away from you
• you’d start to freak out thinking this is another part of the punishment but when he open the handscuff would almost cry in relief
• Tom would grab your throat and make you lay down being on the top of you
• you’d lace your legs around his waist and hold his hair in your hands even if they’re numb
• his other hand would be in your thigh as he push his dick inside you again without warning
• your nails are leaving a red trail in his back as he thrusts against you become more erratic
• everytime you moan or something like that Tom would be able to feel the vibrations through his hand and that would make him crazy
• you’d listen him mumble things like “so fucking tight” and “so warm and good”
• your mouth would be slightly open making him pull your bottom lips with his teeth
• you’d be a moaning mess and actually he too
• you’d feel that knot under your bellybutton and your knew that you’re close
• “Tom, can I come?”
• the hand around your throat would tighten stronger and he’d groan
• “Come for me, love. Come for daddy.”
• and with that you’d feel your walls clenching around him as you roll your eyes and crave your nails in his shoulder
• with a few more thrusts he’d finish realize inside you and lay his head on the crook of your neck
• your body would still be shaking as he pull you into a hug
• he’d kiss your forehead and you’d smile at him
• you’re feeling exhausted and all you want to do is sleep
• “Baby… I really expect you’re closing your eyes to get strength to survive through the rest of the night because I told you wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow”
“Oh my god… ”

fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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Pairing: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst; Business!AU

Word Count: 7.3K

Warning(s): Min Yoongi; public sex, thigh-fucking, exhibitionism, slight praise kink, clothed sex, dirty talk, slight degradation

Note: This is the first time in a long time that I’ve written a fic, especially one that passes 3k haha. There should be a second (and maybe third) part, to conclude, so look out for that, I guess. I hope you enjoy reading this tho :)

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Even with the light filtering through your window, your apartment looks bleak. Shades of grey coloring every inch of your space, crowding you in when you look for even a sliver of color. Perhaps it’s symbolic of your mood, your worst fears come to life. Perhaps, it’s a sign. A sign that you need to move on, look for a new palette to color your life.

You clutch your blankets closer to yourself, unwilling to part with perhaps the only thing that’s keeping you grounded. Eyes squeezed shut, you inhale deeply, hearing nothing but the sound of your steadily thumping heart. A sign that you’re alive, even after everything that’s happened.

You still remember the day that changed it all. The day that led you down this path…

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Not to be that guy but if you don’t think Yuuri and Victor are the couple who casually touch each other’s butt routinely a thousand times a day you’re wrong. 

Yuuri’s hand is always in Victor’s pocket. A little grab in the morning while he’s also grabbing coffee. A casual touch during a break while drinking water and the squeak Victor does makes the entire Russian team think he got hurt. His are mostly teasing, and usually come with a quick “Sorry” kiss before he’s back to what he’s doing. He will admit his favorite thing on Earth is when he slips his hands into Victor’s back pockets, drags him to the counter, and share a terrible long coffee kiss while 90 alarms demanding they leave for practice NOW go off around them. 

Victor is NO better. Only he does it at the worse time. 

Yuuri is doing a very complicated stretch that involves total balance, concentration, and just so happens to stick his ass in the air. Victor just pokes Yuuri’s butt and then gets dragged down into “You made me lose my balance your punishment is a 1000 kisses” mock fight that’s Victor losing it against Yuuri’s collarbone while his husband kisses him silly. 

Curled up in bed talking about how much they love each other? Victor’s hand slides down and he whispers “Nice” to himself because lbr….Yuuri has the better ass between the two and I know for a fact Victor Nikiforov would agree with me. 

Yuuri loves it and usually laughs and casually reminds him he has Lilia’s new lunge exercise to thank and Victor is VERY torn over how to go about thanking his Coach’s ex wife for his husband’s fantastic ass. He settled on a fruit basket of mostly cantaloupe and peaches. 

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Amature Photographer in Need of Model for Experiemental Career Starter

Are you looking to get a jump into a modeling career? Or do you just like having pictures taken of you? If either of these apply to you, this listing is perfect for you!

I am an “amature photographer” looking to build up a portfolio, and I am in need of the perfect model for it.

You don’t need to have experience with modeling for this gig. I am not looking for a runway model or anything. You just need to be able to sit still and listen to any directions I may give you.

Dress and makeup will be left to your discretion. Details on that will be further discussed when chosen, as well as details on payment.

All I need from you right now is to reply to this with a sample picture (nothing fancy, just need to see how you look on camera), your first name and email address, and 3 facts about yourself.

Excited to meet you all through this lovely website.


“Is this stupid? This has to be stupid, right?”

Archie doesn’t even look up from his spot on the couch, eyes trained on his phone. “No, Jughead. This is not stupid.”

“Do people even go on Craigslist anymore? Will people even answer? I probably sound creepy, honestly. Arch, this is stupid, why did you talk me into doing this? I’m horrid at photography!” Jughead throws his head down onto the desk, groaning loudly. Archie sighs heavily and gets up, walking over to his best friend and reading the ad over his shoulder.

“Jug, this sounds just fine. Yes, people still use Craigslist and no, you are a great photographer. You won the county fair’s photography contest three years in a row. You beat the photographer for the daily paper!” Archie slaps his friend’s back enthusiastically, eliciting yet another groan from him. He rolls his eyes and moves his finger to the mousepad on the laptop, hitting the post button before Jughead rethinks anything. “There – the replies will come in in no time!”

Jughead lifts his head to look at the screen, groaning once more and slamming the laptop shut. He looks up at the tall redhead, shooting his best evil glare. “Have I ever told you that I hate you?”

Archie grins down at him, swiping the beanie off his head and ruffling his hair, earning a very manly squeal from Jughead. “You love me and can’t live without me. Now how about we order a pizza and play video games for the rest of the night?” He laughs as Jughead steals the hat back, already walking to the kitchen for the takeout menus they keep stashed in a drawer.

“Only if you’re buying!”

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‘Night in the Woods’ sentence starters

this is a list of some of my favorite quotes from the game Night in the Woods ! feel free to change any pronouns, etc  &  feel free to add more if you wish !

  • ❛ come on, let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me. ❜ 
  • ❛ everything sucks forever. ❜
  • ❛ don’t panic, but we’re all gonna die soon. ❜
  • ❛ …are you being sarcastic? ❜
  • ❛ i wonder what kind of weird animals have babies in there? ❜
  • ❛ caring doesn’t always seem to be voluntary. ❜
  • ❛ this is garbage. ❜
  • ❛ become a fire ghost and yell at people. ❜
  • ❛ hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❜
  • ❛ it ate our futures. ❜
  • ❛ because you’re my friend, you asshole! ❜
  • ❛ i’m gonna sound so husky. ❜
  • ❛ oh yeah like that doom shit, right? ❜
  • ❛ no, i was just saying you look like crap because i love you. ❜
  • ❛ you’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god. that was dangerous! i could have died! that was amazing! ❜
  • ❛ well, i guess i’m going to hike through the woods. through the woods is home, my bed, and my negligent parents.  ❜
  • ❛ i was so cute then. we were all so cute then. cuties, the lot of us. ❜
  • ❛ i kinda coast through on general blaaaah right now. ❜ 
  • ❛ eff college!! all those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❜
  • ❛ i’m a total trash mammal! ❜
  • ❛ i am the keymaster! i will unlock your ass! ❜
  • ❛ but i get to hit things. ❜
  • ❛ i’m upset that we thought the exact same words. ❜
  • ❛ cannibal pig, man. ❜
  • ❛ bite my entire ass! ❜
  • ❛ go legally brain dead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❜ 
  • ❛ i’m bad at decisions that mean something. ❜
  • ❛ get found dead, punks. ❜ 

Lol imagine if during their first time, like right before, when they’re still standing up and making out, John is like “do you want to get in the bed now” all heatedly and Sherlock is like “yes please” all breathlessly, but then Sherlock turns around and crawls onto the bed and underneath the covers with the sheets pulled up to his chin, and John just stands there like “uhh um” ‘cause they’re both still totally clothed and he’s thinking like does sherlock just want to like…go to sleep now i’m so confused like he knew I was talking about sex right? and he’s just standing there awkwardly until Sherlock is like “why are you just standing there I’m ready”

anonymous asked:

Omg I love the idea of MC having scars (like not just burn scars, like idk maybe abusive past?? i like angst rip;; ) and being insecure but the RFA (+ V and Saeran) just being all "stop you're so beautiful I loVE YOU SO YOU gOTTA LOVE YOURSELF MC!!!"

Pffft. “You gotta love yourself MC!” Are you dairy farmer? Because that was cheesy.

(I’d like to point out that some of these were already written before the prompt, and others were not, so I attempted to give the new ones new backgrounds, but kept Zen’s, Jumin’s, and Saeyoung’s the same because I liked them so much…. V’s was half written, so that’s why it’s still burns, just a different context)


  • MC has surgical scars all over her body
  • She tried to hide them from Yoosung because she didn’t want to worry
  • Of course, when he did see them, he was concerned
  • MC had to awkwardly explain that she’d had a bunch of cancerous tumors as a kid and they’d all had to be removed as they cropped up
  • Now, MC didn’t have any tumors or cancer anymore, but she still has to go in for regular check ups
  • MC is a little self conscious about her scars, so she tries to cover them up with makeup whenever one might be visible
  • Yoosung actually likes the scars a little because they’re proof that she’s a survivor and she’s alive


  • Remember that post about MC’s ex coming back to beat her violently? This is a continuation
  • MC has scars left from her ex’s heels
  • There are several in her arms and legs and only a little less on her torso
  • MC has a hard time looking at herself in the mirror after that
  • It’s always going to be a reminder
  • But Jaehee holds MC when she’s upset and feeling down on herself
  • And more than that, when MC wished the scars would go away, Jaehee was supportive
  • And MC whenever says that the scars make her ugly, Jaehee says the scars don’t affect her beauty at all


  • Well, he didn’t expect them, that’s for sure
  • He knew she was hiding something, he just didn’t know what
  • Zen walked in on her climbing into the shower by accident
  • There were burn scars diagonally across her back
  • And when MC turned around, startled, he saw there were more
  • He apologized and ducked out
  • While MC took her shower, Zen had plenty of time to think
  • How long had she had those scars? How did she get them? Is that why she always covered up so much and shied away when they started getting hot and heavy?
  • When the water stops, Zen waits anxiously for MC to come out so he can ask his questions, but twenty minutes later, she’s still inside
  • Zen goes to the door to knock and ask if she’s okay, only to hear her softly weeping
  • Propriety be damned, Zen bursts in and asks her what’s wrong (she’s wearing a robe)
  • She tries to collect herself and say it’s nothing, but Zen can clearly see it’s not nothing
  • MC explains that she’s afraid Zen won’t care about her now he knows she’s not beautiful
  • Zen’s actually offended she thinks he’d be so shallow
  • “Then again,” he thinks, “I’m such a narcissist. I probably deserved that.”
  • Zen makes it clear that she IS beautiful, that he loves her no matter what
  • A few scars aren’t going to scare him away
  • MC throws her arms around his chest
  • He ends up carrying her to bed and cuddling (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t because all evidence shows MC as tiny and he’s tall and works out and he would totally feel strong and powerful picking up his girlfriend and carrying her around)


  • He finds out when he buys MC a new dress
  • She’s reluctant to try it on because she knows it’ll expose the scars on her legs and back
  • But Jumin’s so excited about the dress and confused at her hesitation, she can’t say no
  • So she tried it on, and Jumin sees the scars
  • His first question is, “did someone hurt you?”
  • She explains that she was in a house fire as a little girl and a burning beam fell on her and left some pretty nasty scars
  • His next question is why she never got cosmetic surgery to fix it (he doesn’t mean it in harmful way, but she’s clearly uncomfortable and he doesn’t like seeing her unhappy)
  • She explains that the procedures were always beyond her means, now she’s just used to covering herself up like crazy
  • He offers to pay for the surgery, if she wants it, but she declines, saying she’d feel like a gold digger if she did that
  • He doesn’t bother her about it after that, but states that it’s on the table, if she wants it
  • He’s also a lot more careful when buying clothes for her
  • When MC asks him why he wasn’t disturbed by the scars, he simply states that she’s beautiful with or without them
  • He just wants her to be happy


  • He found the fire in her background check
  • He found that the fire took her mother and he saw the medical records
  • His first thought was, “god, she was only 7 years old.”
  • He starts to wonder if his user name is a nasty reminder, but he figures it’s probably not
  • However, when he sees MC naked for the first time, he blanches a little
  • He didn’t realize it was this bad
  • And then she covers herself up, a look of embarrassment and fear in her eyes
  • Immediately Saeyoung makes it clear that he knew she had scars, he didn’t think they’d be this bad, he’s sorry for staring, he didn’t mean to make her self conscious
  • He finds himself in the midst of a rambling apology when she giggles at his reaction
  • Saeyoung is just happy he managed to make her feel more at ease
  • The next time he sees the scars, he kisses them
  • Maybe he builds a story for when they have kids that basically is the story of their mother killing a mighty, evil dragon that killed her mother, and that’s why she has all those scars


  • Unlike the others, he doesn’t see the scars.
  • He feels them
  • But he doesn’t pry
  • He doesn’t feel like he deserves to know
  • But his hands keep wandering to them and she knows that he’s burning (no pun intended) to know
  • When V finally can’t take it anymore, he asks
  • She’s reluctant to explain everything to him, but MC says that she got into a little of incidents as a kid with a curling iron
  • V accepts this explanation for a while… before he realizes that they’re all equally spaced, on her sides, thighs, and upper arms with on her left forearm
  • A few days later he asks about it and how they’re easily spaced
  • He asks if she was hurting herself back then
  • Knowing what Rika did to him - making him watch her hurt herself - MC immediately denies it, but…..
  • Bascially, her mom was a manipulative, cruel bitch that took a curling iron to her more than once as punishment until she was 14, when she ran away
  • V kisses the scars and tells her he loves her and nobody will ever hurt her like that again


  • Scars on her wrists and ankles that looked suspiciously the scars on his ankle immediately put him on edge
  • Who hurt her?
  • MC tries to brush it off and not talk about it
  • But the moment she starts deflecting, he recognizes his own behavior
  • The difference is, when Saeran deflects, he uses anger, when MC deflects, she uses humor
  • Of course, Saeran stops asking because he doesn’t like talking about his own scars, but he wants to hurt whoever hurt her
  • Much to his surprise (and panic because of his inability to deal with such situations), Saeran finds MC crying on the floor of the closet one day
  • When he asks her why she’s crying, she admits that she’s embarrassed by the scars and she hates them
  • They make her feel like she’s back in her parents basement, chained to the water heater
  • He flinches at the idea, but he ends up joining her in the closet and just sitting with her
  • They talk about ways to hide the scars and how wrong their parents were to treat them like that
  • They also talk revenge fantasies, which makes MC feel better and gives Saeran ideas on how to treat her parents if he ever meets them
They Don’t Teach You This In SexEd-Joji Miller Imagine

“Joji/reader fic where reader loses her virginity with Joji in the heat of the moment despite making a promise that they would wait for a special occasion? All consensual of course.” -Anonymous

Never non consensual here anon! I refuse to write a detailed non consensual smut on this blog <3

Also Joji isn’t a virgin in this because i didn’t know if you meant that both of them were or just the reader :) Sorry if it’s not the way you wanted though


WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT (did i mention there’s smut)

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anonymous asked:

After Boatsex, do you think the fellow passengers will suspect something going on between Jon & Dany? Do they try to hide it from everyone or do they let their feelings out on that one month voyage? Cause you know Jon & Dany will be sharing a bed for the duration.

They totally try to hide it!!!

Because having something illicit and secret is hot but also fun and distracting and it is a way for Dany to take Jon’s mind off of all his cares.

But predictably, it’s just a boat so I mean. Not that easy to hide what’s going on so they do a shit job of it and everyone knows. Tyrion especially is Bamboozled™ that in recent memory he was having to keep Jon from literally running away from Dany and now they are knockin’ boots every night. He’s happy that the alliance is happening and that he was right about them getting along, but secretly he’s harboring some salt that Dany now takes most of her advice from Jon. 

Davos in true Dadvos fashion is pleased as punch and fangirls over it worse than we do. He can’t believe that that saucy bastard Jon Snow did it and got the girl and he likes to think (and he’s right) that he played a role. He is SO. DAMNED. PROUD. of Jon so he just wants his smol broody son to be happy. He wants him to have the stability Stannis never had and the life Davos himself couldn’t give his own son.

But yes they share a bed the whole time because Dany simply can’t abide the cold and Jon likes having someone there himself because he has bad dreams :(

He is more paranoid about the secret than she is though so he wakes her up at the ass crack of dawn every morning and literally carries her teensy self to her bed so that her feet don’t have to get so cold. 

But again. Fooling absolutely no one. 

This has been my implausible fluffy headcanon that no one asked for :D

anonymous asked:

on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?


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Chris Evans Fic: Might Actually Be Perfect

I’m on a fluff roll! I need to get back in to angsty head space to finish one of my WIPs but for now, here’s another instalment of the Chris Evans and Model!You, based on a request from @msgem. Hope you enjoy!


It was bedtime in the Evans household and that meant story time. With four kids aged seven and under, finding a story that suited the full range of sons and daughters was a struggle, as was the timing.

Story time needed to be early enough for two (almost three, Chris reminded himself) year old Connor and this caused some not-very-well-hidden disdain on the part of seven year old Mason, who was the oldest and beginning to think that meant he was entitled to certain privileges beyond having a bed time half an hour later than his two younger sisters: Grace, five and Freya, three.

‘Dad, I’m too old for story time now. I’m seven! And it’s way too early for me anyway, my bed time is way later now!’ Mason’s dramatic stance was almost laughable as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom, feet apart, arms crossed defiantly across his chest. He was so like you it wasn’t even funny.

You had Connor curled up on your lap, your legs covered by the bed sheets. Your two baby girls were snuggled in next to you, awaiting their story. Chris was in the playroom and nursery next door, selecting this evening’s book but clearly also listening to Mason’s argument about story time.

You were about to intervene when you heard Chris’ calm voice drift into the hall.

’D'ya know what buddy? You’re totally right. You are way too old for story time now so you better just go ahead to your room, tuck yourself in and we’ll see you tomorrow. I think that’s what all grown up seven year olds do, isn’t that right, Mom?’

He addressed the last question to you as he appeared next to Mason in the doorway, two books in hand. You played along, realising Chris’ attempt at reverse psychology.

‘Your dad’s right Mase, you’re just too grown up for us now. So goodnight sweetheart, see you in the morning.’

Chris placed a hand gently on his shoulder, ‘I know your bedtime isn’t for another hour yet but if you can’t come to story time anymore, you better just go sit in your room until it’s half past seven.’

Mason was clearly at a loss, not expecting this sudden turn of events, as he glanced between the two of you before sloping off in the direction of his room. You and Chris shared a knowing smile as Chris approached the bed.

‘Right then, for those of us that aren’t too old for story time, our choices tonight are The Gruffalo or Room on the Broom!’

Gracie immediately shouted, ‘Room on the Broom!’

‘The Gruffalo, The Gruffalo!’ Freya insisted.

‘Oh dear, it seems we have a stale mate. Does our youngest audience member have a preference?’ Chris directed his gaze over to you and the toddler curled up against your chest.

‘I think Connor’s too tired out to mind hugely,’ you offered.

‘I’ve got an idea, Daddy,’ Grace spoke out, voice slightly muffled by the sheets tucked around her mouth.

‘Go on then baby girl, hit me with it,’ Chris stood with his arms outstretched, waiting for her reply. He was always so animated and such a showman with the kids, and they loved him for it.

‘Tell us the story of how you and Mommy met!’

Upon hearing this, Freya made her agreement known, chanting away until Grace joined in with her.

‘Oh, you’ve heard this story hundreds of times!’

'But it’s our favourite. Please Dad, please?

Chris looked at you with his eyebrows raised in question, 'You happy to hear this story one more time?’

'Of course,’ you smiled back. The version Chris told was a little embellished here and there to up the entertainment factor for the kids but you still liked listening to it, to the way he told it.

'Oh, it’s a shame Mason isn’t here,’ Chris spoke deliberately loudly so that his voice would carry across the hall, 'Because I know he loves the story of how Mom and Dad met.’

Knowing the seed had been planted, he got into the bed you shared at the opposite side, sandwiching the girls between you.

'Okay kids, this is the story of how your mother and I met for the very first time,’ Chris began. Grace tucked herself into his side, one hundred percent the daddy’s girl and the complete mirror image of him. If Mason was all you, Grace was entirely Chris. 'And it’s a story with a very happy ending because obviously it led to all of you-’

Just then a shadow appeared at the door as a small creak of a floorboard was heard in the hall. Mason. You seized the opportunity as you held your younger son to you.

'Mason, honey, you don’t need to stand out there. Come in and join us. You can help tell the story. You’ve obviously heard it the most, being the oldest.’

A small head appeared from around the doorway, 'Only because it’s this story though. I’m too old for Room on the Broom.’

You bit back a chuckle and one look at Chris’ tense jaw told you he was having to do the same. He shifted towards you on the bed, creating a space at the side of him on the mattress.

'Here you go dude, there’s room for you here,’ Chris told him, patting the space. Mason sloped over, contrite, and hopped under the covers, not pushing Chris’ arm away when he tucked it around him.

'So, where was I?’

Grace was the first to remind him, 'It has a happy ending!’

'Ah yes, we know the ending, because this is the ending, all of us right here.’

'It didn’t start as well though, did it Dad?’ Mason spoke out from Chris’ right hand side, desperate to be involved after almost losing out on story time altogether.

'Nope, it certainly did not. And why was that Mason?’

'Because mom hated dad when they first met!’ Your eldest began giggling uncontrollably, which set off Gracie and Freya as well.

Chris looked over at you, grinning, clearly remembering those early days over a decade ago now. Back then, you hadn’t even been sure if it was possible to love this deeply at all, having never had experience of it. But that all changed as Chris slowly but surely began to win you over.

'She did, unfortunately,’ Chris continued in a stage whisper, 'Mainly because she’d already decided what I must be like without even getting to know me first.’

'Hey!’ You protested, using your free hand to stroke Freya’s wavy hair back from her face as she lay sleepily against the pillow, 'In my defence, you were a super annoying boy.’

'All boys are annoying, aren’t they mom?’ Gracie said from Chris’ side.

'That’s my girl,’ Chris agreed, proudly, 'Boys are annoying and you can just keep thinking that until you’re at least thirty. But I was actually thirty five at the time, so, technically, not a boy.’

'Sorry, let me be more specific. A thirty five year old man child,’ you quipped back.

'Okay, okay, let’s just say that I had some trouble growing up, unlike Mason here,’ Chris poked his son gently in the ribs, making him giggle at the tickle.

'So what did you do to annoy Mom, Dad?’ Mason was impatient to get back on track.

So Chris told, again, the story of how you met at a big work party in LA, and he thought instantly that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He saw you from across the room and it was like time stopped, he no longer saw anyone else, just you (you rolled your eyes with a smile at that, remembering how drunk he had been that night). Chris continued to describe how nervous he had been to approach you and how he’d hovered around as you chatted and laughed with other people and waited for a chance to introduce himself. He had taken note of what you were drinking so he could order you the same (an orange soda in this kids version, obviously, a Tequila Sunrise in the real version) and when he finally managed to cut in, he tripped over someone’s foot in the crowd and split the orange soda (Tequila Sunrise) all down your blush pink red carpet dress.

The kids all gasped at this, even though they knew it by heart.

'Oh Dad, how embarrassing,’ Mason piped up, sounding much older than this seven years.

'I know dude, I wasn’t always as dashing and charming as I am now. Luckily, you don’t seem to have inherited my meatball characteristics.’

'Nah, I’m pretty cool,’ Mason grinned cheekily.

'Yeah, yeah, careful that head doesn’t get too big to get out the door,’ Chris warned him in his good natured way.

'Next Daddy, next!’ Freya demanded.

'Okay sweetheart, what happened next? Let me think… so there was your mom with orange soda all down her dress and there was me wanting the ground to just open up and swallow me whole and she just looked at me, in shock at first, and I was paralysed with embarrassment. And eventually, she just snapped, 'Nice to meet you too!’ And then she disappeared into the crowd towards the bathrooms and I never saw her again,’ he finished with a grin, knowing what would come next.

'Daaaaaaddddd, that’s such a lie! How could we all be here now if you never saw her again?’ Grace giggled.

'Oh, of course, I was forgetting the most important part…’

And he continued to say how, months later, you had met by chance at a Patriots game (Chris and all the kids cheered) and Chris had been surprised to see you, both in the stadium and in Boston in general. But he knew it was a sign. And even though you were there with another guy (the kids all joined in a chorus of 'Booooooooo!’ at this, turning the story into a real pantomime), he just knew that this was his chance to make you see that he was actually fairly decent. It turned out that the other guy was just your friend’s older brother and that you weren’t seeing anyone.

'So I swept her off her feet!’ Chris finished triumphantly and you scoffed loudly.


'Well no, but I did get her and her friends some better seats near me and Uncle Scott and bought her a hot dog and fries at halftime.’

'And did you forgive him, Mom?’ Mason asked, peering over Chris’ chest.

'I did, just about. The Pats lost that day and he was so sad, I took pity on him, so when he asked how long I was in Boston for and would I like to go to dinner the next night, I couldn’t say no.’

'That’s right kids, you’re all sat here right now because your mom agreed to go on a pity date with me.’

'What’s a pity?’ Freya asked quietly.

'It’s when you feel so bad for someone, you do something nice for them even though you really don’t want to,’ Chris explained, patiently.

Freya’s eyes went wide, 'Mom, you didn’t want to be boyfriends and girlfriends with dad??’

'It wasn’t too much longer after that I did sweetheart, don’t worry. The night after, your dad came and picked me up, brought me some flowers, and took me to a really, really fancy restaurant. He was wearing a gorgeous suit that made him look really handsome and he’d booked a whole room just for us.’

'I was trying to impress her,’ Chris continued, 'But when we got the menus, neither of us seemed to be able to decide on what we wanted and when I was looking at your mom, she actually scrunched her nose up at something, like it was really horrible, and I knew then I’d made a mistake.’


Chris had looked at you across the table and decided to go with a joke, 'Man, I can’t seem to find the burger section anywhere.’

You remembered feeling so relieved. Everything on the menu sounded ridiculous, some of it downright disgusting, and the prices! As unsure as you were about Chris, you were fairly certain he was going to foot the bill of this little outing and you didn’t want him spending all that for you to push your food around your plate and get hammered on expensive wine because you had nothing in your stomach.

You had laughed nervously, not wanting to put a dampener on something he’d obviously gone to some effort to pull off, but he’d leant forward and whispered to you across the table, 'Come on, let’s go. I know a place.’

You had grabbed your clutch bag while he threw some bills on the table to cover the wine and the inconvenience and placed your hand in his when he offered it to you. Exhilarated, you dashed through the restaurant as the maitre d’ was showing a couple to a table and ran to the end of the block, pausing around the corner to catch your breath and laugh.

He’d laughed even more when he looked at you and saw that you’d plucked the bottle of wine from the ice bucket on the way out.

'What?! It was expensive! I wasn’t going to just leave it sitting there!’

'I think… I think you might actually be perfect.’


'So then we took our expensive lemonade and went to the best burger place in the city.’

'And your dad knew the owner of the restaurant and the building so he let us sit up on his roof and we did, on a blanket in our best clothes, eating our burgers and drinking lemonade out of two paper cups.’

'We could see all the lights of Boston and it was beautiful but still not as breathtaking as your mom.’

You looked at each other in affectionate silence for a moment, now with years of love between you but remembering that night when he’d kissed you gently, reverently on a blanket on a roof under the night sky of Boston, before glancing down and seeing that every single one of your four children were fast asleep.

Chris indicated towards them with his head and you nodded in silent agreement, no words needed for your communication. Chris scooped Mason up to take him to his room while you carefully shimmied off the mattress with Connor, carrying him to the nursery and laying him down gently. You checked the monitor was on and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, running a feather light finger down his warm cheek. Your baby boy was going to be three soon and barely even a baby anymore.

Back in the bedroom, Chris was gingerly picking up Grace and you reached for Freya. You tiptoed in silent convoy to the room they shared and lay them in their respective beds, switching on their glowing night light and taking turns to kiss them goodnight and tuck them in. Chris headed to the nursery to wish his youngest sweet dreams and you went to Mason’s room.

Leaning over, you brushed his mop of hair back from his forehead and kissed him on the exposed skin. He stirred slightly and his eyes flickered.

'Shh baby, it’s only me saying goodnight. Go back to sleep.’

He reached his arms up to wrap around your neck and spoke in a muffled, sleep-ridden voice.

'I’m really glad you gave dad a chance.’

You chuckled quietly, 'Me too, sweetheart. He’s a pretty good dad, isn’t he?’

'Yeah, and you’re the best mom. Love you.’

With that, his arms dropped to the bed and he fell into slumber.

'Love you too, my baby boy,’ you whispered, feeling your eyes well with… you weren’t sure what exactly. A combination of love, nostalgia, sadness that time was passing so quickly but also hope for a wonderful future.

With one last press of your lips to his forehead, you arose and softly stepped out of the room, leaving the door ajar the way he liked. Chris was leaning against the bannister of the stairs, greeting you with his lop sided smile but it quickly fell when he saw your watery eyes.

'Hey baby, what’s wrong?’ Concern dropped from his voice and he stepped towards you to gather you into his arms.

'Oh, I don’t know,’ you huffed against his chest, 'they’re just growing up so fast but they’re so great.’

You felt his chest rumble with a soft chuckle, 'I know sweetheart, we really did okay, didn’t we?’

'More than okay. I’m just being silly. Something about story time got me all emotional.’

You pulled back to swipe at your eyes but Chris was there already, brushing away the few tears that had escaped with gentle thumbs as you continued:

'Do you think it will always be like this? I just… sometimes I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.’

'Well, we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs but we’ve managed so far. Don’t forget we’ve got to get four kids through their teenage years yet and if Mason now is anything to go by, we’re in for a hell of a ride.’

You barked out laugh through your subsiding sniffles, 'God help us.’

'There doesn’t always have to be a shoe, you know. Or a catch. We just… are who we are,’ Chris shrugged with a smile.

You smiled back, giving his face a good once over with your gaze, savouring the moment. Feeling that familiar gathering of heat low in your belly, you placed your hands on his shoulders, still strong and hard under your touch even though he was well into his forties now, and leant forwards to speak lowly in his ear.

'And could who we are right now be a husband carrying his wife to their bed to make slow, delicious love all night?’ You pulled back so he could see your face and then shrugged nonchalantly, 'Or at least for an hour, because you know, kids and sleep.’

You were so close you could see his pupils dilate as he spoke in rough voice, 'I think that can probably be arranged.’

And with that, he threw you over his shoulder, swatted you lightly on the ass as you tried to swallow down your surprised giggle, and carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot.