what a sweet little baby she was

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Raven Molisee

this is the best peridot i have ever seen. she is the perfect combination of angry and huggable. i would date this lovely girl. this is also the artist that boarded peridot’s introduction scene in warp tour, so she is automatically the best. 1000/10 the surperior peridot, i love her with all of my heart

Paul Villeco

a lovely, angry girl. not only is she sassy and adorable, but also those hips. got dam is she single 20/10 my girlfriend, she is wonderful

Rebecca Sugar

a very stressed and anxious girl. she is cute and sassy and she is my sweet honey child. 10/10 i would kiss her

Joe Johnston

a lovely and soft woman, she is very beautiful and cute and i would gladly kiss her hands 10/10 i cherish this triangle

Jeff Liu

she looks very grumpy and rude on the surface, but all this peridot really wants is a friend. i would be this peridot’s friend. 10/10 a gentle and insecure angel

Colin Howard

a wonderful, amazing girl!! very huggable!!!!! very squishable!!!!!! i love her!!!!! 10/10 i would give up my life for her

Lamar Abrams

woah!!!!!!!! big hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that just gives me more of her to love!!!!!!!!! what a little sweetie!!!! 10/10 she’s trying her best and i support her

Katie Mitroff

oh my goodness??????? what a adorable scared little child????? who frightened her like this. i will kick their ass. nobody hurts this precious girl on my watch 10/10 i want to hug her and tell her everything’s alright

Hilary Florido

what a grumpy little child!!!! she is wonderful!!!! and those adorable fangs too!!!!!! what a cuddly angry baby!!!! 10/10 god bless your soul, ms. florido

Lauren Zuke

goodness. what an Attitude. such a rude and sassy little lady, i love her. a sweet and lovely little sourpuss, i would gladly give her many hugs and kisses 10/10 watch out guys, this lady has an attitude

Ian Jones-Quartey

an excited baby girl!!!!!!!!! very fun and full of love!!!!!!!!!!!! and those little fangs of hers!!!!!!!!!!!! 10/10 a wonderful peridot

Kat Morris

a very dramatic girl!!!!!!!! she loves to express herself!!!!!!!!! and i love her for that!!!!!!!!!! she is amazing!!!!!!! 10/10 she has enough talent to star in a hollywood movie. i’d pay to see that movie

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

The Blue Princess and her Red Rose

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe)
Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.

A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet.
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! 
Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(

Summary: After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. 



The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt, love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.

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Whipped…boyfriend!!!

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the image of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking off his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he brings his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognise the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognise the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.



Whipped…Boyfriend!!! Pt.2

Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

Too Close (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

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“Of course, Love! See you then,” He replied.

You guys say your goodbyes and you had done something bold; kissing his cheek and winking at him.

 Now, who would’ve thought a 4 year old was going to be the one that helps you get the date with Harry?


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Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut

Notes: y/j = Your Job.

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- Maggie = Your friend who’s married.
- David = Maggie’s husband
- Hannah = Maggie and David’s baby
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*YOUR P.O.V*

“Hey guys! Come in, come in!”, my best friend, Maggie smiled widely at my boyfriend, Cole and I. I let go of Cole’s hand to hug Maggie, and Cole hugged her after me. 

“Cole! Y/n! It’s so good to see you!”, Maggie’s husband, David said, kissing my cheek, then shook Cole’s hand. We all went into the living room and sat down on the couches.

“So what’s been happening?”, David asked. 

“Well, I just finished up filming Riverdale and Y/n has been busy with her job as y/j”, Cole replied. “And yourself?”

“Busy with my job and here with Hannah, who’s now in the household”

Maggie asks if I wanted to help out in the kitchen, to which I agreed and left the guys to talk. 

“So, how are you and Cole doing? You know relationship wise”, Maggie asks, getting out the wine from the fridge and pouring it into glasses for us. Then pouring the beer for David and Cole. 

“Good good. We’ve managed to get through the long distance thing, with him filming and me being really busy with y/j”, I reply. 

“Wait, so how long have your guys been dating?”

“5 years and still going”, I laugh. 

“Damn, 5 years!”, Maggie raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Is there any future plans?”, she winks. I blush and look down;

“I’m hoping so. I love him so much, that I feel ready to start the next chapter”.

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“I know and I’m willing to put in the work”, I smile. We take the drink out to Cole and David. 

“Aw thanks, love”, David smiles at me, taking the drink out of my hand. I realised Maggie wasn’t in the room, but then she came back with Hannah, their child. 

“Here, let me take her”, David said as he stood up and reached his arms out. Maggie carefully placed Hannah in his arms. He sat back down and Maggie and I went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

—-

I walked out to the living room to ask if they needed a refill, when I found Cole playing with Hannah, who was laying on the floor next to him, laughing and squealing happily. 

I sneakily got my phone out and took a picture before they could notice. After I took the photo, David stands next to me, also looking down at Cole and Hannah;

“He’s really good with her. He’d be a really good father”, David whispers to me. 

“I know he will”, I smile back at him. 

“Hey, baby”, Cole smiles when he notices me. I asked for refills to which they happily accepted. 

—-

The dinner plates were placed on the table and everyone immediately dug in, except Maggie, who was feeding Hannah. We had started up a conversation about the roadtrip that Cole, K.J, his girlfriend and I went on. 

After we finished dinner, Maggie excused herself saying she needed to put Hannah to bed.

“Oh, can I help?”, Cole asks.

“Of course you can”, Maggie smiles at him and they go off with Hannah to put her to bed. 

“He’s a keeper. You know that right?”, David suddenly says. 

“I know”, I laugh. “Hannah is very cute, by the way”

“Yeah I know, she get’s it from me”, he jokes and we both laugh. 

—-

Cole and I got home after leaving Maggie and David’s. I looked at my phone: 11.47, it read. It was dark and a bit chilly outside, but it was nice and refreshing. We made it to our bedroom and Cole shut the door behind him. I sighed as I sat on the bed, taking my heels off. 

“Y/n can I tell you something?”, Cole asks, still in front of the closed door. 

“Of course you can”

“I want a baby”, he admits. 

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“Me too. When I saw you with Hannah, it made me realise how much I want a child, especially with you”, I reply, as I stand up, walking over to him and kissing him on the lips and he kisses back.

“Jump”, he said between a kiss. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us around and pinned me against the door. Cole kissed down my neck, making me moan when he sucked on my sweet spot. He grinded his hips into mine, causing my hands to immediately fly to his hair and tangle themselves in it, tugging at the ends. He groans and kisses down to my collar bones, sucking them. 

“Cole”, I whined. He got the message and turned around, carrying me over to the bed, gently placing me down. He took his shirt and pants off and I took my dress off, before we proceeded. He slowly kissed down my chest, slipping his hands underneath me, unclasping my bra, then threw it behind him. He continued to kiss down to my panties, again taking them off and throwing it behind him. 

“Can we skip the foreplay? I just want it to be just you and me and creating this new life”, Cole whispers.

“Of course we can”, I smile at him. He took of his boxers then lined himself up at my wet entrance. He slowly pushed himself in and groaned. I gasped when he was fully in. Cole didn’t move, as he allowed me to adjust a bit. i gave him a nod and he began slowly thrusting. 

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much”, Cole moaned into my neck, then kisses me passionately. 

“I love you too, baby”, I whispered back, in between kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. 

“Fuck, Cole”, I moaned, when he thrusted deeper, keeping the slow, steady pace. Cole grunted softly at each thrust of his hips. He leaned down and kissed me again. We kept like this for a while; just him thrusting slowly and deeply, kissing passionately and just letting our love filled the space between us. 

“Cole”, I moaned. 

“Me too, baby”, Cole moaned, getting the message that I was close. He didn’t speed up like he usually would, but instead, he whispered sweet nothing’s into my ear. 

“Oh, Cole, shit”

“Y/n!”, he moaned loudly, shooting his load into me. I came shortly after. He rolled off and laid down next to me. We both were panting. I turned to him;

“Cole, what if I do get pregnant? What happens then?”

“We’ll figure it out baby, we always do”, Cole said back.

*COLE’S P.O.V*

Little did she know, I was planning to marry her. 

2

She found him, curled up on his bed and under his covers, she could hear the faint sounds of sniffles erupting from his chest. The blankets quaked as he sobbed softly. 

“Sodapop, baby.” His mother whispered softly, her heart grew heavy with sorrow as she sat beside him. “Who hurt you?” 

“N- no one…” The sound of his voice was muffled by his pillow. 

“Honey, I can’t fix this if you don’t tell me what happened. I want to help you, I really do. Come out and show me your beautiful face.” 

“Mum…” He choked, pulling himself up so he could look at her. “I tried so hard, I really did. I tried so hard and I failed, why am I a failure? Why can’t I be like Darry or- or Ponyboy? Why can’t I be like-” 

“Hey now, none of that.” She wrapped her arms around his body and she held him in her arms like she used to when he was just a tiny, little boy that was crying over a scraped knee. “What on Earth is this about?” 

“I got an F” His tears were spilling from his eyes as he shook in Mr’s Curtis’ arms. 

“Sweet heart, is this all over an F? It’s just an F baby, you’ve never been this worked up over one before.”

“You don’t understand.” He placed his head against her chest, her soft heartbeat soothed him like a lullaby. “You don’t understand… I tried this time. I really tried to get an A.”

“Oh darling.” She sighed, her fingers glided through his perfectly greased hair. “I know how upset you are-” 

“I’m dumb, I’m so damn stupid.” 

“Hey. Don’t you dare call yourself those names, do you understand me, you’re not dumb, you’re not stupid, you’re my special little guy, you’re-” 

“I’m nothing like Darry or Ponyboy” He cut her off. “They’re smart, Ponyboy is only 12 and he know’s how to write essays and thesis’, Darry know’s advanced Calculus and he’s going to an Ivy League school, and I’m never going to amount to them, I’m going to be a lazy bum.” 

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to Darry or Ponyboy, you hear? They’re book smart, I know that. But books aren’t everything, I’m glad that they’re able to grasp school, and I’m proud of them both. But I’m proud of you too.” 

“Why would you be proud of me, I’m an idi-” 

“Sodapop Patrick Curtis.” Mrs Curtis wasn’t having his self deprecating attitude any longer, she turned him over on his stomach and she swatted his bottom with as much force as the tiny woman could muster. 

“Ow! You hit me!” He accused, his eyes were wide and clouded with hurt. 

“I merely swatted you, you keep going and you’ll getting a spanking. I don’t care if you’re 15. You’re still my baby.” She wrapped him up in her arms once more. “I am proud of you, every day and I will never stop.” 

“How could you be proud of me?” He asked softly. “I don’t understand.” 

“You mightn’t be book smart, Soda, but you’re definitely not dumb. Books don’t get you everywhere. This world needs more people like you. You’re so creative, you’re the only kid I know who makes blue mash potatoes. You’re so kind, in a world like this one, it’s not something you see every day. You have a heart bigger than this state. You’re the glue that holds this family together, and one day, you’ll find something you’re great at, and you’ll make a career out of that. An F doesn’t make you a failure. I just want you to keep being the boy I love, the boy that I am proud to call my son. I want you to stop seeing yourself as a failure and see yourself through my eyes and your dad’s eyes. We love you. Nothing will ever change that.” 

“I love you mum.” Sodapop said softly, his eyes brimming with tears as he wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“Oh honey, I ain’t ‘dyin for at least another 60 years, you’re stuck with me.” 

Escape: the Bree years

Dedicating this chapter to @thescarlettpeacock who, with her photos and friendship, helped define this storyline.  She’s a talented writer, and a joy to talk to.  Thank you, Scarlett!)


She walked into the National Museum of Scotland with a three month old Bree strapped in her baby carrier.  It was a cold morning in March, and Claire was out for her daily walk.  

The flat felt like a prison lately.

Every day she walked a different route trying to clear her head.  She loved being a mother, but she missed being a doctor.  Somehow that felt traitorous.  The war inside her head was ongoing.  She found that being outside helped.  It also helped to get her body stronger.

Now if only I could find a way to get my mind stronger.  Claire pushed away that dark thought.

Some days she walked to Edinburgh Castle.  The first time she stood there she cried.  Being at the top of the city gave a visual to her feelings.  The loneliness and isolation, the sheer feeling of being overwhelmed was all there in front of her.  The vastness of the city at her feet, with its twists and turns, its unknowns and dark corners.  The view mirrored her mind, and that feeling of being so alone, and responsible for a child.  She had no idea what it meant to be a good mum. She hadn’t a clue if she was doing everything well, or right.  The city spread out like a maze, a clear metaphor for parenting.  Should she make this choice, or another?  Lead Bree this way, or that?  How would she know what was right for her daughter?    

The conflict was never-ending.

Today she sat in the Museum’s Grand Gallery, the glass ceiling above her trying its best to brighten the Atrium from the dull grey light.  She rested her head against the wall and looked up.  Scotland’s weather mirrored her mood. Everything in her life seemed grey.  Food seemed bland.  Her desires were banked.  Everything was such an effort.  So, she tried to combat her listlessness with exercise.  

Claire timed her walks with Bree’s schedule and ended up places where she could discreetly nurse her.  A bench in the corner of the gallery quickly became one of her favourite places.  Brianna  was growing so fast, all rolls, double chins, and bright blue eyes.  This was the only source of Claire’s joy, her daily delight.  Most days it felt like Bree was her only reason for getting up in the morning.  

That’s what scared her.   

Claire tried not to cry with gratitude every time she looked at the baby.  Brianna was alive, and strong, and had the sweetest smile.  

Plus, she adored her Daddy.

Claire wished she felt the same.  

She also wasn’t prepared for the sheer drudgery of early motherhood.  The clutter, laundry, nappie changes, and feedings.  My God, the feedings!  Claire had never sat down so much in her life.  It drove her crazy to have to sit while looking around at everything she had to do.  Trying to keep everything clean, and picked up was becoming a worry.  Everywhere she looked she saw a task, be it folding clothes, cleaning, or putting things away.  Just the thought of Bree finding something to put in her mouth and choke had Claire scrubbing floors at 5:00 in the morning, and vacuuming around the clock.  

Jamie thought she was being ridiculous.  While he never said so, in many ways he wasn’t as careful as she’d asked him to be.  In her corner, discretely draped by a baby blanket she thought of Jamie. He’d gone back to work eventually, and when he got home all he wanted to do was spend time with Bree.  

The first time he dangled his keys in front of her and the baby tried to put them in her mouth, Claire lost it.  She felt bad afterwards for what she’d said to him, but it made her mad that he seemed to have no common sense on the matter. She was a doctor for God’s sake.  She had explained the dangers.  

Claire peeked under the blanket to check on Bree.  The little monkey let go, and looked up at Claire with a sweet, milky smile.  Claire had to laugh.  She really was a delight.  Her only real peace came when they were together.  Mother and daughter.  

Claire shoved down the thoughts that came to the forefront of her mind so often these days.  Thoughts of how it would be so much simpler if it were just her and Bree.


“Sunday for dinner, then?”  Jenny said, poking her head into Jamie’s office for a quick word.

“I’ll let ye know,” Jamie said, looking up briefly.  He gave his sister a strained smile.  

“Jamie,” Jenny stopped, and filled the doorway.  “What’s wrong, brother?”

Jenny crossed her arms over her chest.  He’s hiding something.

“Nothing.  Deadlines.”

Maybe.  That could be it.  “Can I see what ye have so far?”

Jamie straightened from his drafting table, and blew out a long breath.  Finally he nodded, and waggled his fingers to wave her in.  He held up his MacBook to show her what he had completed.  Jenny was impressed.  She smiled as she held it up.  

“Jamie, these are beautiful!”  

“Aye. They’ll do.”  Fraser Distillery was coming out with a new Blended Scotch Whisky, and Jamie was designing everything from the shape of the bottle, to the label and packaging.  

“Here,” he said, and took the MacBook back.  He opened up a new file, and handed it back to Jenny.  Her face softened at the drawings.  Bree asleep.  A sketch of her tiny shell of an ear.  Her little hand curled up on a blanket.  

If there was one thing she knew about her brother it was that he drew in times of great stress.  The sheer number of drawings had her concerned.  She handed Jamie back the computer.  He looked sheepish and shy, but proud at the same time.  “Are ye happy, brother?”

Jamie nodded, then shrugged.  He wouldn’t meet her eyes.  “It’s hard, Jenny.”

“Oh, aye. The hardest thing ye’ll ever do!” She set her hand on his arm.  “But worth it, I promise.”

Jamie said nothing.

“How’s Claire?”

Jamie opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.  He scratched the back of his head, and leaned his elbows on the table.

“Testy.  Sharp-tongued.  Withdrawn sometimes.  And she cleans non-stop.”  His voice held a mixture of confusion, and frustration, tinged with fear.  “Jenny-” he stopped.

She waited patiently for him to continue.  

“Jenny, I dinna ken what’s going on.  I’ve been changing nappies since wee Jamie was born.  One minute she’s fine with how I do it, the next time I’ve done it all wrong.  One minute I’m a savior for getting food from the market, the next I’ve put it away wrong.  How can a man put food away incorrectly?”  He swiveled in his chair and faced his sister, blue eyes stormy.  “It’s daft.  The mood swings are doing my head in!”

Memories flooded through Jenny.  Ah, piuthar mo chridhe.  Her heart broke a little for Claire.  She knew from experience that Jamie couldn’t deal with this.  In fact, if he tried he would only make it worse.

She could help, however.  She could lift both their burdens.  

Despite her mind now planning and working overtime, Jenny turned and walked toward the office door as nonchalantly as possible.  “Aye.  ‘Tis normal.  Tell her I said hello, kiss the bairn for me, and let me know about Sunday, aye?”

Jamie acknowledged her request with a shouted “Aye!” but Jenny was already through the door, and into the hallway.

She returned to her office, shut the door, and picked up the phone.  

It was answered on the third ring.

“Claire!  Glad I caught ye.  Listen, are ye busy this week?  Let’s meet for lunch.”

Photo credit: @thescarlettpeacock 

2

Imagine Dean talking to your baby girl when he thinks you fell asleep.

Read the rest of the series here. This imagine can be read as a stand alone or as a part of the Life Unexpected series: http://bringmesomepie56.tumblr.com/post/142151712590/this-is-a-happy-accident-imagine-series-all-these


You felt Dean’s weight leave the bed. He had gotten up and quietly walked over to the baby’s bassinet. Raising a baby in a bunker wasn’t ideal, but its not like you and Dean had planned for it. One night of passion and throwing caution to the wind, and here the two of you were nine months later. 

What had gone from the two of you sharing Dean’s small room in the bunker had turned into a party of three. Emmary, a combination of your moms’ names Emily and Mary, had been the best thing to happen to you, next to Dean. 

You heard Dean gently pick her up, she was fussing a little bit, and sit down in the corner rocking chair with her. You started to roll over and ask if she needed fed until you heard Dean’s low, soft voice talking to her.

“Hey my sweet Emmary Jane,” he whispered to her in the dark. “Is my baby girl gonna be a night owl like her daddy?” With that question you heard Emmary coo almost in response to Dean’s question. Listening to him to talk to her made your heart sing and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. You lay there listening as Dean continued to talk to her. 

Emmary fussed a little more and Dean started bargaining with her. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s make a deal,” he offered as he rocked her gently. “How about you be okay with Daddy for a little bit tonight, huh? Let your beautiful momma sleep for a little while longer,” he suggested. “Your mom over there,” you felt his eyes look up at you and gaze at you “asleep” on the bed. “She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. Emmary you don’t know how lucky you are that she is your mom.” 

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as Emmary’s cry rose slightly.

“I’ll tell you, you get your sweet stubbornness from her,” he said with a chuckle as he tried to calm her down. “You’re lucky you don’t have your daddy’s looks either. Your momma’s a knockout,” he whispered to her. “When you grow up, you’ll look just like her, so no dating until…” he thought for a moment, “well until ever,” he said decisively. 

You chuckled silently to yourself, trying not to give away the fact that you were listening. 

He continued, “I definitely never expected someone as honest and intelligent and drop dead gorgeous to ever go for an ass like me. And don’t tell her I said ass. That better not be your first word, young lady, I’ll be dead meat.” He laughed.

“You know, you are absolutely beautiful when you sleep,” he said even more quietly. “Just like your momma,” he said. 

You could hear the soft, slow breathing of the baby. You heard Dean get up out of the chair and lay Emmary back in the bassinet. He slowly made his way back to the bed and you felt his weight sink in the mattress as he got back under the quilt and snuggled up close to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, kissing it sweetly. You sighed and turned to look at him, your lips meeting slowly, exploring the familiarity of the each other. He slowly pulled away and looked into your eyes as you smiled up at him. “You heard every word, didn’t you noesy rosey?” he asked with a fake irritated look on his face. The way his smile reached his ears gave him away though. 

“Maybe,” you said before kissing him sweetly. “But trust me when I say, Emmary Jane has plenty of her daddy in her too. When she doesn’t get her food the moment she wants it, that girl has got a mean streak in her. And she is only a few weeks old,” you said with a laugh as you rolled over to face Dean wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you.

“Winchester’s gotta eat, sweetheart. I can’t say I blame her there,” he said with a chuckle. 

You looked up at him and kissed his collarbone trailing up his neck and jawline until you reached his mouth. As your lips connected, Dean’s tongue slowly moved along your bottom lip, parting your lips and immediately exploring your mouth. A groan escaped your throat as the kiss deepened. 

You pulled away and said, “I love you, Dean Winchester.” He kissed the spot below your ear and immediately you felt a current flow through your body. Dean’s hands had found their way under your shirt and were exploring your stomach making their way up your body. Just as his hand had reached your breast, Emmary let out a cry.

Dean threw his head back on the pillow with a sigh, knowing that his playtime was over. 

You gave him a peck on the lips, placing your hands on his chest.“She knew you were about to mess with the goods,” you said suggestively with eyebrows raised. “No one comes between a Winchester and their food,” you added with a wink as you straddled him to get out of the bed. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, pinning you beneath him. He kissed you deeply as Emmary’s cries became more insistent. 

“I better let you go, momma,” he said as he gazed into your eyes. “Or Daddy is gonna pay for it more ways than one,” he said with a laugh. You smiled as you gently pushed him off you. He rolled over wrapping himself in the blanket once more. “Besides, I don’t mind the view from here,”  he said as he watched you get out of bed, slapping you on the ass as you walked away. 

You playfully swatted away his hand and laughed.You were in love with Dean. The two of you had a baby. Dean was a good dad, it came so naturally to him, all those years taking care of Sammy. 

You picked up Emmary and whispered soothingly to her noticing Dean was already snoring. “We are two lucky girls, you know that Emmary? Your Daddy is the bravest, most selfless man I’ve ever known,” you said as you kissed her forehead and sat down to feed her with a sigh.

Life Unexpected Pt. 6 - Not Gonna Happen

While I’m happy with the series, I like to imagine what Harry’s life would have been like if Voldermort was destroyed by Dumbledore long before he went after the Potters (yes I know that’s unrealistic and impossible, but I get bored in class and it’s fun to do!) and Rowling revealed that Lily was pregnant with her and James’ second child when she was killed, I imagine the baby was a Girl which they named Ivy, who was a very sweet and shy girl as well as being a Hufflepuff. Harry was always so proud and protective of his little sister and if anyone bullied her, he dealt with them the “Muggle Way” (fighting) and when he got into Trouble, he just grinned and hugged his sister, telling her he didn’t care cause she was alright. I also ponder the idea that she’d have a lovely relationship with Collin Creevey, which Lily and James adored, as well as being good friends with Ginny, and was over the moon when she and Ginny became sisters-in-law.

Curiosity – Part 5 (M)

Originally posted by ats0shi

Part OnePart TwoPart Three / Part Four / Part Five

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Cam Boy!AU, smut, angst (ooh there be drama in this chapter hehe)

Warnings: oral (female receiving, spanking, intrusion of someones sex life lol

Word Count: 2,502 words

A/N: Lmao, I wrote half of this in class today. I don’t know how I didn’t get caught wow. BUT FINAlly, I uploaded another part whoop whoop. I hope this lives up to expectations of the people who have been waiting a while >.< sorry about the wait!


Jealous?

That wasn’t even close to what you were feeling. You felt used, disappointed, upset, betrayed…the possibilities were endless.

You didn’t understand why Seokjin would ask you to be apart of his cams, but walk into a party a few days later with a random girl on his hips, calling her his so called “girlfriend”. Sure, they looked cute together, but it made you feel used. It was stupid to get your hopes up, there was no way Jin, your best friend, was going to let you fuck him casually for the help of fans in his cams (aye it rhymes).

“You okay? You’ve been staring at her for a while,” Jungkook pointed out as he came and grabbed a seat beside you, referring to Seokjin’s girlfriend.

“She’s stunning.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“There’s no point in lying when it’s so obvious. I swear, everyone knows about your crush on Jin hyung. Apart from him…he’s an idiot.” Jungkook took a sip from the red cup in his hands, hissing slightly at the burning sensation that was felt in his throat afterwards.

“It’s not a crush, don’t make me sound like a teenaged girl,” you huffed, the alcohol starting to catch up to you.

You saw Jin’s girlfriend (What was her name again? Jei? Jia? Frankly, you couldn’t care at that exact moment) giggle and press her lips against his. The ones that were on yours only a few days ago. You tried not to let it show how much it infuriated you, but on the inside you were screaming.

You took a big gulp of the drink that was in your cup, finishing it all and throwing it to the side somewhere, not caring if someone was going to have to clean it up later on. It wasn’t your place anyway.

“Come on Kook, dance with me,” you reached out to grab his hand, taking him by surprise and pulling him into the middle of the room where everyone was practically grinding on one another. You didn’t think of Jungkook as a toy, but right now you just needed Jin’s eyes on you, not his girlfriend. Make him horny and possibly jealous? Seems easy enough.

Maybe you were just a little too drunk, maybe just a little too horny, or maybe just a little too mad, but you didn’t plan on grinding down onto Jungkook so much you would send the child off with a boner that was straining against his tight jeans. Now you were alone and there was no point in staying around anymore. Perhaps you should have just left when you saw Jin walk in with another girl. At least then you would have Jungkook as a friend to keep you company.


You sighed as you walked back into your apartment later on that night, getting out your phone and texting Jungkook you had gotten home alright. Taking off your heels, you slumped down on the couch not giving a crap about taking the makeup off your face or changing out of the tight dress you wore that night.

You were glad you had left

The constant image of Seokjin sucking off whatever-her-name-was’ face was imbedded in your mind. It made you mad, made you sick, disgusted. But it wouldn’t leave. Never did you expect a person like him to be a (lowkey) porn star or to ask his best friend to be involved in one of his videos. You didn’t take him for someone who would play with someone’s feelings like he did to you.

A notification from your phone tore your mind away from the images in your head. You sat up and grabbed your phone from from your purse. Pressing your thumb against the home button, you opened it up to her message.

What the fuck is this!? When did this happen!

You opened the photo and to your disappointment, it was a slightly blurry photo of a half naked Seokjin and his girlfriend. You clicked out of the picture, not wanting to see that at all.

He’s doing a freaking live with a random chick and it’s not you?

What the hell? When did this happen? Who is she?

I can see you reading these messages Y/N…

You didn’t feel like responding to her and explaining why you were a broken mess over the fact Seokjin had gotten himself someone else to pleasure his sexual needs. That’s probably all he saw you as, a toy to fuck when he was horny and then thrown away if he found someone better…which he did by the looks of it.

You tried to ignore the fact he was doing another live, you really did, but you were stupid. Too curious. Opening your laptop, you typed in the link that you had memorised, clicking on the video that had a small ‘live’ button at the bottom of it.


A horrible idea? That’s what this was. This was basically you spying into their sex life, but then again, their sex life was being broadcasted in a way. You wondered how she had even said yes to all this when it had only been about a week since they started seeing each other.

It seemed like forever until the video loaded, a slightly blurred out image of the two appearing on your laptop screen. They were practically almost naked, only Jin’s boxers remained and his girlfriend’s bra and panties. But in a matter of moments, even her bra was removed but not a second passed until Jin’s lips were wrapped around her perky nipples but for some reason, you weren’t able to take your eyes off the screen (even though you knew how much it would hurt you).

Jin’s girlfriend moaned a little at his touch when his fingers rubbed her mound over her wet panties, a small ‘pop’ sound echoing as he moved his mouth off one of her nipples. He glanced up at her and you didn’t miss the smirk he shot up at her.

“Lay back babe,” Seokjin’s voice came out low and husky, turning you on even in this fucked up situation. She obliged, letting her back lay against his soft bed sheets that you remembered from the last time you were at his.

Jin placed fluttery kisses to her smooth thighs. Self consciousness was starting to kick in for you. You can’t blame him for choosing her, she was stunning. She was slim but curvy in the right places. She was beautiful…a handsome man and a beautiful women together. That’s why he went with her, not you. It made sense.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to even notice that Jin’s plump lips were wrapped around her clit, sucking gently whilst rolling his tongue around it every now and then. It had her arching off the bed as her hands came down to grip at his fading blonde locks. You remembered the night he had done it to you, you remembered the feeling, how good he had made you feel. The rolls of his tongue and the contrast with his teeth as he gently clamped his teeth around it, not enough to hurt you but just the right amount to have you lose your words.

“F-Fuck, Jin…” she moaned out, using her hands to press his face into her pussy even more if possible. It only made him chuckle and let out a strangled groan as she pulled his hair just a little too hard. That had sent all the self control you had out the door. That little groan from Seokjin is what made you die a little on the inside.

At this point you couldn’t even care. You lost your self control and your hand slipped in between your panties, lightly pressing your finger against your clit, sighing at the almost sudden pleasure it gave you.

“Mm, you taste so sweet baby. You wanna cum for me? Around my fingers as they pump into you, yeah?” God how you had missed his dirty talk, you were a sucker for it. You and the girl on screen let out moans at the same time, the only difference was she was actually experiencing Seokjin’s expertise, not thinking about them like you were doing.

“Fuck, y-yes.” Her upper body arched off the bed and she bit her bottom lip as Jin’s fingers eased themselves inside her walls, fingers falling from his hair and gripping the bedsheets instead.

“Shit, you’re so tight babe. I can’t wait to stretch your tight little pussy out with my cock soon,” he only smirked up at her. Jin’s vulgar words made her go a bright shade of red. You were a mess at home. Your fingers were soaked with your juices watching the scene play out in front of you.

One of Seokjin’s hands came to hold her thighs apart as his other hand was occupied with your hole, pumping in and out without a break or without slowing down. He could feel her walls clench around his two fingers which only made him chuckle.

“Close so soon baby?” She only whimpered back, a little embarrassed he was going to make her cum so quick, but he was good with his fingers, no- he was great, amazing in fact. His lips came to wrap around her pea sized bud again. Jin wasn’t able to hold back on rocking his hips against the bed, groaning lowly at the friction that his hard cock was getting. That’s what you needed to hear. His groaning was more of a turn on for you than you would have liked to admit.

“J-Jin, I’m- I’m gonna cum, fuck,” she struggled in getting out any words that made sense, voice slightly hoarse.

“C’mon baby, cum for me, let go.” That’s all it took for her walls to pulse and clench around his fingers, orgasm flowing throughout her body as she moaned out his name like a mantra. Jin didn’t remove his fingers from her heat or his mouth away from her clit until she was weakly pushing him away as oversensitivity started to kick in.

“Open your mouth,” he said, removing his glistening fingers from her with a lewd noise (which made her flush red once again) and holding them up to her mouth. She opened it, taking in his fingers into her mouth as well as rolling her tongue to gather her own juices.

“You taste sweet, don’t you baby girl?” He questioned to which she nodded, a low whine leaving her lips as he pulled her fingers away from her mouth. “On your hands and knees.”

She got into the position, Jin’s hand coming down across her ass making the smooth skin go a shade of light pink. She gasped in shock, but he kisses her cheek afterwards, a soothing action after his rough one.

Seokjin moved back and slipped off his boxers, a low hiss escaping him as the cold air hit his erection. His hand came to wrap around it. He groaned as his hand moved across his dick before he moved behind his girlfriend again. Jin rubbed the head of his dick against her folds, wanting to make her beg before he took away her ability to form coherent words (he’s a tad cocky isn’t he).

“Jin, p-please…”

“Beg for it baby. Come on, beg for my cock.”

“Shit, Jin please. Pl-Please fuck me already, I want y-you to fill me with your cum, please.” Her voice came out needy and high pitched, the way he was rubbing his dick against her folds and her clit made her want the real thing, and fast.

Seokjin chuckled lowly before guiding his dick into her slick heat, instantly groaning at the tightness that enveloped it.

God, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, stilling inside her as he let her adjust for a few moments before he pulled back until his tip remained inside her. He slammed his hips back into her ass, not going slow from the beginning. Skin slapping, moans and low groans were filling the room. His girlfriend wasn’t able to hold herself up, not when Jin was fucking her this good, so her upper body fell into the pillows.

At this point, your head was tossed back, two fingers buried deep inside your heat as your thumb rubbed against your clit. You weren’t concentrating on what was happening on the laptop screen, instead you drowning out the moans of his girlfriend and were focusing on Seokjin’s low grunts and moans that were falling from his swollen pink lips.

“Look at you baby,” he bought his hand down to her ass again, making it flush a shade of pink. “Your cunt is taking my cock so well, so pretty. You’re making my cock so wet babe,” he grunted out. So pretty? It was a lie. His girlfriend wasn’t the prettiest girl in his eyes. He wasn’t thinking about her as  his cock was buried deep inside her. He wasn’t thinking of her when he ate her out.

Jin was thinking of you.

It was wrong, he knew that. But no one was as beautiful as you were to him. No one was more down to earth, no one was more dorky and lovable and cute as you were to him. The only reason he had even gotten hard, was at the thought of you being on your knees taking him into your pretty little mouth. He was imagining it was your pussy that he was pounding, not his girlfriends. It didn’t compare to yours.

Jin let his thoughts run wild at the thought of you. It didn’t take long before he felt himself starting to reach his peak and felt her walls clench around him again.

“You wanna cum again? So fucking greedy,” he muttered, grabbing a hold of her hips with one hand as the other slipped around to her clit, drawing figure eights on it. “C’mon baby, cum for me again. Cum around my cock like the good little girl you are.”

The second he felt her orgasm rush over her, Jin came as well, tossing his head back with a groan at how her walls were clenching around his cock. It was only a few moments after Jin reached his peak that you reached yours, letting out a broken moan of Seokjin’s name as you did.

Seokjin rode out both his and his girlfriends highs, stilling after a little and trying to regain his breath before he slipped out of her and shooting a tired smile to the camera before shutting it off and going back to clean himself and her up.

You on the other hand sat there, catching your breath but still not believing you came while Jin was fucking his girlfriend. You needed to say something to him about this messed up situation that’s for sure. But you thought it was nice to go to sleep for the time being, especially after all that had happened that night.


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This one goes either for Modern Glasgow or FMM- Claire talking Faith/Brianna about their future sibling.

Flood my Mornings:  All Fat

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

February 1, 1951

“Mama?” 

“Yes, lovey?” I said absently, absorbed in making careful notes on my genetics chapter for the evening.

“Come’s-yr belly’s all fat?”

My punnett square became a punnett scratch as I spluttered out a laugh. I turned from the rolltop, beaming through my mock indignation. “Are you calling your Mummy ‘fat’?” 

“Uh huh!” Bree said from beside the desk as she eyed the item in question with a sort of reverent disgust. I turned toward the sofa to share a look with Jamie that was at first only a fond grin but then an identical, mutual question. 

At just past fourteen weeks (in the second trimester at last!), I WAS sporting a very noticeable bump. We’d told Penelope and our work friends, drinking in the joy and congratulations, but we’d not managed to find the right way or time to explain it to our daughter. 

My biggest worry was that Brianna might not yet be old enough to understand the concept of pregnancy in any real way. We’d talked about a number of possibilities by way of illustration. Jamie, for instance, had been in favor of having her think back to the time she met that pregnant horse back in October; but then, I’d objected, would she think there was a baby HORSE growing inside me??

There was also the less nightmarish concern of sibling jealousy. Bree had been the indisputable center of adult attention her entire life, nor was she shy over speaking up when she found her audience’s devotion to be lacking. How might she react to the news that an unbidden interloper was soon to come and take a half-share of her spotlight? 

“How come’s, Mama?” Bree demanded again, poking my belly with an insistent finger. 

Jamie gave a game sort of shrug and a tentative, eager smile, which I gave him back as I felt the excitement of the impending newsflash.

“Come over here, sweetheart,” I bade her, walking over to sit beside Jamie on the sofa, muttering a rueful, “…fat, indeed…” 

“Plump and sweet as a wee dumpling,” Jamie whispered with a grin, pulling me close and nuzzling kisses around my ear. 

 “What, Mama?” my little gymnast insisted, swinging both legs between my knees, braced on her hands. 

“Well, sweetie…”I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “My belly is bigger,” I said slowly, squeezing Jamie’s hand, “because there’s a baby growing inside.

She halted her swinging at once, stared at me blankly for a moment, then wrinkled up her face with an oh-so-eloquent, “Huh?”

Oh, boy. 

“Remember how we talked about that you were once a tiny baby in Mum’s tummy?”

“Uh-huhhhh….”

“Well…” I said, placing her hand against my belly, “now, there’s a new baby in Mum’s tummy.”

She looked from my face, to Jamie’s, to the belly, and back. “IN there?”

“That’s right!”

“But…” She scrunched up her face in disbelief, “…why??”

Jamie and I both snorted a laugh, but Jamie came in for the assist. “Bree, a chuisle, it means you’re going to have a wee brother or sister.

Her face changed in an instant. “For REALLY??”

“Aye, lass,“ he laughed, “for really.”

She put both hands on her cheeks and whispered, “ohmygosh.” And after that, she just went pink and wordless.

I nudged her with my knee. “Well? Are you happy about the new baby, Bree?”

In answer, she clambered up between us and curled her arms around the bump in a clumsy hug.

“Ohhh, lovey-dove,” I half-laughed and half choked out, “that makes…that makes me the happy one.”  

“Now, the bairn has to grow and sleep in Mama’s belly for a long time,” Jamie said suddenly, a few steps ahead and deftly preventing a possible meltdown, “but before your next birthday, God willing, we’ll have the new bairn wi’ us.”

“I c’n have your—my’birdday NOW, Daddy!” she offered enthusiastically, popping up her head with eyes wild with glee.

“Nay, mo chridhe. Your wee brother or sister is too small to be born, yet. We have to wait together for the proper time, aye?”

Bree nodded soberly and settled back against me, whispering, “Brumthersissser… stay'sleep, m'okay?”

We laughed, and I began to wipe away tears, absolutely blown away by Bree’s tenderness toward her promised sibling…until she glared up at us with a reproachful, spitty SHHHHHH. “Dinna wake ‘um UP!”

Jamie curled his arms around us all and kissed Bree to soothe her ire. “Wouldna dream of it, wee cub. We’ll all be quiet so the bairnie can sleep.” 

“Yeah, quiiiiet…” Bree whispered, sounding thrilled with her new responsibility as baby advocate.

Jamie laid his head on my shoulder, warm, and heavy and him. He squeezed me tight. I love you.

I felt moisture seep from my cheek into his hair as I leaned against him. I love you, too.



Baby's First Father's Day [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So I’m posting this pretty late and I’m disappointed I couldn‘t get it out earlier but I had to work today. Sadly. But anyway, here is the next part to my Jay Family Fic ‘series’ and a Father’s Day Special. Hope you guys love it! <3

Now and Always - Easter Bunny 

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You and Jason were fast asleep this morning. Sleeping on your back as he had a hand on your protruding belly in a protective manner. After Easter last year, you and Jason had finally acted on that promise. You were ready to pop any day now, and honestly, that day couldn’t come soon enough. The pregnancy with Addilyn was pretty easy for a first one, but this one. Damn. So much morning sickness, and so many strange cravings.

Though this pregnancy was different in another way too. You and Jason decided to wait for the gender to make it a surprise. Though, you had a suspicion that Jason really wanted a boy. However, sleep and thoughts about the baby would have to wait because you both were woken up when a certain three year-old jumped on the both of you. Or more Jason.

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DADDY!” Addilyn squealed as she hugged him. Her raven black locks array from sleep, but her blue eyes were bright and alert. You both chuckled as she giggled. “Thank you sweetie. Be careful though okay.” Jason smiled, referring to your belly. She smiled and crawled over to you. Giving you a kiss then giving your stomach a kiss. It was a tradition she started in the mornings. “Good morning baby” she whispered softly to your belly.

Jason smiled at you before leaning over and placing a kiss on your lips. “Morning doll.” He grinned while pulling away. You hummed contently, “Happy Father’s Day Jay.” Addilyn giggled at your choice of words, “Mommy rhymed.

Still grinning Jason scooped her in his arms. “Want to help me make breakfast?” She nodded vigorously as they left the room. Jason shooting you a wink before moving out of sight. Slowly sitting up while holding your baby bump. “You really don’t make things easy.” You talked to your own stomach while swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

Rubbing your stomach a slight kick could be felt. “Of course you’re a fighter, just like your father.” Mumbling while pushing yourself up. Standing up a sharp pain ran through your abdomen. “Shit!” groaning to yourself. Gripping your stomach as you felt something wet. “Dammit” cursing at the pain and sitting back down on the bed. You knew it was coming soon because you had felt the mild contractions, but now? Looking to see the puddle of water on the floor. “JASON!” yelling for him though another shot of pain ran through you again.

“Fuck” you whispered. “JASON!” Yelling for him again. His footfalls could be heard rushing into the room. Swinging around the door frame he was met with the sight of you gripping your stomach and the pool of water on the floor. “M-my water, agh!” Feeling another contraction cut off that sentence

Addilyn ran into the room to see Jason grabbing the bag you had ready from the closet. Along with you hunched over in pain. “Mommy?” She asked worried. “Mommy what’s wrong?”

You smiled at her concern and Jason ran over, helping you stand. “Mommy’s gonna be okay peanut. Can you get my phone honey?” Addilyn nodded before running to the bedside table and grabbing his phone, she ran back to him and handed it to him. Dialing the phone he tucked it between his ear and shoulder before helping you up.

“Hello Master Jason, Happy Father’s Day” The voice on the other end greeted. “Alfred” Jason breathed out, “I need you or someone to meet me at the hospital. [F/n] just went into labor and we need someone to watch Addie.” Jason explained as he helped you out of the apartment, Addilyn clutching to your other hand.

“Oh dear. I will meet you there.” Alfred said surprised. “Thank you Alfred.”

Hanging up the phone he grabbed his car keys. Quickly he helped you into the elevator and to the car. “Jay I’ve done this before” You chuckled, “Take care of Addie, I can get myself in the car.” He sighed before nodding, throwing the bag in the backseat he picked up Addilyn. Getting her in her car seat he got in the driver seat.

You controlled your breathing as he drove, trying to get there as quickly as possible. As soon as he pulled up to the emergency room a bunch of nurses and a doctor ran over. Alfred had beaten you there.

They whisked you away the moment you got out. “Mommy! Daddy!” Addilyn yelled and tried to go after you but she was stopped. Turning she saw her grandpa standing there, “Papa Bruce, is Mommy gonna be ok?” Asking as he lifted her into his arms. Bruce nodded, “Yeah, she’s going to be fine. Your aunts and uncles are on their way.” Bruce smiled and Addilyn’s features brightened.

You were being prepped to have the baby. The labor process is a long one, remembering Addilyn’s. The nurses were checking your blood pressure and giving you an IV. Jason was by your side the entire time. Everything was going as the doctors planned, it had been a few hours since you had gotten there.

“Jay” catching his attention from talking to one of the nurses about when the baby would actually be born. He came to your side, “Will you go check on Addie please?” Jason smiled and nodded before kissing your forehead.

Going out to the waiting room Addie was coloring while sitting on Dick’s lap. Looking up she spotted her father. “Daddy!” She cheered while jumping off Dick’s lap and running to Jason. “Hey sweet-pea”

“Is Mommy ok?” She asked worried. Jason nodded, “She’s just fine the doctors are taking very good care of her.” Addilyn beamed, “Can I see Mommy?”

“Oh not yet sweetheart, just a little bit longer. Do you want to show me what you were just coloring?” Jason looked at the paper she had dropped. She smiled and showed it to him, it was a big heart with little hearts surrounding it, all in different colors. “It’s for Mommy” She grinned while hugging the picture, “And the new baby” she added. Jason smiled and kissed her forehead, “She will love it.”

“But Daddy, I drew one for you too.” She giggled before running over to Steph who was holding it. Showing it to Jason she grinned, “It’s you and mommy and me and the new baby” pointing to each figure in the picture. “It’s beautiful sweetheart.” Jason smiled while taking it from her

Though as he began to make conversation with his family one of the nurses rushed over to him. “Mr. Todd!” Jason turned around, “It’s happening, the baby’s coming.” Jason’s eyes widened as he ran back to the room. The nurse handed him scrubs to put on over his clothes and he ran to your side. Taking your hand. “It’s alright baby, I’m here.” He whispered while kissing your forehead.

“Are you ready?” The doctor asked and you nodded.

Addilyn was clinging to Dick, worried at the way Jason had ran back into the room. “Uncle Dick, I’m scared.” She whispered. “What’s wrong Addie?”

“Why did Daddy have to run back in there?” She looked up at him and Dick could see she was actually really scared by the look of her eyes, and the sniffle she let out. “She’s okay sweetie, they’re just getting your new baby brother or sister.” He smiled down at her. Her expression brightened, “Really?!” she exclaimed. He nodded, “How about you finish your picture while we wait?” Gesturing to the unfinished drawing on the table. She smiled and hopped down to finish it.


After about two hours, it was finally finished. You had brought a beautiful baby boy into the world. Jason was smiling and had his arm wrapped around you as you held the baby. Still exhausted from the strenuous event. Looking at him with tears in your eyes you noticed some pooling in his. “He’s your carbon copy.”

Jason shook his head, “No he has your nose.”

The nurses came to your side to take the baby and weigh him. Though you felt exhausted as you leaned against Jason. Before you knew it they had him weighed along with his hand and foot prints taken. “Have you chosen a name?” the nurse asked as she brought him back over to you. Smiling you happily took the swaddled newborn.

Jason nodded, “Ashton Bruce Todd.”

The nurse smiled before writing it down. “I will go get your visitors.” Thanking her you and Jason turned back to Aston. Though this time his eyes were open showing sky blue eyes. “Jay look, he has your eyes, just like Addie.”

Jason wiped his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips. “Want to hold him Jay?” He grinned before taking the newborn from your arms. “Hey buddy” Jason said as his eyes locked on his father, a smile forming on his features. Though within minutes there was a knock on the door.

Jason handed the baby back to you before going to open the door, and in came Addie with Dick, Alfred, and Bruce. She stood hesitant, staring at you in the bed. “Want to meet your brother?” Jason asked.

She nodded slowly before he picked her up and carrying her over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, “Addilyn, this is Ashton” She smiled before crawling next to you. “Hi Ashton, I’m your big sister. My names Addilyn but you can call me Addie.” Her voice was soft and sweet as she stared at the newborn. The gesture made you and Jason smile ear to ear again, not that your smiles ever faded.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked while looking at her. She nodded nervously, settling between you and Jason. Carefully she held him, Jason helping her. Giggling at the way he looked up at her. Dick had gone out to get the rest of his family, though Bruce looked at some of the papers sitting in the room. “Ashton Bruce Todd?” He asked looking up at both you and Jason.

Smiling you nodded, “Addie how about we let Papa Bruce hold him?” Addie nodded before Jason took Ashton and carried him over to Bruce. Alfred smiled at the sight, pulling out a camera. Jason placed Ashton in Bruce’s arms, “Happy Father’s Day Bruce.” Bruce met Jason’s eyes before wrapping an arm around him. Jason was caught off guard for a moment but reciprocated it.

Addilyn jumped down from the bed and ran to where Bruce was holding him. Jason smiled and left the two to rejoin your side. The rest of the family soon entered the room. Dick and Steph were gleeful, Tim and Babs were trying to contain the two, Cass was helping Alfred take pictures, and Damian was standing next to Bruce observing the baby.

Jason wrapped an arm around you and kissed your head. You loved this, having everyone here, not to mention your family was on their way to Gotham as well. Though you felt extremely tired and just wanted to rest and eat something. After everyone got their turns with the baby they understood you were exhausted and said their goodbyes. Though Addilyn refused to leave.

Letting her stay, she laid with you in the bed as Jason held your son in the chair next to the bed. He watched as she explained her picture to you, a yawn escaping her throat as she snuggled next to you. Setting the drawing on the tray-table as she began to fall asleep.

You looked up at Jason to see him smiling down at his son who was fast asleep. When he looked up at you, his grin widened to see you watching him. Your arms wrapped around your daughter. Nodding your head for him to join you on the bed, he got up slowly and sat beside you. Your son cradled in his arms. Smiling you looked from Addie to Ashton, “We sure do make some beautiful kids.” Chuckling Jason agreed, “They get it from their mother.” Replying as he leaned to kiss you.

“I don’t know their dad’s pretty hot too.” Jason smiled before kissing you again. Opening your eyes, you stared deep in his blue hues. “I love you Jason, Happy Father’s Day.”

He beamed before brushing his nose against yours, “I love you too [F/n]. I couldn’t ask for a better Father’s Day gift.”

Don’t call me baby face!

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 5.402

Warnings: smut (oral sex (male receiving), explicit language), swearing, angst, fluff, wrap it before you tap it!

A/N: This based on a cute request of an anon! I hope the anon likes it and of couse all of you!

Request: Hey love!!! Absolutely love your writing!!! I have a request if that’s ok! Can you write something where there’s a new recruit and she feels inadequate because everyone except Bucky calls her ‘baby face’ and they tease her (jokingly) about how short and adorable she is and Bucky falls into peer pressure and starts calling her that too (which hurts her cuz she likes him) so one day for a party, she dresses up really sexy and Bucky gets all hot n bothered and they end up forking?? 😆


You were short. Alright, no big deal but there was one problem. You were an Avenger. And not only that, you were the new recruit, too. All that together results in one annoying thing, everyone called you ‘cute’, ‘shorty’, adorable’, ‘sweet’ and the most worst thing: ‘baby face’. You hate it! You really hate all the nicknames. You were always this little, cute girl, your whole life, but you always wanted to be the sexy girl, too. The one girl every man looks at when she enters the room.

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