this morning when i woke up he was all over me

Can’t Help It

Request: soooo Seb has finally hooked up with the reader and all he can do is watch her sleep bc he cant believe it

Words: 414

“Quit doing that.”

Nuzzling into your pillow, you try your best to suppress the feeling washing over you. The swelling of your lips is a pure result of his eagerness. You hate giving him the satisfaction of making you smile.

You wait until you have fully suppressed the smile to offer up your response.

“Looking at me.”

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anonymous asked:

So rewind all the way back to 7x04 when Michonne turns over to see a sleeping Rick and gets visibly frustrated, like how can he sleep soundly after all of this? Fast forward to 7x12 and now we know he hasn't been sleeping at all. And the way he took watch and was gonna play it off like he just liked doing it? It guts me. GUTS me.

Yes, I’ve been thinking about that 7x04 moment since he said he hasn’t been sleeping. And I was like, “Well you sure were sleeping that one morning…🤔” But I also thought about how he woke up so easily when Michonne left, and maybe that was after being up all night. He seems to be stealing naps when he can, which made me sad on its own. But I almost forgot about him pretending he liked keeping watch! Ugh, my heart. He was just gonna suffer in silence.

spiders, Seth x Reader

so I’ve been really inspired to start writing here recently, so this is my first one shot. bare with me pls and thanks :) also this is based off of a post break up au prompt from @ nadiahilker   

Seth Rollins x Reader

you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too”

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I’m so scared.
Scared that you’ll get over me so fast.
That I am just a pass-by, a fling for you.
That you do like that girl that comments on all your instagram pictures more than you like me.
Even though you said you don’t.
That you’d prefer a girl who does look good in the morning when she just woke up,
without having to conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
That every moment with me would easily be replaced for moments with others.
That even though you say you love me, you don’t do nearly as much as I do love you.

Please don’t leave

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write.

The Miz

Let me tell you why I love this guy so much. 

He is so incredibly intelligent when it comes to the wrestling business. Not only is he extremely smart when it comes to the business side of it, but he cares. He cares. He put over the women tonight, he put over guys tonight like Apollo Crews and Zack Ryder. He spoke highly of both AJ Sytles and Dean Ambrose. He is so genuine and humble, and these days in the wrestling business, that’s something we rarely come across anymore. He takes pride in being Champion, and he is one of the best heels in the company today. He worked his way literally from the bottom all the way to the top. Nobody believed in him when he started out. Even his parents told him he’d never be a WWE Superstar. One morning, he woke up, looked himself in the mirror and said that he was going to do this. He proved everybody wrong. The Miz is a WWE Champion, a Money in the Bank winner, a two-time U.S Champion, a six-time Tag Team Champion, a Grand Slam Champion, a Triple Crown winner, and a six-time Intercontinental champion. The Miz is so unrated and underappreciated. I wish people would see the greatness I have seen in him for years. I cannot wait for the day he goes into the Hall of Fame because damn does that boy deserve it. 

If they had a baby...part 2

Wow guys I can’t believe how many of you liked my head canons! I went to bed last night it only had 15 notes woke up this morning to over 700 more! I don’t usually post things like this because I get nervous but all of you have been so nice in your comments! I have a few more, I’ve been thinking about Katsuo’s character for a few days now actually. Thank you for all the nice feedback as well! 

  • Katsuo is born just about three years after the anime meaning Victor is 30 and Yuuri is 27.
  • A lovely anon messaged me the idea that Mari donated her eggs for the pregnancy, meaning Katsuo has Katsuki DNA in him.
  • When they bring Katsuo home and introduce him to Makkachin, the poodle becomes a doggy body guard and sleeps besides the crib at night.
  • Victor decides he gets to be called papa and Yuuri will be called dada.
  • When JJ finally gets around to congratulating the couple on their new baby he sends a onesie with his face on it. 
  • Yuuri and Victor throw it out right away.
  • The first time Katsuo becomes sick both Yuuri and Victor are in tears because they can’t stand the sight of their baby in pain.
  • When Katsuo is given his first shot they both tear up as well.
  • Yurio is scared of being alone with Katsuo out of fear of accidentally hurting him or not knowing what to do if he needs something.
  • The Nishigori triplets proclaim themselves older sisters to him and have fun taking pictures and videos of Katsuo.
  • Once old enough he develops the habit of pulling Victor’s hair and Yuri’s glasses off.
  • Katsuo laughs the most at the faces Chris makes at him.
  • After his skating career Chris goes into acting but realizes his little nephew won’t be able to see any of his movies because they’re rated R.
  • He decides to take on more kid friendly roles and to much of everyone’s surprise he becomes quite beloved by children audiences.
  • Katsuo’s favorite stuffed animal is a teddy bear Minami gives him shortly after he’s born.
  • As he grows up Katsuo is able to speak Japanese, Russian and English.
  • Yuuri worries about how they’d explain his and Victor’s first meeting to Katsuo once he’s old enough to ask.
  • “I fell in love with your dada the moment I laid eyes on his drunk dance moves~” or “I flew all the way to Japan and met dada in the onsen! He was really surprised to see me naked!”
  • Otabek smiles quite a bit around Katsuo and often comments how cute he is. 
  • Yakov enjoys reading Katsuo Russian fairytales when he visits.
  • The “uncles” usually fight over who the favorite will be.
  • “Yuuri I bought custom made skates for Katsu~ Aren’t they adorable! See they have his name on them too!”
  • “Victor he’s 5 months old he can barely even crawl!”
Bad Behavior {Jon MoxleyxReader}

Summary: Moxley’s in his feels, she’s toxic. 

(This imagine was inspired by this song

He was always the first to wake up when he stayed the night at her flat. Mentally commanding himself to go back to bed and absorbed the shared capacity he missed so much when he slept alone.

A soft groan from her lips interrupted his thoughts when she rolled away from the sunlight that was peeking through the blinds.

He pleaded for her not to wake-up, not just yet at least because if she woke up that meant Moxley had to leave. And when he left he wouldn’t see her until 9, which was 12 hours without her. Which is probably why he was so cranky all the time because he’s so anxious to get back to her.

She glimpsed over at the flashing alarm clock before sprinting out of bed. “Shit Mox, why didn’t you tell me my alarm went off?!”

Because I didn’t want to spoil our morning even if it means more to me than it does to you. And maybe, quite possibly, you look cute sleeping.

But he couldn’t tell her that, even if he wanted too mainly because she never had time for his feelings. She was so on-the-go he never even had time to ask her when he would see her next. It’s why every second with her was so precious.

She was pacing her bedroom floor in nothing but her black lace thong and hickeys from last night credit to Mox. He possessively watched her slip on her pencil skirt in a hip swaying motion that mocked his morning wood. His hand slid under the sheet, palming at his prompt package that twitched when she bent over to prey through her closet for her nude pumps.

Her second alarm echoed off the walls signaling her with 15 minutes left to spare interrupting Mox from rubbing one out.

He through the sheet off his bare body and slipped on his boxers that were disbanded last night.

He cleared his throat, brushing a hand across her lower back soothingly. “I'was uh, thinkin.. maybe you could come to one of my matches after you get off tonight?”

She leaned back up from her bent posture, Mox receiving a sweep in the face from her long locks. “Oh goodness, I don’t want to be a distraction.” She says, unashamed with her breast bouncing with her balance as she tries to slip on one of her heels.

Her hand grips onto his muscular shoulder for support, sliding the other one on. “And besides, friends don’t bring their fuck buddy’s to their occupation.”

She was too busy buttoning up her blouse to acknowledge the disappointed look in Mox’s eyes.
He was so out of control when it came to her, he hardly even felt like himself anymore. Even if she wasn’t his, he was hers. But what if she decided one day she didn’t want him anymore? That she found a posh, educated, stable guy at her work and not some rugged indie-wrestler.

The peck of her lips suspended his distress thoughts only to have her pull back. “You’re staying the night again, right?”

No. Nope. Absolutely not. I’m ending this before you do. I’m going to be the one to walk away, not you.

Another kiss was sealed to his lips before he could respond. Her tongue brushed along his lower lip in a seductive taunt that obeyed Mox to let her in. Their tongues momentarily danced while her hands found their way to the waistband of his boxers. Mox let out a throaty groan when her hand slipped underneath and grasped his bulge.

“You’ll be here when I come back, yeah?” She whispered against his neck, stamping delicate pecks while she stroked him.

“Y-Yeah.” He managed to get out.

She smiled victoriously, leaning up on her toes to press a closed kiss to his mouth before taking her hand back.

“See you later!” She calls, swinging her luxury purse over her shoulder and strutting out the door.

Her lips were bad behavior, and he’s in danger.

No Feelings // request

Request: “Could you please write an imagine where y/n and Justin are both pop stars and also friends with benefits. One day he offers her to perform with him on his concert. After that they just spent some time together. When all went to sleep on the bus, (they sleep on separate) they get horny af”

WARNING: Imagine might contain some sexual material, read with your own risk!


Y/N’s POV:

I woke up naked from my bed and looked next to me. Great, he had stayed over the night even he promised to leave so paparazzies wouldn’t be surrounding my house all day long with their nasty questions.

I pushed his gently and he opened his eyes slowly. “Good morning, kitten” he mumbled and tried reach my lips. “Get out of my house. You should have left hours ago already” I mumbled and threw his jeans next to him on the bed.

He just laughed and grabbed me next to him on the bed. “Someone is a little tight today? Would a quick morning sex help you or..” his lips met my neck and made me moan. “I take that as yes” he chuckled and pulled me closer to him.

Hours later, even I thought that I would just kick him out, I decided offer him a breakfast even it was almost a lunch time already. We sat on the kitchen table and drank coffee when Justin opened his mouth.

“I have a little question for you, I hope you don’t mind or lost your mind” he mumbled. I nodded and giggled because I couldn’t guess at all what was in his mind.

“Would you like to come to perform with me on my next concert like as special guest?” he asked. I looked him confused. “Is that some joke? With you? Oh my God..” I was almost speechless. He nodded and laughed.

“I’m serious” he said and wrabbed his arms around me before he picked me up on his arms. His lips connected on mine even I tried push him away.

“No, Justin, stop it. I can’t do it anymore. We did it already three times this morning” I giggled while his lips tickled my neck. “Only if you promise to come with me tomorrow” he mumbled and looked me grinning.

“Fine, fine” I sighed and he let me down. “Good” he winked and gave me a one last kiss before he left. “I’ll call someone to pick you up tomorrow” he yelled to the door before he left.

Sometimes I found there some loving and cute sides of Justin like he would have been my boyfriend, even we had made that promise that we wouldn’t do that. We were just friends, with benefits and that’s it.


Justin’s driver came pick me up on 5pm at my place and he drove me to that big arena where he should be performing tonight. My jaw dropped when I walked in and saw how huge it was and I started get a bit nervous already.

What if I will fail? What if his fans hate me? What if I don’t remember lyrics (even we wouldn’t have even talked about that yet which song we’ll sing if we even will do it together)? What if…

My thinking got interrupted when I felt strong arms moving around my waist. “Looks good, huh? This whole hall will be full of people tonight” he smirked and I bit my lip. “Can I still turn back?” I giggled and looked him and he shook his head. “Nope, deal is deal”

“But what if they won’t like me.. what if they..” questions came out of my mouth but he stopped me. “The first at all, they won’t hate you. They will love you. Just relax.. Everything will be fine” he calmed me down and again that cute and caring side of Justin started coming out.

“Stop” I mumbled and then he noticed it too. “Sorry.. I didn’t mean to. Do you wanna go check that outfit which we thought to you for tonight?” he suggested and I nodded.

We walked in the dressing room and he pulled out a short dress which was covered with silver diamonds. “You must be kidding..” I mumbled and looked him shocked. “Isn’t that a bit too…” I tried find right word. “No, I don’t think so. It would look perfect on you” he smiled and pushed the hanger on my hands. “Try it at least”

I decided do as he told and walked in the closest bathroom change it. Seconds later I heard knock and soft chuckle. “You’re acting like I’d not have seen you naked ever” I heard Justin say. “Shut up” I yelled back and told him go back to dressing room. “I’ll be ready soon” I informed before I pulled the zipper of that really tight and short dress up.

It looked good, I couldn’t lie about that. He and his assistants have a good taste. I opened the door of the bathroom and walked back to dressing rooms where Justin was sitting while one of his assistants did his hair

He looked me through the mirror and his eyes widened. “Wow, that looks even better than I thought on you” he mumbled and bit his lip. “Look, Janet” he said to his assistant and she looked my dress too. “It’s like that dress would have made just for you, Y/N” she commented and smiled. I nodded and smiled back.

“So will you accept that dress or will I call Hannah back here to help you find a better one?” Justin asked to me after I walked back to bathroom my own clothes on again. “I can use that one” I said and sat on the couch which laid in the corner of his dressing room. “Great” he smiled and moved to sit next to me on the couch.

“I’m happy that you’ll be performing with me today” he smiled while his fingers ran over my cheek. “Me too” I smiled and pushed his hand away. I knew what was on his mind but that will not happen today. “What’s wrong?” he asked and looked me worried. “We don’t have time for that” I mumbled and just then a young woman walked in.

“It’s time for your makeup, Y/N. And Justin, you should go check a few things with your dancers. They had something to ask you” the woman said and we both nodded. I moved to sat on the chair in front of the mirror and Justin walked out of the room and made his way to the dressing room of his dancers.

That same woman helped me later put my dress back on and brought me a silver high heels which were suitable with my dress. There was only 10 minutes left before the show would start. However my time appear on the stage was just in the middle of the concert but Justin had told me to come backstage anyways.

We walked together there and he kissed me on lips without worrying that someone would see it. “See you soon” he smirked and slapped my ass gently before he stepped in that glass box. I heard how the audience got wilder when his box started rise up.


One more song and it would be my time to step in the stage. I started get nervous because I had ever performed that big audience before. Thankfully Justin was there. I heard how the song ended and a loud screaming followed that. How he was able to listen that almost every day? I shook my head and smiled for my thoughts before I heard how Justin started speak.

“I have a little guest here tonight. She’s one of my best friend, Y/N. This might be a huge risk since after that you will probably go buy her albums and forget me but I’ll take that risk anyways” he joked. “Now let’s welcome Y/N on the stage” he yelled and people in the audience started scream again before I walked to the stage.

I smiled and waved and I felt how screaming got even louder. Music started play and we started sing together one of his songs named “Hold Tight” He kept an eye contact with me whole that song and sometimes it felt like there would have been nobody else but him. I was glad that he had asked me to come here.

He let me perform still a couple songs to my own album before my part was over. “Again, give it up on Y/N. It was so nice that you came here” Justin said and hugged me before I started walk out of the stage. I heard how audience screamed my name still after I had left. Justin was right, there was nothing to worry about. They liked me.

I followed his concert still before he sang his last song and left the stage. When he saw me, he ran right away over me and hugged even his all clothes were wet. “Sorry” he mumbled when he noticed that I looked a bit uncomfortable. “I just wanted thank you for coming.. once again” he said. “No problem, I had really fun” I smiled before we walked together in his dressing room.


“I don’t know Justin if that’s a good idea. I mean I can walk back home, it’s totally fine by me” I told him when he offered that I’d stay over the night in their tour bus. “No no, I don’t want you to go there and get raped or something. It’s dangerous out that time of the day” he said and I started a little agree with him.

“Okay but where would I sleep then? I think that your bus is full of people already” I looked inside the bus and noticed how almost every bed were taken there. “There’s a really comfortable couch or you can take my bed and I can sleep on the couch” he offered.

“I can take the couch” I said quickly and ran over the couch before anyone could take it. Justin just chuckled for me and went to get me a pillow and a blanket. “There” he dropped a big white blanket and pillow next to me. “Thanks” I smiled and when I noticed that everyone else were in sleep alreazy I decided give a little kiss on his cheek but for my bad luck he just turned his head and I kissed him on lips.

“Woah, I didn’t expected that” he looked me suprised but smirking. “I didn’t either” I blushed and laid on the couch. “We better start sleep before this will go in crazy level” I mumbled and pulled the blanket myself. “Good night, Justin” I wished to him and got a low mumble of ‘goodnight’ back.

However hours later I woke up on sound of low moaning. It heard back of the tour bus and I couldn’t anything about it that I started get curious. I stepped out of the couch and started quietly walk over the sound. That closer I got to the room, that clearer I heard it and I recornized the voice.

Justin, how couldn’t I guess, I thought and rolled my eyes. I slipped in his room and he startled. “Holy shit, Y/N. Stop scaring me” he hissed and I closed the door behind myself. “And you stop interrupting others sleep” I mumbled.

My gaze was focused on nothing but his sweatpants which were a half way off. He noticed it and chuckled. “But that wasn’t the reason you came here, to tell me to be more quiet huh?” he grinned and moved closer to me. “Actually yes, it was” I said but still couldn’t remove my gaze on his crotch.

“Then look at me in the eyes and say it” he said calm and rose my head by raising my chin. “I didn’t have any back thoughts of anything when I came here” I said as serious as I could but it wasn’t enough. “What kind of back thoughts you didn’t have?” he asked and tilted his head.

“Like for example coming there to get some attention or..” “getting fucked?” he suggested and I went in red. Thankfully it was dark in his room and he couldn’t see that. He however knew that I was blushing.

“Mm.. I knew it, baby” he mumbled to my ear and turned my head so now we were facing each others. “But you know what? It’s okay, I’d really love to help you because I was kinda thinking about same just before you walked inside” he told and pushed the string of my top down my shoulder.

I didn’t complain when he kissed me and pushed me on his big bed. “You’re so beautiful” he mumbled and took off my top and threw it on the floor. My jeans and socks followed it seconds later and in the end I was laying there just my lingeries on.

He smirked and kissed me. “You have to be quiet then if you don’t want other people in this bus hear you” he whispered before he pulled his sweatpants off and pulled my panties a side. I nodded agreeing to him and he pushed himself slowly inside me.

It was hard to stay quiet when you had get used to that you can scream as loud as you want when he was at your place or you was at his place. I had to reminds myself after every second that we were in his tour bus now, not at home and it wasn’t suitable moment to make own choices.

He picked up his pace and kept whispering my ear how good I felt around him. A low groan left his mouth. A few seconds there was just low mumbling and hard breathing before we heard a quiet footsteps coming closer.

Justin pulled himself quickly off me and pulled the blanket over me before the door opened. Justin pretent that he slept before he heard one of his dancers calling him. “Mmm.. what Johnny?” he turned to his side and asked tired. “It’s 3am, what’s wrong?"Johnny just looked at him a few moments before he softly chuckled. "One thing about tomorrow came just in my head like.. is it okay if I come a bit later in rehearsals? I have.. a meeting” he scratched back of his neck.

Justin groaned and laughed. “You come ask something like this, this time of the day. Of course it’s okay. Now go and let me sleep” Justin mumbled and Johnny left his room chuckling. “Thank you boss and sorry for interrupting”

Justin pulled the blanket off over him and me. I looked at him and bit my lip. “I don’t know am I in that mood anymore to continue” I mumbled and giggled. “Me either.. that interrupt kinda kill that” he said and wtabbed his arm around her. “But I’d cuddle if that’s okay with you” he smirked and made me roll my eyes. “We haven’t ever cuddled” I mumbled and pushed him on his chest.

“Well then it would be a good time to try it” he chuckled and pulled me closer. “No, remember no feelings, I came here just because.. you seemly needed help and now when I have helped I-” “Who says that it would contain feelings if I want just cuddle with you” he groaned and let me go finally after I had tried desperately stood up his bed. “Maybe not you but I might-” I closed my mouth quickly. “Do you have some feeling ov-” he started but I told him stop.

I grabbed my clothes on the floor, dressed them up and walked to the door. “Just forget it, it was nothing. See you around, Justin. I might have left already when you guys wake up” I mumbled and left his room and heated back to the couch where the blanket and pillow wait for me.

Happy Birthday, daddy

A tiny little piece set in a future. Emma and Killian are married and have a little three year old son.
All mistakes are mine. I‘m also not a native speaker so if you see a mistake, please just let me know.

Hope you’ll enjoy :)

When Emma Swan woke up that morning, there was something quite heavy laying over her. Well, not something but actually a three-year-old someone.
As much as she wanted to complain, when she looked at her little baby boy she just couldn‘t.
Not so little anymore- she reminded herself as she looked down at her precious Liam.  Every single bad thing that‘s happened in her life was so worth it because it gave her this.

She couldn‘t help but hug him a bit tighter. Suddenly, he started to wiggle in her hold. He didn‘t whine, just looked at her with those beautiful blue eyes (that she knew oh so well from a certain handsome pirate of hers) and a big smile.
“Morning, baby.”
He didn‘t answer, just giggled and snuggled more under the covers with her.
After a while he looked up and put a finger on his mouth, quietly mouthing: “Daddy.”
Cutie, she thought.
“Shall we wake up daddy now?”
He nodded
“Go on, then.”
He carefuly moved away from her to the pirate sleeping on the other side of the bed and very gently laid over him, gave him a little (sloppy) kiss and mumbled: “ Happy Birthday, daddy”

She loved her life
This was my first attempt to write a fanfiction and any reviews and opinions are very much appreciated :)
Thank you.

anonymous asked:

going to town with Seokmin

Ohh going to town lit

  • your day would start off with waking up next to a smiling Seokmin
  •  You’d wake up to an unfamiliar rusting in bed and when you turned you saw Seokmin still sleeping beside you
  • still tired and a bit shocked, you woke him up in a panic 
  • “Don’t you have work today? Seokmin it’s so late! Get up and get ready!” 
  • and you’d see him wriggle around and grab your hand because he had gotten used to the habit of grabbing you in the morning
  • He’d rustle around and rub his eyes until he woke up all the way
  • “I don’t have work today babe, they gave me a day off so I slept in,” he’d reply in his groggy voice.
  • he’d sit up and prop himself up on his arm and look over at you lovingly 
  • “We can spend the day together darling, whatever you want and wherever you want to go”
  • “ - as long as we stay in this country and we’re back before tomorrow,” he quickly added humorously 
  • you’d flash him a blinding smile before jumping out of bed and walking to the bathroom
  • “Come on, you’re not gonna get ready for our date in town by laying in bed,” you would say gleefully
  • skip to town bc im a lazy brat 
  • you would arrive in town after eating a simple breakfast at home and getting dressed and all that other stuff
  • as the day goes along and the sidewalk gets more packed you could feel Seokmin inching closer and closer to you
  • but you’d ignore it bc who’s complaining not me 
  • and when he’d get super close you’d kinda jump forward bc what is this kid doing ?? 
  • anyway he’d kinda just discreetly grab your hand and intertwine it with his and take the lead and walk out of the giant mess of a crowd
  • you guys finally get to the part of town you wanted to go to and it’s literally lit
  • even tho it’s literally bright as hell out because three suns are shining 
  • signs, posters, buildings, street lights, they’re all lit up like it’s New Years or something
  • anyway this is the start of your town date and y’all have no idea what to do
  • and by no idea I literally mean NO IDEA
  • Seokmin is walking around with you following like a lost puppy 
  • and he lowkey has his phone out because he doesn’t know any good places
  • and upon walking around aimlessly for a couple minutes you guys pass by an animal cafe and just walk right in
  • like there’s no discussing it 
  • you both love animals and coffee is a regular thing 
  • so you walk in and take a seat right in the middle by the dogs/puppies
  • and the cats/kittens
  • and the bunnies 
  • and the turtles 
  • and the fish tank 
  • and as soon as you order your drinks and snacks and all that jazz you walk right up to a small little pup and he just jumps on you
  • and Seokmin thinks its the cutest thing in the world
  • because his S/O x dogs is the cutest in his head
  • and he can’t stop laughing at you practically getting trampled by the five dogs/puppies that walked over to you
  • one animal cafe trip later 
  • you’re back outside in the cruel real world after Seokmin practically dragged you back outside
  • yeah it was fun playing with the puppies and kittens and bunnies and why not throw turtles along that train 
  • but he didn’t want to waste his day with you just playing with puppies
  • he wanted to go somewhere like a park or something 
  • something that would attract your shining personalities 
  • in the end you ended up at the park 
  • and there would actually be a lot going on
  • some honey-voiced street singers, dancers, playing children, bike riding
  • the park was full of life and it almost seemed like a movie
  • there was too much going on, but you two would find a way to fit in together 
  • and that’s exactly what you did
  • you’d take turns dragging each other up and down the park 
  • going to get snacks from the concession stand workers
  • singing along with the street performers 
  • cracking jokes and making others around you laugh
  • you’d take turns pushing each other on the swing set at the playground 
  • with the occasional exaggerated and joking “agh (Y/n) you’re so heavy!”
  • and playing with the little adorable children  
  • and when you guys get tired of the playground and call it quits they run after you
  • anyway the day is ending and you didn’t really go around town like you had planned
  • you had just gone to the park and an animal cafe
  • but it couldn’t have made the day and date any better
  • you both are walking on the trail that sat beside the water
  • holding hands as you lean on his shoulder and you walk slowly 
  • there aren’t many people except for the occasional passerby 
  • the water is twinkling thanks to the lights that lit up the park and basketball courts
  • you would end up taking the long way back to your apartment to watch the sun set
  • and when you finally got back
  • you both would follow the same routine -shower, get dressed, sit on couch
  • and you both are having the same thoughts as for what you’ll eat for dinner
  • “ramen?”
  • “ramen”

|| Admin Angel


3:06pm (11/4/16)

This morning I woke up with puffy eyes .. I woke up with my body aching and my hands between my legs with the covers slightly over me .

I saw the tissue box stained with grayish dots . I saw the Tissues I used just a few hours earlier finding a home between mommy covers .. I remember how it felt to breathe in and out . Like a boulder in my chest .. I got up , got dressed , washing my face and brushed my teeth. I avoided all eye contact with the mirror.

After a while I told myself I could look because I need to . I finally look up and I begin to fluff my hair and my mom said “hey so did he talk to you last night ” I told her everything she and when she left I shut the door and I backed away from the mirror I bursted into tears and I fell slowly down to the ground .

I remember how this morning I held my hand over my mouth so no one could hear my cries ..I buried my head into my palms and laid on the floor sobbing ..I couldn’t move , I couldn’t get up , I was stolid .

Before leaving I placed hot rags over my eyes , and as I stood there I envisioned the future I had for us, I saw the many women after me .. I never begged for anyone in my life to stay with me.

But that night I did ..I begged and begged him not to do this but I didn’t win that war. Nothing I could say changed his views ..and if leaving me makes him happy then I will be happy for him.
He came into my life at the right time .. I just wasn’t right for his time ..

blank stare

Originally posted by militarytabi

Title: blank stare

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun/Reader

Genre: Robot!AU

Summary: He was supposedly a robot…but why were his stare and his touch so warm?

He stared, that’s the only thing he knew how to do at the moment.

Uncomfortably, she shifted a little in her seat. It wasn’t the most conventional of birthdays yesterday, she woke up with an allergy that kept her sneezing over and over again, her boss was transferred to another country and now she had a new one –way too enthusiastic in the mornings and quite flirty, she might say. If that wasn’t enough for her birthday, she had to listen to two women talk on the subway about which color of nail polish was better red or blue and finally, when she got home, she received a call from her best friend saying that the bus had left her, for that she couldn’t go to her apartment to spend a quiet night of simple chatting. The day after that she was relieved, after all, she didn’t have to live her worst birthday ever again, but she was surprised when she saw a big box in her living room with a big ribbon over it. If she had thought with a normal mind setting, she would’ve pinpointed that it was a refrigerator or a really tall object, but there wasn’t a way in hell that Nari was that way. Her best friend was anything but conventional.

Out of all the things that could cross her head…a robot wasn’t on the list.

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A Universe In His Eyes - Alex Gaskarth Smut

Originally posted by wetdreamsonlylastforanight

requests: Hey can you write some hardcore alex gaskarth smut thx + Hi could you write a smut about Alex Gaskarth, like morning sex? You would be a sweetheart <3

I could feel the heat from the window radiating onto my skin when I woke up. It was my most favorite feeling. Well, right next to waking up to my most favorite person in the world. My heart was filled with love and my breath was snatched away from me everyday he wasn’t on tour or in the studio. Today just so happened to be one of those days, thank god. I feel my lips pull into a smile and I turn over to look at Alex, finding his gorgeous orbs already on me.

“Good morning, beautiful. Took you long enough. I feel like I’ve been waiting on you to wake up for hours.”

I blushed and directed my eyes to the digital clock that sat on our nightstand, the orange letters telling me it was 10:23. He was usually gone by this time, he probably has been up for hours. Looking back at him, I barely had time to comprehend what was happening before his lips were on mine. Forcefully, but gently at the same time. It was the perfect combination.

I kissed back, before pulling away slowly, no matter how much I loved the feeling. He looked at me confusedly, but I just giggled. You would have thought that he would have understood most of the crazy things I do by now.

“I have morning breath, babe. It’s gross.” I laughed softly and pecked his cheek.

“I don’t care. You’re perfect and I want to kiss you, morning breath or not. Now get back over here.” I laughed as he pulled me back closer to him and kissed me again. Slowly the kiss got more heated, and soon Alex had rolled over on top of me. His weight was hot and comforting at the same time, and it turned me on in a weird way. I held him tight, gripped his arms and his back, moaning into the kiss.

“I haven’t done anything yet, babe.” He laughed into the kiss, making me blush slightly. He lifted my legs into the air and pulled my shorts off my legs slowly, carefully, like if he did it even slightly wrong he could scratch my leg up forever.

He tossed them away, my legs spreading, feeling him kiss down my thigh. His lips and his touch was so soft, making me quiver. I feel him reach my panties and rub his thumb over my clit and down my slit, making me moan and making my body hot.

I felt my head lull back against the pillow, and my eyes flutter shut. Alex set my legs down for a quick second, me assuming he was undressing himself, not having the energy to look up at him. After feeling him return, my eyes fluttered back open to see that he was in fact, naked, and I felt my body get hot again. No matter how many times or how long we had been together he still managed to keep me hot and bothered every time I saw him anything close to naked.

He spread my legs back apart, me not having realized that I had closed them. He kissed down my thighs, leaving them tingling as soon as he left. The closer he got to my sex, the more he slowed down, the longer the tingling stayed. When he was done with my first leg, he switched to the other, making me whine impatiently.

He finally made it passed my knee, slowing down immensely. He would kiss my thigh softly and graze his lips over my leg, rubbing it and squeezing softly. He would move a couple inches down and kiss me again, biting my thigh softly causing the slightest pain and making me whimper softly. He licks back over the spot he bit, soothing it and making me shudder. He would move down another inch and kiss, move a little further down and kiss again, before enveloping his lips around the spot right near my sex and suck softly on it, making me wrap my other leg around his hip and pull him as close as I could get him.

He chuckles into my thigh and smiles. Peppering kisses up my torso and to my lips, laughing quietly against my chin. “Please be patient, baby. I’m gettin’ there.” I think my heart may have melted.

He kissed back down my stomach, and to my thighs, this time resting between them and bringing his tongue out to now lick up my soaking slit, making me cry out loudly. He smirked up at me, and I knew he was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

I shut my eyes once again and felt his lips wrap around my clit. My legs automatically wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, desperately wanting more. I felt his fingers enter me oh, so slowly, and move at an agonizingly slow pace. I felt my body heat up, focusing on the amazing feeling of his fingers thrusting into and back out of me. I felt him stroke a spot that made my body shudder and my legs tense around his shoulders.

He pulled his fingers out of me abruptly, licking a stripe up my slit once again. I felt his tongue dip into me, and lick back up to my clit, sucking on it roughly. He pulled his thumb up and rubbed my clit in circles softly, his tongue darting in and out of my slit and between my folds, dipping into my entrance before enclosing around me wholly. The term “eating out,” had been officially defined. My body shook and my hips ground against his tongue, desperately wanting him as deep in me as possible.

His tongue dipped into my entrance and sucked up at my folds, pulling away and sinking his fingers back into me, thrusting at a much faster pace. My back arched and I moaned out loudly. No matter how magic his fingers were, nothing ever amounted the feeling I got when I felt his member inside of me, and Jesus Christ, did I need it now more than ever.

“Alex, Alex, please, I need you, now. I just want to feel you. Oh, god, please.” He looked up at me, most likely surprised. I’m pretty sure begging wasn’t something I did on a regular basis. He backed away from my most intimate place and teased my entrance, leaning forward and bringing my lips to his. But I wasn’t having any of that, bucking my hips up to him, he wasn’t having any of that. He pushed my hips down and I whined into his mouth.

“Jesus, Alex, please.” Within seconds my wish was finally, finally granted and I felt him thrust deep and suddenly into me, making me gasp. I looked up at him and found him smiling down at me. This was always one of my favorite moments of our sex. The part where Alex just waits so patiently, so gentlemanly, just for my okay for something that we both so obviously wanted. Just to make sure I wasn’t uncomfortable.

I pulled his lips down to mine roughly and kissed him hard, eventually feeling him start to thrust into me slowly. My breathing was already shaky before he even started to speed up. His hands gripped my hips firmly and gently, lifting them up at a perfect angle for me to feel every inch of him.

He sped up only slightly, but the pleasure changed so much and so intensely. It brought a whole new feeling to my body, and suddenly I was overcome with lust.

I pushed Alex over onto his back, and placed my hands on his chest, seeing him smirk and laugh slightly but quietly. I pulled the blanket back over us, leaning down to capture my lips with his and beginning to grind and rotate my hips against his, earning a low moan from deep inside his chest.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” His hands found my hips once again and guided me up and down on his member, making me moan loudly. My hands gripped his chest as I felt my hips grind against his, over and over, slowly but forcefully. He lifted me up and bucked his hips into mine, soon our movements were in unison with one other, and I could barely catch my breath.

He flipped us back over and thrust hard into me, lifting my legs around wrapping them around his waist. Every harsh thrust knocking the breath out of me. He never sped up, but his movements never lost their power. He rolled his hips into mine, making me whine out loudly. His hand rested on my clit and put pressure onto it, rolling it round in circles between his fingers.

A-Alex,“ I whimpered loudly, feeling myself come nearer and nearer to my climax.

"Oh, babe, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He moaned into my ear, his voice was light and airy unlike it usually was when we were in bed, or ever for that matter.

I felt my nails grip his back as suddenly his length started throbbing and his motions sped up, sending me into a frenzy. I felt my eyes flutter shut and I saw stars, my toes curling and I moaned out loudly.

He whimpered quietly into my ear, making me blush and breath out shakily. I felt him spurt off inside me, before he started riding out his high and making me shudder.

He kissed his softly before pulling out and rolling beside me, pulling me close to him, our breath falling on each other’s faces.

“I love you so much.” He mumbled against my lips, blushing slightly.

I felt like I saw the universe in his eyes, he was so sincere and loving. I felt the warmth and realness of his words. I loved this man.

“I love you, too, Alex.”


a/n: sorry for the very very awkward end omg !! pleas forgive me, and please please please send in requests !!!!!

My flatmate has a 70-year-old boyfriend who comes over on the weekends. This morning was only him and I. I woke up to the smoke alarm, because he left bacon cooking on the stove and went God knows where. He destroyes all my pans (I usually hide them how did he find them) and turns on the heating (which he’s not going to pay) when it’s fucking spring outside. I swear I CANNOT


Haytham Kenway x Reader

Warning: I’m an asshole and you should never read anything I write.

Words: 1497

A/N: I’ve got so many Haytham feels rn. This didn’t help. leleecool look at what you made me do. (Haytham is looking hella fine in that gif)

The sweet scent of aged spices rolled over your form, a warm arm thrown over your bare stomach. The morning rays of sun were creeping in through the blinds, making the man lying next to you look absolutely divine. His expression was peaceful, his usually well kept dark hair mussed in all different directions, no doubt an after effect of last nights rather, if you do say so yourself, pleasurable activities. A breath blew past his parted lips, his hand pulling your nude body ever closer to his heat. 

It wasn’t often that you woke up before he did, but you loved every minute of it when you did. He never looked this relaxed while awake, even in the throes of pleasure he held a sort of tenseness, his mind obviously troubled. But moments like this, when his thoughts had settled and he escaped the harsh reality of their lives, he could finally relax. And boy was it marvelous.

“Enjoying the view?” He quipped, a smirk playing at his lips. He still had yet to open his eyes, keeping your body tight against his.

“Mmm, always.” You whispered, dropping a small kiss to his toned chest.

“I have to leave at midday.” Haytham admitted, his eyes finally opening. If you had been allowed, you would stare into his beautiful gaze all day. It was more than just the brilliant gray staring back at you, more than just the soft twinkle in the light, it was the intensity. His eyes could make you burn like fire or freeze like ice. They could make you queen of everything or tear you down to nothing. 

Sure, Haytham was an extremely attractive man, but the way he made you feel, that was what was truly special about him. That’s what had intrigued you to begin with. Well, that and his little Templar operation. You had been sent to put a stop to it and him, but instead, he stole a piece of you, you could never get back. Instead he stole your heart. And, you smiled up at him softly, it seems you may have stolen his too.

“Must you?” Your voice was sweet, already knowing that he couldn’t stay. He never could. It was glaringly obvious to the both of you that this would never work out. In the end, one of you would be gone and the other wouldn’t. It was an unspoken issue in your relationship, not because you didn’t think it would happen, but simply because you wished to not remind the other. 

One look into his stormy eyes and you knew you’d never be able to live without him. He was your light in the darkness, there to guide you through the difficult paths. And the thought that one day he could be gone, you shivered.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He breathed, a finger ghosting up your bare back. You shivered again, albeit for much more pleasurable reasons.

“I don’t wish for you to go.” You changed the subject, knowing that you were only delaying the inevitable.

“I shall return soon.” He promised, his warm breath caressing your lips as he moved ever closer. “And when I do,” his mouth was hovering over yours, “I’ll not leave you until you’re fully satisfied.” He closed the gap, tongue demanding entrance before you had even began moving against his lips. You couldn’t deny his request, letting his mouth roam over yours like a king. You moaned loudly, his hands wrapping around your body so he could pull you even closer. And you were nothing if not his loyal queen.

“Yes?” Haytham called to the curt knock on his door, startling him out of his thoughts. Shay came into view, a sad sort of smile playing on his lips. “I expect you ran into no troubles?”

“Actually,” Shay began, “I ran into a number of them.” A brow raised in surprise, Haytham not expecting Shay to have run into any sort of danger. It was only an intelligence mission, and it wasn’t anything overly important.

“I’m listening.” Haytham drawled, dropping the quill that he’d been writing with lightly on the desk.

“I encountered a lone assassin in the streets. She put up one hell of a fight but I expect you won’t be seeing her again.”

“And?” He prompted, noticing the clear confusion in Shay’s expression.

“She kept repeating your name,” Shay trailed off, not entirely sure what that meant. Haytham, however, was going mad. Not on the outside, of course, but on the inside. From an outwards perspective, he looked nearly the same as he always did, a carefully stoic posture so as not to give away his inner turmoil. On the inside, it was another story entirely. He could feel the panic rise with each beat of his heart, fear’s unforgiving grasp tightening its hold on him.

“Where?” He inquired, his voice betraying his emotions.

“In the streets of New York but I don’t see how that’s im-,” Before Shay even had a chance to finish, Haytham was out the door, walking at a leisure pace despite the urge to sprint, to assure himself that you were fine. As soon as he made it out into the crisp night air, he didn’t hold back, running through the cobblestone streets like his life depended on it. And, he mused, it very well might.

The night was heavy on your back, hot blood staining your hands. You weren’t going to make it. Still, you continued to push, pleading for him. You hadn’t thought any of this through, hadn’t been able to. All you knew was that you needed to see him one more time, needed to look into his beautiful eyes, needed to tell him how you felt. 

You stumbled, a knee dropping roughly against the ground as harsh coughs wracked your body, warm liquid dripping down your chin. Had you been more aware, you might have noticed the shift in atmosphere as Haytham ran towards you, the crunch of twigs beneath his feet, or the shout that left his lips. But you weren’t aware, the darkness creeping heavily in on you. Each second was like torture, the ever darkening death looming over you. 

You could almost laugh at the irony of it all, dying alone by the hand of your lover’s friend. Was that what it was; love? You questioned, your body collapsing onto the ground painfully as your blood stained the Earth crimson. Yes, you smiled, a final breath passing through your lips, freeing you from the bounds of pain. It was love.

Haytham reached out, his knees scraping achingly against rocks as he slid for you, needing to see your beautiful gaze. Instead he was met with shallow, lifeless eyes, your blood hot against his skin, almost mocking him. Your lips were smiling up at him, your skin almost warm enough to fool him into thinking you were alive. A pained howl was ripped from his throat, his arms pulling your limp form into his chest, pleas whispering from his lips. 

You couldn’t be gone, he had just seen you hours ago. He could still hear the sound of your laughter, still smell your unique scent on his skin, still feel your heated touches, still see your beautiful smile in his mind’s eye, still taste your lips against his. There was a pain in his chest, tearing him asunder from the inside. He had caused this. 

He pulled back, darkened gray eyes gazing at the shell of the person you once were. His heart was aching, reaching for yours for love. Only, this time, he felt nothing but the bitter cold, biting at his emotions harshly. He had let you die.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, his voice shaky. “Don’t leave me alone. I can’t,” he broke, his normally charismatic words failing him. He could feel it in his chest, the missing piece, the piece that you had taken from the moment he first laid eyes upon you, and the remnant that remained with your bloodied body in the eternity of death. He’d never get it back, never feel whole again. 

He was broken and there was nothing that could fix him. His tears fell hotly onto your cooling skin, a hand running through your hair as he rested his head on your chest. He had lost too much in this world, and now, he was damaged beyond repair. 

So years later, when he had his son beneath him, hidden blade ready to release into his neck, he couldn’t do it. Your eyes flashed in his mind, your warm smile looking to him like it was only yesterday. He couldn’t lose another person. He loosened his grip, allowing Connor to slide his blade into his neck. It didn’t hurt like he thought, in fact, he couldn’t help but feel content. After all these years of wishing, praying, pleading, crying, and begging for you, he was finally going to be reunited with you; his heart, his soul, his love.

anonymous asked:

Your blog is lovely and I was wondering if you could to a Yuri scenario?

The sound of rain softly tapping the glass was what woke (y/n) up. When she looked at the window, she saw heavy grey clouds looming in the sky. 

Suddenly, she felt another body move beside her own. 

Yuri was staying over since her parents were away for the weekend. The young couple had planned to go to the amusement park that day, but their plans were ruined by the weather.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” There was an underlying tone of fondness in the girl’s voice as she spoke to the boy.

“Yeah, yeah. Now go back to sleep.”

“Sleep? Are we going to spend the whole day in bed? It’s already 11, you know.”

“Spending the whole day in bed sounds perfect to me. I don’t see any problems with it.”

(y/n) sweatdroped a bit. She should’ve guessed he’d say that. Well, it was his free day after all. There was no harm in taking up his offer.

“Well, if you say so…”

The girl turned around, so she was nuzzling Yuri’s chest, his arms wrapping around her. 

Stormy days really are the best. 

Early Morning Wake Up.

My mouth knew no limits.

It could be one in the morning and I could be chatting away on the phone with as much energy as if I had just woken up an hour ago especially when it was my best friend calling. Leading different lives may have had us living in separate cities but there was always one thing to keep us together, as if we still lived right next to each other and that was our daily phone conversations.

“Ahh, I cannot wait until the bachelorette party! I’ve been planning like crazy. I even bought a little journal to record my ideas in.”

It was only 7 in the morning so I was still in bed, my back against the headboard and the bottom half of my body still covered by the comforters and Roman’s lifeless hand draped over my waist as he snored into his pillow next to me.

That was often how I woke up. We may have went to sleep not touching each other at all and separated into our own sides of the bed but by the time I woke up, my husband was clenching on to me in some form or fashion whether it was draping his arm over me, cuddling me close to his chest or resting his head on my chest or stomach.

Roman liked to complain that the left side of the bed was his even though it was the spot I claimed so maybe that was why he spent so much time encroaching on my side.

With him still clinging to me, I managed to reach over to my nightstand without disturbing his sleep, grabbing for the small leather journal I had been using to plot down my ideas for my best friend’s celebration.

“First idea: strippers. I’m thinking they should come in these like elaborate costumes. Probably not policemen because that’s so expected. What about if they wore kits? I mean…considering your husband-to-be is a player.”

“No way,” she giggled. “He would kill me if one, he found out I had strippers at my party and two, if he found out I used them to imitate him. Nuh uh. And I’m sure he’s not going to have half-naked women at his little shindig wearing blazers and pencil skirts to look like me.”

“You never know. The office look is hot to men. Not that I would know personally,” I added though smirking to myself silently.

I actually knew firsthand considering how many times Roman had spoken a dirty compliment into my ear when I got off work wearing exactly that. Needless to say those clothes didn’t stay on too long after that.

I could hear the sound of my friend imitating a puke on the other line before saying, “Okay. Gross. Please do not lead me that deeply into your love life. I don’t want to envision Ro…okay, nevermind. New subject but while we’re on that subject, I found the perfect lingerie set to wear for my honeymoon. It’s black, it’s sexy, it’s me. He’s going to love it.”

“Ahhh!! I need pictures. Did you buy it?”

It seemed my burst of enthusiasm was too much as my husband began to stir next to me, raising his head from his pillow to give a dirty glare in my direction and though he said nothing I knew exactly what the look meant.

“Sorry,” I mouthed back. “Won’t happen again.”

He didn’t respond with a thank you but rather buried his face back into the pillow and turned his head in the opposite direction though his arm still remained over me.

“Okay. I’m back,” I whispered into the phone. “Now did you buy it?”

“Of course I did. I tucked it somewhere deep in my closet and warned him not to go snooping.”

“That guy is way too curious to not go looking for it.”

She laughed. “Well if he does he just won’t be surprised on our honeymoon. I do want to get a few more though. That’s a lot of days in Hawaii which means a lot of sex and…”

“Okay. Mental image, remember?”

Soon the image of my best friend’s fiancé came to mind and all I could picture was his dorky smile, a dorky smile she had fell in love with but all it did was make me burst into laughter.

Loud laughter.

Roman gave me that look again though this time parting his lips to warn me, “It is 7 in the morning. Most normal people are sleep right now and you two are on the phone giggling like children. I just need two more hours of sleep. Please.”

“I—“ My statement was broken by him grabbing for the phone in my hand and making the decision for me. “She will call you back later. When the rest of the world is awake.”

I couldn’t hear what was said on the other line but Roman chuckled before uttering a goodbye and hanging up the device for me, putting it on the stand next to his side of the bed rather than where I could easily reach it.

“Now…” He pulled me down to lay next to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly to restrict me from moving anywhere or getting up. “I think it’s time you enjoy a nice two hour nap with me, hm?”

“You don’t think two hours is a bit long? We’re laying here wasting the day away,” I joked.

“No. In fact it’s really short.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond as he placed a finger to my lips. “Bedtime.”

I could only shake my head and smile to myself before resting against him, feeling the comfort of his warm body next to me and knowing that in this position I would knock out in five minutes at the most even if I wasn’t all that tired.

We didn’t get much time to enjoy that silence or the warmth of each other’s bodies as the familiar sound of baby cries rang out. Roman groaned in my ear before releasing his hold on me and throwing the covers off of his body. “I’ll get him.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, not bothering to cover his shirtless top as he began to make his way to our son’s bedroom next to ours. “You owe me two hours of sleep.”

“I love you!” I shouted after him. He only responded with, “You owe me two hours of sleep,” before disappearing out of the room.

“Gosh, I love that man,” I sighed aloud to myself.

♡ Send me a ship and I’ll tell you


  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa
    • Lmao, Phoenix
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them
    • Phoenix.
  • Who starts the tickle fights
    • Phoenix
  • Who starts the pillow fights
    • Phoenix. Bye Edgeworth’s glasses, they’re gone now. They got knocked the fuck off of his face.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar
    • Phoenix, let’s be honest.
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning
    • Phoenix, then he runs for his life because he woke Edgeworth.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines
    • Phoenix “I’m the ‘Wright’ guy for you, babe ;)” Wright. 
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order
    • Edgeworth
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies
    • Phoenix
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion
    • Edgeworth
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen
    • Phoenix, the former art student
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation
    • PHOENIX. 
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines
    • Phoenix as a joke.

@inmywhipitrust , @defensisms // tagging you both since you two sent the same ship~

Happy Birthday Bucky!

A/N: Happy birthday to my lovely Bucky Barnes! Hope this makes you all smile! :)
Warning: fluffy!

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 293

PoV: Readers

Originally posted by buckysstevie

I woke up at 8:30 this morning to surprise my fiance. Today was his 100th birthday and I was going to make it the best thing ever. I crept out of his arms and down the hallway leading to the kitchen to make waffles with plum syrup. His favorite. It was about 9 o'clock when I finished making the food. I set it on the table with a cover over it to keep it warm.

I tip-toed back to our shared room to gently wake him up. I slowly opened the door and peered inside. He was still sound asleep. Good. I padded over to him and kissed him on the nose to wake him up. He smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart.” I whisper.

“Thanks doll.” He grabbed me and pulled me back under him. I gave a little giggle and tried to resist, but he was stronger than me so I gave up. “Bucky.”


“I have breakfast ready for you. It’s your favorite. Waffles and plum syrup.” he moaned and protested. “Can we just stay in bed. I’m too tired to move or even talk.” He looked at you.

“Honey are you ok? You look a pale.” He put his human hand to your forehead. “Doll you’re burning up. I’ll go get you some water. Stay here.”

“Ok, But I wanted to give you the best birthday ever but now I’m sick. I’m sorry.”

“Doll.” he paused for a moment.

“The best gift you can give me is a chance to let me take care of you.” I gave him a little smile and he returned. “I love you.”

“I love you too Bucky.” He gently kissed done on the lips before we got comfortable again.

3 am dances

I silently pulled myself out of the beautiful boys grasp I was in. It was three in the morning but I couldn’t sleep at all. Everything was just getting to me. The dread doctors adding another thing to worry about on top of the realisation that high school’s almost over and we’re all going to grow up and leave. It was all too much for me. I trotted down the stairs and into the living room and I stood by the window watching the rain fall. After fifteen minutes I felt two arms wrap around my waist.

“What are doing awake babe?” Stiles asked me.

“Couldn’t sleep. Why are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep without you in my arms so when you slipped out I woke up.”

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s not a big deal, now tell me what’s bothering you.” he rested his head on my shoulder and swayed us slightly.

“I’m just thinking. Stiles, high school is almost over. We’re all going to move on, move away, meet other people, start families, we’re all going to lose touch. Stiles I can’t handle that.”

“Well I promise you that’s not going to happen, besides you’ll have me to keep you company.” I twisted in his arms so I was facing him.

“Thats what I’m worried about most Stiles, what if we don’t stay together? What if you want something else, what if you want to be with someone else, what if you want to go to a different college, what if you-”

“Baby stop. I promise you that they’re going to have to kill me before I leave you. Y/N I love you with everything I got. Your my true love, and you only get one of those. There is nothing in this world that will make me love you any less. I can’t promise the pack staying together forever, but I will never leave your side.”

“I love you so much Stilinski.” I pulled him into a passionate kiss. 

“Come here.” 

Stiles pulled me into an open side of the room and pulled out his phone and played a slow song. He pulled me closer to him and swayed us side to side as I rested my head on his chest. Ever once in a while he’d spin me in a circle and pull me back to him. We danced for a long time before I started getting sleepy and he picked my up in his arms and carried me back to bed where we cuddled and talked till the sun came up, then we fell asleep in each others embrace for the rest of the day.

Originally posted by adoring-fictional-characters

Originally posted by tigerseye014