this little family though :')

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

alright don’t get me wrong, melissa killed it in the musical episode and the superfriends were really cute but also what if alex got stuck in music meister’s alternate universe instead of kara? 

  • because let’s be real, alex is probably the one who introduced the wizard of oz to kara so her knowledge of movie musicals is pretty widespread
  • anyways she gets to this universe and meets barry for the first time and is totally 100% ready to deck him in his dopey smiling face 
  • (“barry allen? as in the barry allen who brought my little sister to an alternate universe to fight deadly aliens because your little vigilante task force wasn’t strong enough?? even though her family is literally trained in fighting and taking down aliens? that barry allen?” “i now see that was a mistake.”)
  • and alex begrudgingly forgiving and agreeing to work together with barry because she has to get home to her family somehow
  • and barry understanding why kara literally talks about alex all the time, like alex hung the moon or something, because even without powers alex is probably the strongest and most driven person he’s ever met, accepting the mission and diving in headfirst, doing whatever she needs to do to get home. 
  • (alex mostly just wonders how this universe has a pretty accurate replica of kara’s dorky, loving personality in the body of the fastest man alive. she definitely doesn’t take comfort in the similarities between the two. nope, not at all)
  • ((okay, a little bit. but only because there’s something in barry’s smile that just reminds her of kara, of home))
  • also, barry and alex fighting over which movie was better, singing in the rain, or the wizard of oz. they finally come to a consensus, saying that the sound of music probably tops both. 
  • also, barry completely surprised at how pretty alex’s singing voice is, because lbr chyler’s voice could probably summon angels
  • and at the end, when both alex and barry get shot, which honestly, i don’t think would’ve happened because alex is probably has more awareness of bullets and the danger of shootouts than both barry and kara combined, let’s be real
  • and then cisco vibing iris and kara to the alternate universe 
  • kara would most definitely be there because alex, despite the healing she has gone through over the course of the show, still has a very broken, very damaged heart, what with all of that happened with her father, and she’s probably still having nightmares about the white martian mind meld and the myriad mind control, where she turned on the people she loves
  • plus all of the inner turmoil in her head with her coming out and also trying to balance work, family, and a completely new relationship
  • alex is damaged goods, but kara’s undying love for alex would definitely remedy that
  • (and let’s be real, the love goes both ways, what with kara feeling lonely and like she’s losing her sister, her anchor to reality, so alex totally could’ve saved kara in canon, showing that she’ll always be there for kara and is never letting her go.) 
  • anyways, iris and kara are vibed into the alternate universe and barry and iris have their epic true love’s kiss 
  • kara kneeling next to alex, tears streaming down her face, because alex totally couldn’t be dying, alex was the one to save the rest of the superfam. alex was, is, their rock, and alex couldn’t die on her, not like this. 
  • and alex smiling through bloody teeth and “what i wouldn’t give for one of the deo’s bulletproof dresses right about now,” and kara laughs and grips alex’s hand and presses a kiss to alex’s forehead
  • and then they’re back in star labs and alex is alive, alive, alive
  • and kara pulls alex into a rib-bruising hug and j'onn joins in and then they all go home
  • home, to their earth
  • home, to national city
  • home, to kara’s apartment, where winn and james and maggie are waiting with pizza and potstickers and cookie dough ice cream
  • and alex and kara snuggle up on the couch together, surrounded by their friends, their family, and feel so, so loved

lickupmycakespills  asked:

OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AN ADORABLE TURRET FAMILY!! WE MUST SEE TEH WEDDING

absolutely!! :O

and then they lived happily ever after. or as happily ever after as aperture can get, anyway.

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Partially Milo Archives? Bottom pic is from Oct 25th, 2016, when I was at the airport waiting to go back to Canada.

Lisa and Lance were supposed to appear in Murphy’s Lard, in Zack’s flashback, but it made no sense putting three underaged kids in a boat with no adult supervision, so their designs were archived. Don’t think they will ever exist on screen now (I was given permission by Dan to post these) but I think they are the cutest 6 year olds ever. IT was nice getting a character who was the oldest in his family… I feel for ya, Zack… Hardcore…

So now these two only exist in my little world of Milo :D  Zack is still the oldest in his family canonically but dunno if we will ever see little siblings. Though that’s nice, since it gives the audience something to create themselves ;D I will have more on these sweeties at a later date, but for now have these doodles :D *rushes back to work*

empty cup family with actual little brother magnus chase though

- asks “are we there yet” seven hundred times when going anywhere. no magnus, blitzen says, we’re not there yet, and we won’t get there if i throw you in the river. 

- will take any and all opportunities to ‘borrow’ hearth’s jacket. it is too big for him. he does not care.

- at any point in the meal it is fair game to ask “are you still eating that?”. it drives samirah up the wall. just order more, she says. (”but yours is right there!”)

- alex paints his nails. he complains but doesn’t mind as long as she lets him pick the colour. 

Traditional

Summary: Sirius is not traditional. In fact, he does things purposely to annoy his parents and veer as far from the views as possible. And his life gets even more non-traditional as he meets you. 

Warnings: Angst, and loads of fluff

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Sirius Black was not traditional. Being brought up in the Black family he tried his best to stray from the traditionalist values his parents tried to force upon him. He did this at first by not being placed in Slytherin, then in his friend choices and his behavior as well. Now, however, he showed his absolute hatred for tradition by falling in love with you.

Of course, when he first started to fancy you, he didn’t think to do it to show his rebellion for the age-old values his parents worshiped. It was your smile, your eagerness to help everyone, your courage, frankly, it was your ability to be a kind, gentle individual as well as a total badass that made him fall for you. Your stubbornness to become an animagus, when you found out about Moony made Sirius respect you. Also, your blatant disregard for his flirtations made him fall deeper in love. What made him admit to himself that you were it for him, was seeing you one day in his dorm room, during your fourth year. 

It was the day after the full moon, Moony was particularly more violent during this cycle. But he wasn’t the only one that came back with battered and bruised. Sirius tried his best not to show the deep gash on his side to Remus, knowing he would immediately feel guilty and forbid you all from joining him at the next full moon. Sirius went to bed instantly as he came into the dorm, not even bothering to fix the wound. He woke up to the sound of sniffles and a stinging feeling. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a very red- eyed you, pouring something into his wound to clean it, all the while wiping the occasional tear that poured out of your eyes. “Love wha-” he tried to speak but you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“Quiet Sirius, I don’t want Remus to hear us,” you whispered. Once you were done with the initial cleaning you pulled out a brown bottle and looked up at him with guilty eyes. “This will sting a bit,” you whispered yet again and took his hand placing it on your shoulder. “When you feel pain, I want you to squeeze. Understand?” you instructed. Sirius who was mesmerized by how close you were to him managed a nod. When you poured the liquid on his wound, he tried his best not to leave a bruise on your shoulder. Noticing that he was ready to scream in pain, you distracted him by saying all the things you liked about him, praising him for things he didn’t think others noticed about him. In turn he focused on you. On how a strand of your hair always seemed to fall away from the rest, how focused your eyes were, how you bit your lips in concentration and how your hands worked with precision. Once you were done, you gave him a kiss on the cheek for being such a wonderful patient and left the dorm. That was when for the first time Sirius said aloud, “I love you”, though you didn’t hear him that day, he acknowledged to himself that you had stolen his heart for good.

It took Sirius a good two months to tell you those three words, and then convince you that you weren’t a fling to him. And after a year of dating, you brought him home with you to celebrate Christmas with you family. Even though he was a little nervous, and shy at first since your parents were muggles and he’s never really been around muggles that much, what with being raised in the Black family and all, but he warmed up quickly to your family. Your father and he bonded over their shared love for motorcycles, and he would listen to your mother while she talked his ear off about astronomy. Once the holiday’s ended it was safe to say that in your parent’s eyes Sirius was already part of the family.

Another year passed, and Sirius started to get more serious about everything, especially you. He didn’t think that he would be one to settle down but that changed the moment you came into his life. He didn’t know what was possessed him to do it, maybe it was the rumors of an impending war in the wizarding world, or maybe it was him coming of age, but after months of saving up for it he bought you a simple ring which he knew you would love. He had also visited your family without you knowing to ask for their blessing, but before popping the question he wanted to introduce you to his family. At first, he didn’t want to introduce you to them, not because he was embarrassed by you, hell if he could he would buy a megaphone and travel around the world, screaming that the most beautiful woman in the world was his, but he was weary of his parents. They kept pestering him about finding the perfect pureblood girl for him to date, saying that once that girl comes into his life, he’ll be all straightened out. He knew the minute his parents found out that you were muggle- born they would treat you badly or even try to hurt you. He couldn’t let that happen, you were his queen, and he wanted no one and nothing to ever hurt you.

“Pads, honey, are you sure about this?” you ask nervously twirling the sleeve of your blouse. You were dressed in a vintage white long sleeved blouse which was neatly tucked into a red pencil skirt that hugged your figure in a proper, yet appealing to Sirius eyes, way. He smiled at your adorable nervous tick and took your hands in his.

“I am positive love. Regulus brought his girlfriend, who he started to date only two months ago home last week. They keep criticizing me about not finding someone, they say that if I was in Slytherin I would have surely found a girl by now. They’ve been trying really hard to set me up with other pure-bloods, they think that once a pureblood girl comes into my life, I’ll be happy, and ‘all-straightened out’. I need them to see that I am with you, a beautiful muggle- born Gryffindor who keeps me happy, pushes me to be the best version of myself, and is the most intelligent woman I know,” you smile at his words and take a breath in to calm yourself. “Did I mention the fact that you are stunning?” he whispers into your ear as he opens the door to 12 Grimmauld Place.

You giggle whispering, “Oh, you’ve mentioned that only a couple hundred times.”

You both take in another deep breath before entering the house, hand in hand. Even though the house was exquisite, thoroughly clean and well lit, there was something dark and brooding about the place. You felt the hatred and darkness seeping from the house when you first stood at its door steps but now walking through you feel the hatred growing and somehow you feel that it’s all being directed towards you.

Though Sirius did inform them of your visit, his family decided to start dinner without you. A pang of hurt resonated through your body, not because you were hurt by their behavior rather you knew how upset Sirius is getting because of it. Looking around as you took your seat next to Sirius you notice Regulus, who gave you a slight nod to acknowledge your presence.

When Regulus was a first year he got bullied by the upper-class Slytherins a lot. The bullying went on for two more years and got physical. He turned to his cousins for help, but being too afraid that they would become the targets, they did nothing. Of course, no one mentioned anything to Sirius, because they knew that even though he was in Gryffindor and was the bad sheep of the family Sirius loved his brother, and would do anything to protect him. It was you who ended up saving Regulus from his tormentors for good. You were running late one morning, deciding to take a shortcut to transfiguration when you saw the altercation happen between Regulus and his bullies. Outraged you hexed two of them, knocking them out cold and then you single handily beat up the other one, giving them a warning that if they were to ever hurt Regulus again you wouldn’t go so easy on them. Ever since then, he had been kind towards you, helping you out secretly with anything you seemed to struggle with, and giving you presents for special occasions.

Much to your displeasure Bellatrix and Narcissa, your two archenemies, were at the dinner table too. At school, after Sirius and you started to date you tried to be nice to the two horrid sisters under the pretense that they were his family. However, Sirius was quick to reprimand the behavior, chuckling encouraging you to give them hell.

Finally, your eyes fell to the head of the table where his father and mother sat. Both gave you tight-lipped smiles as you sat down. You knew better than to think that their smiles were genuine, but you returned the gesture all the same. Sirius scooted closer to you, taking your hand once again and interlocking his fingers with yours, he clears his throat. “Right, as you may all have guessed, this is my wonderful girlfriend, (Y/F/N, Y/L/N),” he said, sounding rather confident.

There was a long pin-drop silence, which was broken by his father wrinkling his nose and saying, “(Y/L/N), that’s not a name I’m familiar with.” He squints at you as if assessing your features to match them to any pureblood he may have met before.

“Well father,” Sirius starts the confidence in his voice starts to fade, “that’s because her father and mother are muggles.” An over exaggerated gasp escaped his mother’s lips and you knew all hell was just about to break loose.

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK!” His mother shrieked. “You let filth like that walk into my home?!?! Do you know how much work it is going to take to cleanse this house now?” Sirius clenched his fists under the table, you knew he was about to say something rude to his mother so you placed you hand over his fist to calm him down. When his eyes meet yours, you simply smile at him. Narcissa and Bellatrix smirked at the scene unfolding before them, whereas Regulus looked very uncomfortable. “We scolded you for not being sorted into Slytherin,” she started again “We yelled at you for your pathetic friend choices, and for your troublemaking behavior. However, we still gave you a place in this family, but this is something we can nor will tolerate. Why can’t you be with Bella or Sissy, they are gorgeous compared to this thing you brought home. They’re more fit to be your partner. Now, you can break things off with this filthy mud-blood or leave your family.”

After that his mother just stared you down, you didn’t back off either staring at her with the same intensity she looked at you. If Walburga expected you to cower in fear or shed a tear at her words she was going to have to try harder. Sirius, on the other hand, lost it at ‘mud-blood’, he stood up so fast that he nearly knocked the table over. “This is no family. A family is supposed to make you feel wanted, make you feel protected, and happy. A family is supposed to help you through your troubles, and respect you. I have only felt like part of a family when I’m around my friends. And this woman that you called filth is ten times more a woman than you’ll ever be. She is kind, smart, loyal and beautiful. She treats her enemies as her friends. Don’t believe me as Regulus. When he was teased by upper classmen who were Slytherin pure bloods, mind you, the girls you called fit for me timidly stood back and watched too scared to stand up. It was (Y/N/N) who punched out the men and saved Regulus from the physical torture. I didn’t come here to get your blessing or for you to approve of her. She is my life, and I’d rather leave this family than leave her.” Your eyes widened at his bold statement, and before you could calm things down by trying to intervene, his father stood up and slapped Sirius across the cheek. You were too stunned to react for a couple of moments. After the initial shock, you were filled with anger, you wanted to stun him right then and there but held back giving him the only bit of respect you had left for him.

“Stop this nonsense this instant Sirius. I will not have you talking to my wife and nieces like that. As your mother stated, you are to break things off with her. I do not care how big of a fuss you make, so long as you are under my roof you will follow my rules. Now get out or I will throw you out myself,” he screamed the latter portion of the scolding aimed at you. Sirius took your hand, looked around at everyone else and said, “Well then this is goodbye.” His mother tried to protest but Sirius had already yanked you past the door. Once outside he took you by the waist, pressing you close to him he whispers, “This may make you feel a bit woozy.” He apparated you with him to James’ house.

James and his parents were very generous, you explained what happened with Sirius’s house Mr. and Mrs. Potter sent an owl to your parents informing them that you would be staying with them for the rest of the summer. You tried to decline the offer but they had already apparated to your house, packed your things with your parents and came back. Once you were settled in the room you decided to make tea for Sirius, who hadn’t uttered a word since you two apparated. You tried to be as silent as possible as the Potters had already gone to bed, humming to yourself you wait for the water to boil.

As you pour the warm water into cups you feel a pair of strong arms snake around yours. You smile as Sirius moves your hair to the side and kisses the crook of your neck. “Feeling better Pads?” you ask as you hand him the tea. He doesn’t respond but extends his hand to you, shooting him a curious look you take his hand and he leads you outside. It was a warm night and the view of the stars was simply breathtaking.

“I’m sorry love. I’m so sorry. I wanted them to see that you’re the wonderful person you are. I thought maybe they would have accepted you. I am an idiot. I shouldn’t have done that,” he rambled, letting go of your hand and looking away. You could tell that these thoughts had been brewing in his mind ever since he left his house. You knew him well enough to know even the thought of you being hurt made him cringe in pain. Looking at him you saw that your boyfriend was about to break, and you cupped his cheeks forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Sweetie, I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I didn’t expect this of them. I promise you, I am fine. Your parents must try a lot harder than that to get to me. I just worry about you. I can’t believe that you dealt with all that for this long,” you gently spoke, “Why didn’t you tell me about all this? It pains to think that all these years that was what you dealt with. You are so strong for holding on this long, my love. I promise to make sure that they never hurt you, ever again. I promise to love you for as long as I live, and show you how a real family is supposed to treat you.” That was all it took for the floodgates to open, Sirius sobbed into your neck and you put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair, letting him cry out every bit of tear he held back till now. He hugged you tight as well as if he was afraid you were a figment of his imagination.

It took a couple of minutes, but Sirius finally calmed down. He mumbled something as he let you go, having not heard him you ask, “What was that love?”

“Marry me.”

You looked at him bewildered but also extremely happy. “God love, I planned out a big grand way to ask you. I was going to shower you red tulips, and chocolate. I wanted to give you the royal treatment, asking you to marry me in a way that would have people talking for decades to come,” he rambled on worried he was screwing up the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Sirius, just ask me,” you smiled.

Your encouragement gave him all his confidence back, he propped down on one knee and pulled out the small velvet box he kept in his pocket ever since he bought it. “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I have only known you for 7 years, but I feel like I have known you all my life. You changed my life for the better the moment you set foot into it. You push me to the best that I can be, and stop me from doing stupid things. You are a strong, beautiful, loyal, intelligent, and oh so much more. I love you more than words could ever explain. We have had our fair share of ups and downs, yet we emerged stronger and even more in love at the end. When I look at you I see my future, a bright and heavenly future. I promise to wake you up every day with a kiss. I promise to drown you with presents, and massages when you are pregnant with our children. I promise to do all the heavy-duty work once you give birth to our babies. I promise to love, provide and protect you and our future children with all I’ve got. Will you please, please make me the happiest, luckiest bloke on the planet and be my wife?”

You were in tears half- way through his proclamation of love. “This is such a stupid question,” you cry kneeling down to his eye level, “Of course I will marry you, Sirius.” If it were even possible the smile on his face got wider, and he leaned down taking your lips with his, in the most passionate kiss you two had ever shared.

“Wait till my parents find out, they’re going to be so happy,” you chuckled pushing your forehead to his.

Sirius wiped away the happy tears from your eyes, “Who says they didn’t know about this?” When you gave him a puzzled look he continues to say, “You didn’t think I would ask to marry you, without asking for your parents for your hand did you?”

“How did I get so lucky?” You responded.

“No love I’m the lucky one,” he stated kissing you once more. “It’s been a long day, let’s go to bed. I’m sure everyone will want to know the great news tomorrow.” With that, he leads you to your shared room, where you went to sleep as quite possibly the happiest woman on the planted wrapped in the arms of the love of your life.

Relatives we all have, as told by the angels of Supernatural:

1.  The gay cousin:

In a conservative family, this is the last person you want to be, but someone had to do it, so he stepped up to the plate.  At best, he’s the one who gets the “We still love you, we just don’t approve of your lifestyle” talk from older relatives, the homophobic jokes from younger relatives, and has probably been banned from family gatherings at least once.  Is bullied in one way or another by literally his entire family, yet paradoxically probably the only decent person there.

2.  The family disappointment: 

If there’s anyone who gives the gay cousin a run for his money, this guy’s it.  He was probably at some point his parents favorite golden child, probably their first born.  The bar was as high as their expectations of him, and he missed both by a solid mile.  Is now the black sheep who shows up drunk to Christmas dinner.

3.  The overachiever: 

When the family disappointment fell from grace, someone had to rise to the occasion, and boy, did he ever:  Ivy-league college?  Check.  Sports scholarship?  Check.  High-paying job before he even graduates?  Check, check, check.  He’s the pride and joy of older relatives and the standard by which younger relatives are compared.  But beware:  all that pressure can easily go to your head, and sooner or later, he might fall just like the family disappointment did.

4.  The “funny one:”

This guy’s the Chandler Bing of his own family:  he tells jokes to diffuse tense situations, to convey messages, and to cope, probably to the point where it gets a little annoying to everyone around him.  At the end of the day, though, he just wants a little bit of peace and quiet and a happy family, though he rarely gets either.

5.  The cool uncle:

He’s the one that let you stay up late and eat junkfood when you stayed at his house, probably your favorite adult relative.  Generally gave zero fucks, and is probably looked down on by everyone else, for his promiscuity, drunkenness, or both.

6.  The creepy uncle:

Yes, he’s probably a cool enough guy, but you definitely wouldn’t get in a van with him.  The guy just gives off some weird vibes, has at least at some point been up to no good, and isn’t above using younger relatives as pawns in his schemes. 

7.  The vodka aunt:

Nothing is above her:  she’s weird, she’s inappropriate, she WILL get drunk and start sexually harassing your boyfriend.  Her skills include holding grudges, ruining self-esteems, and making Thanksgiving dinners super awkward, but everyone’s too scared of her to tell her off. 

8.  The overwhelmed single dad:

He’s supposed to be all-powerful and wise, but something tells you he has no idea what he’s doing.  He’s known for playing favorites, over-extreme punishments, and avoiding his problems, but you can see that he’s doing his best – after all, since he invented parenting, he’s literally making it up as he goes along.

Maggie Needs TLC Post-Rescue

She gets a little bit from James, who holds her to his chest and tells her she’s a hero. That they wouldn’t have gotten her girl home with her.

She gets a little bit from J’onn, who welcomes her to the family, and even though she has to crane her neck up to hug him properly, it’s one of the best hugs she’s ever had.

She gets a little bit from Winn, who hugs her tight and tells her that Alex is lucky to have someone who loves her this much, who’s this amazing, who’s this badass.

She gets a little bit from Kara, who hugs her back and who invites her to her first game night and who tells her that her sister couldn’t possibly do any better, because she’s amazing, and she is living proof that a cape doesn’t make a hero; a heart of gold does.

She gets a little bit from Alex, who asks her, before anything else, if she’s okay, which shouldn’t surprise Maggie because that’s so quintessentially Alex, but it does anyway, because how can this woman be so absolutely, absolutely perfect?

But after she breaks? After she breaks in Alex’s arms, days later – days after holding it up, holding it down, holding it together – after she breaks, and after Alex holds her, after Alex wipes her tears and her running nose and kisses her shredded heart, Maggie finally makes the call she’s been avoiding for days.

“Hey kid,” she says, and she doesn’t bother to keep the trembling out of her voice, because he’ll know anyway. “Feel like coming on an all-expense paid trip back to National City?”

She’s bought him his tickets within minutes, and he’s on the next train out from Star City.

He has nothing with him but a small duffel and a worried expression, because all she’d said was that Alex is fine, that everything is fine, but it almost wasn’t and she’s broken and she needs her family.

And Adrian Rodriguez is her family.

He doesn’t knock and he doesn’t text. He just uses his key to open her door, and when she spills into his arms, he kisses her hair and he rocks her gently, because he’s seen her sad and he’s even seen her tear up, but he’s never seen this.

And it breaks his heart.

It breaks his heart, because he loves her more than he knows how to say, but he also… he also feels proud.

Proud that she called him. That she considers him enough of an adult, enough of her peer, to reach out to, to cry like this with.

They don’t make it past the threshold – his duffel is still hanging off his shoulder – for many long, long, long minutes.

They don’t make it past the threshold because she can’t move except to grab at his shirt and wrack with sobs in his strong arms, and even though he’s reasonably sure he could scoop her up easily, he doesn’t want to risk shutting her down, doesn’t want to risk her speeding back into her shell.

Into her armor.

So he just stands there and he just rocks her and he kisses her hair and he wonders, exactly, when she got this much taller than her.

He doesn’t know how long they’re standing there, limbs merged like they’re one creature, his comfort slipping into her ears, but they both jump slightly when Alex steps into the door behind them.

“Hey Ad – babe? You okay, what – “

She takes one look at the way Maggie backs away, turns her back, wipes her eyes, and her heart breaks.

“Sweetie, you’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to cry, we’ve talked about this – “

“You were the one in that cage, Alex, not me – “ she chokes, her back still to Alex, still trying to dry her eyes, and Adrian’s stomach sinks, because cage? God, just how bad were the last few days?

“Maggie, if the roles were reversed, I don’t even know how I’d be functional. I… you’ve been so strong, baby, but you… you don’t have to be solid all the time. Let me in. If you don’t want me to, about this, more than you already have, I get it. I do, babe. But don’t stop letting Adrian in. Please?“

"She’s right, Maggie,” Adrian offers in a small voice, and Maggie nods slowly, unsteadily, and sniffles unflatteringly. She chuckles and holds up a finger and walks into the bathroom.

“Hey,” Alex greets, and pulls him into a hard hug.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and she just hugs him harder.

“She’s been taking perfect care of me. Just you make sure you take perfect care of her, understand?”

“Understood, Agent Danvers,” he whispers, and they both turn as Maggie pads back into the living room, eyes swollen and red but face dry.

“Can we go bowling?” she asks suddenly. “The three of us?”

“Yeah, babe. Whatever you want.”

“You realize I’m gonna kick both your asses, right?”

“We’ll see about that, Rodriguez.”

They do see, and he does kick both of their asses.

But by the end of the night, they’ve both laughed harder than they had in what feels like years.

By the end of the night, they’ve made out with exchanges of I love yous so many times Adrian’s mockingly threatened to leave more than once.

By the end of the night, when Alex kisses her soft and kisses her perfect and goes home to Kara, Maggie is ready to talk to Adrian.

And god, does she talk.

She tells him everything.

Every detail.

Even the most painful ones.

Alex floating.

The credit card.

The taunts about parents.

The taunts about sexuality.

She tells him everything, in fits and in starts, and by the time the sun rises, she’s asleep in his arms, tear tracks still on her face, but a small smile on her lips, because Alex is safe, and Adrian’s here, holding her, loving her.

Safe.

When Alex’s key scrapes the lock, Adrian’s fallen asleep, too, his mouth all askew and his neck tilted straight back on the couch.

Alex dries her eyes before pulling a comforter over both of them and kissing both of their foreheads softly, tenderly, lovingly.

Family.

beachwolf92  asked:

Can I please, pretty please, get more of the amazing Tony + the Barton Family content you've written? Because it's all amazing and I love it and for reason I've been on a Tony + The Bartons kick and there's never enough of it.

Well, I can’t really say no when you ask so nicely :) Since you left me a lot of room here I just went with the first thing on my mind, which was a little more Clint/Barton family focused. Tony is there in the background though, I hope that’s alright! Also these are just, pieces? I guess? From a development that probably spans a couple of months at least. 


Despite their talk things between Laura and Clint have been tense. There are simply too many hurt feelings and and unspoken arguments they’ve allowed to pile up for things to be resolved by a single conservation. No matter how long and exhausting that conversation had been.

His relationship with Laura though is nothing to he one he has–doesn’t have, actually–with his children.

Clint tries. He does. Because he wants this. He wants to make up for all the time he’s missed. 

He wants for Lila to come running down the stairs with a brilliant smile when he comes to visit, to throw herself at him without doubting for a second that he’ll catch her. He wants Nathaniel to stretch his hands up to him, to demand to be picked up and cuddled, to stumble over his name but keep on trying all the same. He wants Cooper to explain the way nobody says YOLO anymore, dad in a condescending tone Clint will never admit out is pure Laura.

Clint wants, he realises with the sudden, painful clarity, what Stark has. He wants to be the one who’s visits are anticipated days before he’s coming over. He wants to listen as Cooper rants about stupid teachers and have Lila insist he teaches her ‘superhero secrets’.

“It’s not fair,” he had complained one evening, after yet another painfully awkward afternoon spent with Nathaniel crying when Clint picked him up, Cooper throwing in snippy comments left and right, and Lila blocking out the entire world, utterly focused on her colouring book. “They’re my children!”

Laura had thrown him a sharp glance over her shoulder, utterly unsympathetic. “It’s not fair that you abandoned them,” she’d sniped back.

The words still echo in his head, making Clint wince every time. The worst perhaps is that he hadn’t known what to say to that. Hadn’t been able to refute the accusation.


“I- I could help you, if you want,” he offers Cooper, who’s been talking about his chemistry project for two weeks straight now, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he does so.

“No, thanks,” Cooper brushes him off. He’s less resentful these days at least, or maybe he’s just distracted. “Mr Tony is coming over tomorrow.”

And just like that he’s been dismissed again. Clint tries not to be bitter about it.

Tries.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Clint,” Laura sighs at long last. “Tony is–he’s great with the kids. They adore him to pieces. And that’s not something that’s just gonna go away.”

Fails.


“It’s not a competition,” Laura says from where she’s watching him watch Stark and the kids, playing outside. Lila is shrieking with laughter.

“Sure it isn’t,” Clint agrees, not in the mood to argue. Not when I’ve already lost anyways.

“I’m serious, Clint. This? It’s not about Tony, not really. You’re their father. You messed up. You need to earn their forgiveness. Tony doesn’t factor into any of that.” Laura takes a few steps towards him, joins him at the window. Oversees the scene outside with a soft smile.

“You don’t need to replace him, Clint. You can’t. Tony is Tony, but he’s not their father. He’ll never be. You are. None of us, nobody can change that. And you know what?” Her voice softens, but she keeps a careful distance between them. “They don’t want another Tony. What Cooper and Lila want is their dad back. But you have to want it too. Otherwise all of this? It’s not gonna work.”


“Hey, Stark!” Clint calls out and doesn’t doubt for a second he’s imagining the way the other man tenses. “You want to stay for dinner?”

Can we talk about this scene? Okay, we all know this is a heartbreaking moment for everyone involved, but there is something that really stood out to me. The last thing Dean says to his mom is, “You’re home now,” which sets off the rest of the conversation. There is nearly four minutes after this where Mary continues to talk and then the episode ends, and Dean says absolutely nothing at all. Four minutes of no dialogue whatsoever on his part. Mary keeps explaining, leaving these long moments between sentences where she expects Dean to say something and he doesn’t, so she jumps in again and tries to explain more. When Sam finally interjects and asks what she means, it’s only after a quick look to Dean to realize he’s not going to do it. Even Sam is expecting him to say something, and he just doesn’t. This is so important to me. Can you recall a time in the series where Dean is in the shot for more than a few minutes and doesn’t say anything? Or a time when someone repeatedly trails off to let him respond and then he doesn’t? This is the first real time where we’ve seen Dean so thoroughly broken and upset that he physically doesn’t have words. He is rendered speechless. You can see it in the way he breathes, the way he audibly exhales in disbelief, the way he blinks in this quick progression as he processes what must feel like his heart being ripped out of his chest. He could beg his mom to stay. Plead with her. Tell her things will get better and everything will be okay. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything at all. His mom waits for it. Sam waits for it (Sam, who knows him better than anyone else, waits for him to say something). And there’s nothing. No questions. No promises. No attempt to do anything at all to sway her decision. The last thing he says is, “You’re home now.”

It's Not A Prank (Fred Weasley x Reader)

A request! I love Fred, thanks for the cute request!❤

You were on a crowed platform 9 and ¾ waiting for your parents to pick you up for summer holiday.

‘They’re always late, you’d think they’d be early to pick up their only daughter’ You thought to yourself.

Suddenly your good friend Angelina sauntered up to you with an odd smirk on her lips.

“Looks like Weasley’s making eyes at you”

You sighed and turned to see Fred Weasley’s eyes flick away and try to talk casually with his twin.

“I’m starting to think it isn’t a prank, (Y/N)” she said, keenly, raising her thin eyebrows at you.

“Yes, it is! I can tell, he’s alway sniggering with his brother whenever I’m around”

“But, what if it wasn’t a prank? Would you say yes then?”

You just stared at her, a knowing smile swiping across her face. “Shut up” you snapped back, causing her to giggle.

Suddenly her face brightened “What?” You asked curiously as you turned to see Fred heading your way. You turned back to her quickly.

“Please don’t leave” you whispered.

She looked pitifully at you for a moment before yelling “Oh, George. I have to hug you goodbye!” she walked toward the other Weasley twin, throwing a wink at Fred as she past him.

You groaned quite audibly. “Hello, (Y/N), looking forward to the summer?” Fred asked confidently, with a smile. “You must think I’m an idiot” you spit, looking accusingly at him.

Fred’s eyebrows scrunched suddenly “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean?”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, I know your fake little crush on me is some stupid prank to turn me green or dye my hair, well I’m not falling for it!” He opened and closed his mouth, obviously dumbfounded, trying to find words to say.

'He’s just shocked I figured his stupid little plan.’ you though as you turned, finally spotting your family and walked quickly away.

“See you next year” Fred waved slightly, his voice faltering on the last few words.

Suddenly he felt his brother give him a thump on the back. “You convince her yet?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not yet” Fred said looking at you while you hugged your mother, bitting his lip “not yet.”

—time skip—

Your parents dropped you off at Kings Cross and you quickly grabbed your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾.

Your summer was long and quite boring so you were very excited to start the new school year and see all your friends again. One particular person though, was prominent in your thoughts over your holiday.

Fred.

You found yourself wishing for hours that his 'crush’ on you last year hadn’t been a prank. You though of what it’d be like to have holiday at his house, spend nights with him by the fire in the common room, make jokes with him, cuddle with him, kiss him.

This is when you stopped yourself. 'Constantly thinking about it won’t change the fact that he doesn’t like you.’ You thought as you pushed through the barrier. You looked, confused why the Hogwarts Express wasn’t on the tracks and there were scarcely any people on the platform.

“Oh, we’re just early, Dear. The Hogwarts Express hasn’t arrived yet”

You turned to see a short, ginger, motherly looking women who smiled kindly at you. “Oh” you laughed, checking your watch

“I guess I just got excited”

You dropped your trunk near a post. “What’s your name, Dear. You look familiar” the ginger witch asked politely. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you said, smiling, as you shook her plump hand.

“Oh! (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m Molly Weasley. You’re the girl my boy, Fred hasn’t stopped talking about all holiday!” She said cheerfully, taking your hand in both of her’s.

“So beautiful, just as he said. Good marks, too! And a prefect! The perfect young women you are!”

Your face was shocked and you stammered out thank yous whenever you could.

“Now I know Freddie doesn’t get the best marks but it’s only because he apply himself properly. But he’s a man who’d take take care of you, I tell you.” Mrs. Weasley rambled on and on about her son, not noticing the flabbergasted look on your face.

“But very handsome, too. He make a fine-”

Suddenly she was cut off by a “Mum!” You looked away from Molly to see Fred looking terrified.

“Um, Ron needs you immediately, his uh… tooth came out”

Mrs. Weasley dropped your hand and looked strangely at her son

“Ron’s already lost all his teeth”

Fred took her shoulders and guided her off

“Well, then you’d better get over there”

Fred looked back at you, his face was flushed and you saw the nervous look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable, you know mums”

You looked intensely at him, your jaw still dropped. You suddenly felt very flustered.

“W-was a-all that t-true?”

You stuttered. Fred bit his lip quickly “If she told you what I think she did then, um, yeah”

You’d never seen Fred like this before, his hands were trembling and he was avoiding your gaze, looking at the floor.

“Oh, well-” Fred suddenly got a burst of courage “I’m in love with you, (Y/N) and I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like a prank or something because, I do honestly feel that way and if you don’t feel the same, I understand. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yo-”

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind either, I’m in love with you too” you said confidently.

Fred’s eyes went wide “Really?” You stepped forward, so you were inches away from him “Really” you whispered. Fred stared into your eyes for a moment then closed the gap between you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close, you put yours on his chest and slid them up to wrap around his neck. The kiss was cut short when you heard Mrs. Weasley walking back.

“I don’t know what you’re up to Fred but Ron’s teeth are fully- FREDRICK WEASLEY GET YOUR MOUTH OFF THAT POOR GIRL!” She shrieked.

Fred pulled away from you, laughing. His bright eyes looking lovingly at you

“Way to go, Freddie!” You heard George shout from a distance.

“Now I’m much more looking forward to this school year” Fred said, looking down at you. “Me too” you said, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you.

fluffytone  asked:

I loved the pregnancy scenario so much! Could i request a scenario of Yurio P and his s/o with their smol son or daughter and they are just like their father? A grumpy cinnamon punk kitten? (They also got his beautiful blond hair❤)

This is probably one of my favorite requests I’ve received. I had so much fun writing this and ugh I’m super proud of it !!!!! I left the name of the child open for your imagination, since I have no idea what Yuri would name his kid. I really hope you like! This is sort of a sequel to this request. Thank you for the request; I really love it! <3


“Eat your vegetables hun,” you say to encourage your daughter who hasn’t touched the cooked carrots on her plate. “You need them to grow big and strong. You don’t want to be weak when you go skating with dad, do you?”

“But I don’t want to,” she mumbles, crossing her arms over her small torso, covering the tiger face that adorns the front of her black shirt. You wish she wasn’t so stubborn, but she’s just like her father. A female, six-year-old version of the Russian Punk. “They don’t taste good. I want something else!”

You sigh and go back to eating, not in the mood for your daughter’s antics. You glance at Yuri, silently begging him to help you out here. It’s enough that she takes after him in every aspect. It blows your mind that you carried her for nine months, only to have her come out looking and acting exactly like her father. She has his face shape, his green eyes, that beautiful blond hair that grown long enough to reach her waist, and his rebellious personality. She’s the splitting image of Yuri, but she has your nose, at least.

Yuri catches your pleading gaze and nods, understanding what needs to be done. Your daughter will always listen to him. It pisses you off somewhat that she favors him over you and only gives you attitude, but you love her either way. Sometimes you feel like you’re waging war against the two of them, both of them being so edgy and cold at times. At the end of the day, though, you cherish your little family with all of your heart.

“Sweetheart, you need to eat your vegetables,” Yuri reiterates, pointing his fork across the table at your daughter. “If you don’t, mom and I will be very upset.”

“You won’t be able to come skating with your dad anymore; you could get hurt from lack of nutrients,” you add. Your daughter’s face scrunches up in anger.

“Dammit!” the little blonde yells, pounding her fists on the table and making the water inside of her glass spill a bit.

Your silverware clatters deafeningly against your plate as you drop your silverware. Your gaze snaps beside you to Yuri, who is stifling laughter with a fist to his mouth. He glances at your shocked expression, your eyes wide and jaw clenched.

“Where did she learn to say that, Yuri?” you ask slowly, your anger making itself obvious in your voice. You turn your head to look at Yuri, who has an amused smile on his face. The passive aggressive smile on your face makes Yuri’s skin crawl; he gets scared of you when you’re mad. His laughter dies down and he clears his throat, a scared expression replacing the smile that was there.

“No idea,” he mutters, going back to eating his own food. “It might have been Viktor and Katsudon. They’ve been watching her skate, too, you know.” Yuri doesn’t look at you, and you know he’s guilty. You just sigh and decide to let it go; it’s not the worst word he’s said in front of your child, so you’re grateful she isn’t repeating those words.

You tell your daughter not to say that word again and to finish her food, which she finally complies. Yuri takes her into the living room to watch television while you clean up and do the dishes. You’re just grateful to be able to get a moment to yourself. You love your daughter with all of your heart, but she can be a handful.

Ever since she was young, she’s been defiant and strong and proud. It makes you happy that she won’t grow up to be someone who is easily manipulated or pushed around, but you just wish she wouldn’t favor her father over you. You know it’s only a phase and that she’ll grow out of it, but you want to cherish these moments. She won’t be small forever. She’s bound to grow up at some point.

With a sigh, you put the remainder of dishes away and head to the living room to enjoy the rest of the evening with your little family. You enter the darkened living room to find Yuri and your daughter curled up on the sofa together, the light from the television illuminating them. Yuri has his legs sprawled out across the cushions with his head resting against the back of the couch with his eyes closed; the smaller of the two is curled up in his lap, resting against his chest and appearing to be dozing off.

You grab the remote and turn down the volume of the television so it doesn’t disturb the peace that’s made its way into your home. You stand and admire your two favorite people for a moment before Yuri’s eyes flutter open. He looks at your with tired eyes and sticks his arm out towards you.

“I was watching that,” he mutters, voice already deep from grogginess. “Make it up to me. Come here.” You chuckle and comply with his request.

You carefully crawl onto the couch and wedge yourself into the small space between the back of the couch and Yuri’s legs. You lay so your head is on his shoulder and put and arm around his waist. You take in the peaceful look on your daughter’s sleeping face for a moment and let out a content sigh.

“I think we did alright,” Yuri says quietly, his hand finding your back and rubbing small circles there. “She’s the greatest gift we ever got, huh?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, allowing your eyes to close. You feel more relaxed than you have in quite a long time. “I love you guys. I lot. My two kittens.” Yuri chuckles at that. He continues rubbing your back, slowly lulling you to sleep.

“We love you, too.”

A perfect day

Paring: James Conrad x reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff ;)

Summary: You see James playing with your children, and you realise how lucky you are

Note: I’m trying to make up for Stay Alive, so here is some fluff! And I didn’t really have a name for this fic so yeah 

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You were standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dinner, when you heard your children laughing in the garden. You sat the food on the table, and walked out to the garden.

James was playing with your son and daughter. He was a perfect father. Loving, caring, just everything a father should be. He had your 3 year old daughter in his arms, and lifted her up and down, as if she was flying. Her laughter filled you with joy. Your 5 year old son was playing with a truck in the grass, laughing at his sister. If it wasn’t because of the food going cold, you would’ve stayed there and watched them. You loved you little family so much. Even though it wasn’t perfect. The kids loved their father, even though he travelled a lot, but they enjoyed every moment with him.

“Dinner is ready.” You shouted. They all looked at you, smiling so happily.

“Get in there.” James said and let go of them. They ran past you and into the kitchen.

James got up from the grass and walked towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, and hugged you so tightly. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck. He breathed into your hair, and you swore that he almost cried.

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much.” He whispered. You chuckled at his words, smiling wider than you thought was possible.

“We should get back to the kids.” You said. James let go of you, but not for long. He lifted you in his arms, bride style, and walked into the kitchen where he sat you down again.

Days like these were what you lived for.


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Bf! Suho

  • Suho just happened, it wasn’t planned
  • You moved into his neighbourhood when you were 10 and he was your first best friend
  • People often teased you both in school, how you were so close
  • He spent his free time with you, spending lunch times with you and often came to your house to spend his evenings
  • You started feeling things for him as you reached your teenage years, often blushing when he was around and finding your words stuck in your throat when he talked
  • Everything about him sucked the breather out of you and left you speechless and paralysed
  • You kept your feelings hidden, knowing that he would never feel the same about you. He had gained popularity because of his angelic voice and arresting features. But he was always so nice
  • You tried avoiding him but he would always be there
  • That was when he was accepted into SM. You were happy for him but so sad that you won’t see him as much. You were glad you kept your feelings from him, the love painfully crashing against your rib cage whenever he was around
  • When he told you he was leaving you smiled brightly at him but he saw, he saw your eyes water, your mouth lying as your lips stretched into a grin
  • “Y/N, before I leave, I wanted to ask you something. Something I’ve been aching to ask you ever since….” He stopped and looked away
  • “Will you be my girlfriend? It’ll be hard I know and we’ll rarely see each other but I promise I’ll make time for us”
  • You just stared blankly at him and then breaking into tears. He held you as you cried, not knowing why. Was it the fear? Was it the happiness? The relief?
  • But you said yes and he smiled so bright, he put the twinkling stars to shame
  • Suho knows more about you than you know about yourself
  • He would always see if you’re not feeling well of it you’ve had a bad day
  • He just knows, by the way you talk, the way you play with the rings on your finger or the way you stare too much out the window
  • And he also knows when not to talk about it
  • He would just hug you
  • And his hugs are really warm and he smells really nice, like expensive cologne and newly washed sheets. You bury your face in the soft material of his shirt and he strokes your hair really gently and kisses your head
  • “I love you, you know that right?” He would say while looking deep into your eyes
  • His kisses are gentle and passionate and he cups your face, his palms tender and warm
  • His eyes are often closed as you break away from the kiss and then he smiles like an idiots
  • He’s so romantic sometimes
  • Like bringing you flowers and texting you something really cute, and pulling you close by the waist
  • He loves staring at you fondly and playing with your hair and whispering cute things in your ear
  • You both love the rain and mostly stay at home and cuddle
  • When cuddling, he rests his head on your shoulder and play with your fingers and then raises them up to kiss them
  • You sometimes cringe by how romantic he is but it makes you feel wanted
  • He makes you feel so good about yourself, and its evident how genuinely proud of you he is
  • Even when he’s busy, he tries his best to call you 
  • Whenever he gets time off, he immediately runs over to your place to spend time with you
  • He can be an idiot as well
  • He make weird faces sometimes and its just…weird
  • And he’ll start dancing randomly sometimes and you have to stop him
  • like the time he danced to russian roulette. on a music show. stop him
  • Making weird ass jokes and smiles at you in a goofy way, expecting laughter from you but you just stare at him like what the hell
  • Sometimes he makes you rethink your life choices
  • “Why am I dating this man”
  • Bad pick up lines that makes you want to push him off the cliff
  • “Are you feeling sick? I guess we can say that you lack in Vitamin ME!”
  • Gets offended when you don’t laugh
  • “It is I, your first love, your knight in shining armour!”
  • “Suho please stop”
  • He’s always eagerly looking at him phone, hoping you’d call him
  • The other members tease him about it but he doesn’t care
  • Gives amazing advice and makes you feel better when you’re down
  • Sometimes nags you when you don’t listen to him
  • Loves buying things for you
  • Never forgets anniversaries, he legit remembers the day you moved in
  • He had a crush on you since day 1
  • “OH MY GOD YOU HAD A CRUSH ON ME??!!”
  • “No, pfft you looked like a potato haha what crush”
  • Kept a diary and wrote about how much he loves you and you found it hiding in his room somewhere and some entries literally had you in tears
  • Had a mental breakdown when he found out you read his diary
  • Gets jealous fairly easily and doesn’t like it when you get too close to one of the other members
  • He becomes really quiet and frustrated and ignores you
  • You both don’t fight a lot but when you do he talks to you about it
  • He doesn’t like arguments 
  • Always so calm, you feel at peace next to him
  • Long walks on the beach and then watching the sunset together
  • Sometimes you would stand on the balcony and watch the far off twinkling lights and talk about life
  • You both love reminiscing about old times
  • Both of your parents were so surprised when they heard you were dating but literally threw a party
  • Your mom loves him, your cousins are jealous of you, your whole family adores you
  • He gets a little shy around your family though and follows you around at family gatherings
  • Is so scared of your dad and gets all gentlemanly and reserved
  • He is such a gentleman though, like he holds the door for you, makes you sit in the car first, holds you by the back whenever you both go together, pulls the chair from the table for you to sit
  • One time he pulled the chair when you were about to sit and you fell on your ass and he died laughing
  • Adores you when you wear his clothes
  • Late night conversations and then laughing like idiots
  • Holds you close when you’re sleeping
  • Morning kisses and sweet pecks on the nose
  • Going to the gym together and him laughing at you when you get too tired
  • Cute selfies at clothes’ shops, mostly him kissing you on the cheeks
  • Him giving you piggy back rides around the house
  • Baking and endings up in a mess 
  • Him going out of his way on your birthday and buying you presents and trying to make a cake but failing
  • Him singing to you late at night when you both can’t fall asleep
  • Watching kdramas on a lazy day
  • Your sheets smelling like him
  • Him running to your apartment when he gets off early
  • Hugs when he picks you up and swirls you and you both end up in a laughing mess
  • Dates in cute cafes or in expensive restaurants
  • His gallery is filled with pictures of you, eating, studying, sleeping
  • Walking along the river or cycling late at night
  • Adopting a dog together and having an argument on what to name him
  • Candle light dinners
  • He holds your hand really tightly
  • In bed he’s so dominant like totally has a daddy kink
  • But then also asks if you’re ok and it annoys you because
  • “SUHO PLEASE JUST”
  • “But are you okay?”
  • “KIM JUNMYEON!”
  • Its such a bliss your relationships is beautiful
  • You’re so lucky ugh

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