yes i like her nose this much

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

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L-Corp stands tall and bright, not quite looming overhead, but there’s no mistaking it. Usually when Kara flies over at this time of night, only a few lights are left on, but now it’s a beacon against the stars.

There’s a faint heartbeat in her ears, steady and sure, and Kara follows it as she steps through the doors. The guards barely offer her a glance anymore, waving her through after she steps through the detector. 

Her back aches, and her shoulders protest as her arms hang by her sides. She needs to go home and curl up under the blankets, hide away from whatever is her fate at the hands of Snapper in the morning.

She wants to go see Lena. So she does.

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Before I Loved You || Peter Parker x Reader [Part 1]

Request: “Reader has been friends with Peter since before his parents died, making them childhood friends. She’s loved him for as long as she can remember and has always been there for him through thick and thin. But he starts to become distant with the whole hero thing, making her feel like she isn’t worth it anymore to him. After she sees him and Liz kiss at homecoming, she moves on to date someone but doesn’t realize Peter was actually going to tell her his secrets and ask her out.” -By Tumblr Anon

Title: Before I Loved You
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader!
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Fluff, language, shy-stammering/blushing Peter Parker. Slight se.xual situations/dialogue. Angst? Future Homecoming Spoilers.
A/N: Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Wow I posted finally~ I really hope it came out I didn’t edit this one much. Thank you for reading ♡

This may become a 3-4 part series because it is pretty long, and I don’t usually go over 3k words with oneshots.


The day you and Peter met, all started down by the lazy river at the waterpark; a school field trip provided by Midtowns elementary and middle schools. He was the first to come up to you complimenting your Captain America hat, which lead onto a fangirling conversation between you.

“She your little girlfriend now? Look at this~ Puny Parker’s got a girlfriend!” Your moment was ruined though, of course, when some older kid came from behind Peter, just pushing him around, then flicking your hat off into the water“That’s enough!

When you had, had enough you pushed them into the pools river, satisfied they couldn’t get out because of the pools flow. After that, you had offered Peter your favorite gummy eraser of Iron Man to help cheer him up. And from then on, the two of you became good friends.


During the Stark Expo, you had gone with Peter and his parents. But everyone got separated when it ended up in crisis. Much to your surprise, when you had finally found Peter, he stood in front of one of the killer robots with the biggest toothy grin you had ever seen on him. Peter had told you he saw Iron Man, and of course you believed him.

“I stuck out my hand towards the robot?! And then it started pointing its gun at me, then out of nowhere, Iron Man takes it down from behind me! A-and, I was like Woahhhh! And then, then he was like… “Nice work kid.” That’s what he told me, Y/N, it was the coolest thing ever!”


You were Peter’s first kiss, and him yours. It was an accident of course. But when you two were in your last years of middle school, you had gone to a pool party, and the two of you were splashing waves at the other, just having a good time until he decided to try and impress you by jumping off the tall diving board… But ended up doing the world’s worst belly flop.

When he never came up you panicked and swam towards him while everyone laughed, only for him to pull you under. You guys laughed underwater until someone pushed your heads together purposely, making you share your first kiss. And that’s when you knew, you always loved him.

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anonymous asked:

Oh sorry! That was insensitive of me to assume. But I'd love to hear the features of the foxes that you picture

oh my god don’t even worry about it, how many people are you going to ask “what do you think this character’s face looks like” and get the response “i presume they…have one” lmao. ANYWAY, this is about to get weird:

  • MATT: super tall and walks a tiny bit duck-footed. he bends down to talk to short people (kids. also, neil). has giant hands that he uses to illustrate his point when he talks. pleasant voice, not as low as you’d expect from such a big guy, and speaks with a bit of a new york accent. wears expensive aftershave that smells bright and fresh because he prefers it to the heavy, complex scents his father favours. laughs all the time from his belly, throws his head back when he does so his teeth show bright white against his skin.
  • AARON: wears khakis probably. maybe polo shirts occasionally? boy is kind of about pretending to be from a nicer background than he really is, but generally prefers ugly band tees when he isn’t trying to impress people. short (obviously), slimmer than his brother but still stocky. lots of fine bright gold body hair that curls on his arms and legs. actually styles his hair, with gel and a comb - it’s too long for spikes, but he likes it neat and out of his face. crosses his arms all the time, which makes him look very defensive. which he is, so. deep voice, permanently bored-sounding unless he’s furious or talking to katelyn
  • DAN: super short hair with a really tight curl. she has really amazing luminous brown skin with stretch marks that she doesn’t care about hiding. wears a lot of ¾ running tights and singlet tops to show off the incredible muscle definition of her shoulders (probably not intentional, but it works). average height for a woman. stands like she owns the earth under her feet. loves to wear colours - yellows, greens, soft pinks, etc. knows how to pitch her voice to be heard, so you always recognise her by it when she calls your name
  • ALLISON: tall for a lady, strides everywhere like she should be on a catwalk in ridiculous shoes thanks to the fact that she used to do exactly that. long dark blonde hair that she wears straightened perfectly down her back like a veil. sometimes she puts it into big loose waves too, for ‘casual’ days. wears complex, dramatic scents as her perfume, which works for her even in class (she’s the girl who smells good, according to her classmates). really direct stare - will look long enough into your eyes to make you uncomfortable. stands with her hands on her hips and her feet planted because she read once that it creates a ‘superhero’ effect on your psyche or something. in reality, it just makes her look intimidating, which is fine by her
  • NICKY: swoopy hair! like, dark brown and falls in floppy curls, which he kind of tries to style but mostly leaves (erik once told him it suits him like it is, so). nearly six foot and quite lanky with it. a very kinetic person who you would recognise at 100 paces by his body language - he speaks with his hands, whip quick. talks quickly but not necessary loudly. shuts down and curls inwards when he’s upset. naturally physical, will rest a hand on you without thinking about it, but thinks about it more now after everything with his cousins. flips his hair out of his eyes all the time and has a distinctive twist of his neck and jaw because of it
  • KEVIN: tall. looks like a dick. arrogant tilt of his jaw like he wants to glare down his nose at you. swaggery athlete’s walk. mobile but naturally downturned mouth, sometimes makes him look kind of sulky. half-samoan, courtesy of his father (!!) so darker skinned but probably obsesses about sunscreen anyway in case he wrinkles. very clean-cut in a way that aaron wants to be, hair always carefully groomed and paired with neat clothes. probably mostly wears athletic gear though. broad shoulders, narrow waist, quiet tenor voice, doesn’t blink enough when he looks at you which is only interesting to weird obsessive exy players (most people find it a little too intense)
  • RENEE: the shortest of the girls (5′3″, round about). doesn’t show much skin, but has a smattering of freckles across her face. always smiling. curvy build, broad-hipped but matched with slim, toned legs from cardio. conservative clothes in simple colours. naturally dark-haired, and her roots sometimes show through when she’s too busy to redo her hair. prone to patient silence and stillness, but fiddles with the cross at her throat when she’s anxious or pensive. speaks softly, has a smooth and measured alto voice, the melodic kind you can imagine singing a hymn or lullaby. wears a light floral perfume at her throat and wrists
  • ANDREW: pale green-and-gold eyes, heavy-lidded with disinterest. built like a small tank. preternaturally still when he stops and yet walks everywhere with purpose. light on his feet. doesn’t give a shit about his hair on a daily basis, but doesn’t like it too long so wears it short and messy. it’s medium blonde, was probably white-blonde when he was a little kid. crosses his arms, somehow manages to look threatening - unlike his brother. deep flat voice that you can’t help but listen to because of the deliberate way he speaks. smells like cigarette smoke, sometimes sweat, and the cheap citrus body wash/shampoo shit he buys which is pervasive and kind of weird on him
  • NEIL: his scars are the first thing you notice about him. all lean muscle, narrow shoulders and hips with a long fine neck. sharp fox-jawed face that isn’t masked by his way-overgrown hair. freckles everywhere. hooks a finger into the opposite edge of the bands he wears on his forearms when he thinks. a graceful but efficient mover. gestures when he talks but hasn’t noticed, and it works well for him because people listen. plush mouth that sometimes gives away what he’s thinking even when the rest of him is unreadable. has inherited some of kevin’s dickish stance thanks to overexposure. smells a lot like andrew, because of shared smoke breaks and also sharing body wash
We Are Young: Chapter 7

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“You sure you’re okay?” 

“Fuck off asking me that. Or I’ll slam your face into the lockers.”

Dorian held his hands up, weaving in and out of the students crowding the hallway. He wanted to push the subject more, to find out how he could help her even in the slightest way. But he knew Manon. She would actually throw him against the lockers if he asked her that question one more time.

Class has just ended, so the hallways were packed with students as they caught up with friends or made their way to their lockers. Manon and Dorian had just got out of French class themselves when he offered to walk her to her locker.

Truthfully, he was worried about her. He didn’t know what it was, but that was just something about Manon that seemed off. There was an underlying emotion that clouded her eyes, sometime Dorian couldn’t place. Plus, she was being… harsher than normal.

He had a feeling that something happened at the party, because something always happened at parties. But he knew Manon wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. The only way he was going to know what had happened was if she told him. And by the looks of it, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

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Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.

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“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”

“You…”

“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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Mini Aaliyah

Dad!Shawn and Brother!Shawn. Honestly super excited about this one.

It’s been a long, agonizing 14 hours. 

But she’s here. You’re babygirl you have been waiting nine months to meet is here. 

But there was a small issue, you had lost too much blood and were being checked on. So you haven’t met her yet.

“I’m staying with you.” Shawn says holding eye contact.

“No Shawn, go with her.” You say shaking your head.

“No, I’ll meet her when you meet her.” He says holding your hand tighter.

“Shawn, I’m okay. Be with her.” 

“No Y/n, I need to make sure you are okay.” He says, voice shaking.

“Shawn,” You sigh.

“Fight me on it if you want but I’m staying with you. She has to go to the nursery anyway.” He argues.

“I hate how stubborn you are.” You close your eyes, leaning your head back. 

“I love you too.” He smirks kissing your forehead.

*

Finally you get to meet her, you’ve gone through your check ups and you are fine. 

“Are you ready?” The nurse asks, rolling her in.

“So ready.” You smile at her. She smiles and picks her up, adjusting her pink blanket. 

“Look at that hair.” Shawn says as shes handed to you. 

He’s right, her hair is covered in brown curls. They mimic Shawn’s, she looks so much like him. 

“Explains the heart burn.” You whisper as she is set in your arms. 

“She looks so much like Aaliyah.” He tears up. You look up at him, smiling at how he stares at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. 

“She looks like you.” You say looking back at your babygirl.

“Ohh look she’s opening her eyes.” He says sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Oh my god, another set of brown eyes I’m gonna have to fight off.” You laugh quietly.

“I really hope she got your brains.” He says combing her hair softly, like he barely even touches her. Almost as if he does then she’ll break in his hands.

“Here, hold her.”

“No you got her.”

“Shawn, hold your daughter.” You giggle. He looks at you with a scared look.

You move and set her into his arms.

“Support the head.” You whisper, just reminding him. 

“She’s so small, like is she supposed to be this small?” He says staring at you with wide eyes.

“Yes Shawn, she is actually pretty big.” You say staring at her. 

You can’t help but stare at her. She looks so much like her dad, it’s adorable. Her brown curly hair, brown doe eyes, the same nose. It’s incredible. 

“I love you.” He says looking over at you. 

“I love you too.” You say back.

“You just gave me the most amazing thing in the world. You put yourself through the worst pain to give us a baby, and I can’t thank you enough for that.” He says tearing up again.

“Don’t cry.” You say wiping his eyes. “If you cry I’ll cry, my hormones are all sorts of crazy and I don’t need to cry right now.” 

“Sorry, she’s just so precious.”

“Hi, sorry to interrupt. But a young woman is out front, claiming shes the Aunt.” The nurse walks in. 

“Aaliyah is here.” Shawn says sniffing. 

“Go get her.” You say. He nods and hands you your baby. 

“Still set on the name?” He asks standing up.

“Seeing her now, I’m more sure than ever.” You smile at him.

He smiles and nods, walking out of the room to go get his sister. 

Manny and Karen are out of town. They wanted to be here for the birth, and they can’t get back until next week. But Aaliyah is home from school and did what ever she could to get here. 

“She’s lucky, if she looks like me.” Aaliyah says walking in, patting her brothers shoulder.

“Hey there.” You smile as she walks in.

“Hi there Mom.” She smiles walking over giving you a side hug. “There she is. You were right Shawn, she looks just like me. You got lucky kid.” She says combing her hair.

“You wanna hold her?” You ask.

“Can I?” 

“Here.” You say as Aaliyah sets her purse down so she can take your babygirl. 

“She’s so small.” She says looking at Shawn.

“I know, that’s what I said.”

“Her curls.” Aaliyah says rocking her slowly. “What’s her name?” She asks.

“Go ahead.” Shawn says looking at you.

“No you tell her.” 

“What is it?” Aaliyah says looking at her brother.

“Kathrine Aaliyah Mendes.” He says with a big smile.

“Wait, are you joking?” She says looking over at you.

“Kathrine Aaliyah Mendes, has a nice ring to it.” You say with a smile.

“Oh my god.”

“Well I mean she should be named after her god mother right?” You say looking from Shawn to Aaliyah.

“God Mother?” Aaliyah asks, at a loss for words.

“If thats okay.” Shawn says shrugging.

“That’s perfectly okay.” Aaliyah says tearing up.

“Man you Mendes’ cry a lot don’t you.” You say laughing.

“Leave me alone, that’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Aaliyah says handing her back to you so she could hug Shawn. 

*

You woke up slowly, hearing someone sing a lullaby. You open your eyes and they land on Shawn first. Asleep, uncomfortably in a chair.

Then you find Aaliyah, singing softly to Kathrine. 

Kathrine is holding Aaliyah’s finger and staring up at Aaliyah. Aaliyah is singing ‘You Are My Sunshine’ softly.

“I thought Shawn would be the one to sing to her first.” You whisper sitting up.

“Hey there.” Aaliyah says looking over at you.

“Hey.”

“Sorry, did I wake you? She looked like she was about to get fussy so I thought singing would distract her.”

“Thanks, it looks like it worked.” You say smiling as Aaliyah picks her up handing her to you. 

“I um just wanted to say thank you. You did not have to name her after me, or ask me to be the god mother. It means so much.”

“I couldn’t think of anyone else. When the conversation came up when I was pregnant my first thought was you. I wanted someone I knew would raise her the way I want to. I knew you would respect that, and I also wanted to the person I trust the most. Obviously that’s Shawn, but next in line comes you.” 

“You’re going to make me cry again.” Aaliyah says wiping her eyes.

“Awe don’t cry.” You say rubbing her arm.

“I love you Y/n. Thank you for meeting my brother and coming into our lives.”

“Awe I love you too Aaliyah.” You say holding her hand. 

“He loves you so much, and I couldn’t be happier to call you my sister.” 

“That is so sweet, it means the world Aaliyah.” You say smiling. 

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Here’s a comic wip of a Grif Siblings reunion (i need this so bad…..) I'm so bitter for both of these two, they have both been abandoned by everyone… they really deserve so much better! Hey! reds and blues, get your shit straight and stop treating all of your friends like actual garbage!!!! I mean Doc is finally fed up. (I'm not hating on the reds and blues, l love all of them but they are just…. the worst friends unless you are Church)…Also, I headcanon that Kai fakes a lot of her dumb/shocking comments in the same way Grif pretends to be incompetent to keep everyone’s standards as low as possible so that’s why shes like…. and actual character here? I feel like the Grifs together have so much potential and I would love to see that in canon (but im not really counting on it…) I really hope you can at least get the gist of the dialogue, my handwriting is trash haha.

And if you are wondering… yes Locus is super uncomfortable with this level of intimacy and does not want to be here lmao…

(also, fun fact! the head/nose touch at the end is a hongi/honi which is a traditional Polynesian greeting representing the exchange of the breath of life and mana)

anonymous asked:

reddie prompt: date night (sry its technically 2 words lmao) ♥️♥️♥️

hello anon-friend! this took so long, right? this was one of the first prompts i got and it’s literally been a hundred years since you sent it. i’m v sorry about that. this is uuuh… reddie fake-boyfriends? sort of? there are… i mean there’s a date so. it fits imo. thank you for the prompt, i hope you like it!


It’s an accident, all of it, but it’s still definitely his mother’s fault. It starts with Eddie, sitting at the coffee table in his living room, doing his homework, minding his own business. It starts with his mother, drifting into the room and sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels so rapidly Eddie knows immediately she wants to ask him something awful. Or tell him something awful. Or just be awful in general. His grip on his pencil tightens. He presses his fingers to the centre of his textbook, where the pages meet the spine, so hard it creaks and he’s pretty sure Stan would act like he’d killed a man if he could see it. He thinks the bones of books are just as important as the bones of people. It’s probably part of the reason he and Mike and Ben get on so well. And then his mother takes a breath and Eddie steels himself.

“Sweetheart,” she says, “when are you going to bring a girl home?”

Eddie is so startled he drops his pencil. “Uh,” he says, stupidly. “Never, because of all the… I mean because of diseases, STDs… right? Isn’t that… I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?”

She laughs. Eddie feels a little bit like someone’s about to step out from behind a shelf waving a camcorder. Probably Richie, though God knows how he would’ve got his mother in on it. She hates his guts.

“It’s just a little unusual,” she continues, her eyes never leaving the TV screen. “A boy your age. And, well, there are some nice girls in the neighbourhood, aren’t there? Millie Rhodes across the street is a lovely girl, and pretty.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He feels strange, twisted inside, like his blood’s on fire. A boy his age. What the fuck? What the fuck. Is he supposed to agree to this? Oh sure, mum, I’ll just trot across the road and ask Millie fucking Rhodes to prom. Like she doesn’t already think he’s the biggest loser on the planet. Like she isn’t one of Greta’s gang, still trying to make Bev’s life hell after all this time. Like asking a girl out is something he’d ever actually do anyway. What the fuck. It’s not like he’s over the hill, just seventeen and single. He shuts his textbook, sandwiching the pencil between the pages, and he stands up, muttering a quiet goodnight to his mother, and he goes to his room and tries to forget about it.

Sonia Kaspbrak has other ideas. Every single day she’ll mention some girl she’s met at church or at the market or at the fucking drugstore. A girl who is sweet and pretty and clean. A knee-socks girl in Keds and a pleated skirt. Eddie’s sure they’re all lovely, except Millie Rhodes, but… he tries to think about things like dating and kissing and sexuality as little as possible, because it’s easier that way. Because if he thinks about it then he might find an answer to all his fear, which is somehow even scarier. But she doesn’t seem to even notice his discomfort and she brings up the possibility of him dating at every chance she can get and Eddie feels a little bit like he’s drowning.

He brings Richie home with him one day, hoping he might act as a sort of buffer. Maybe Eddie’s mum will see him and stop talking about girls for one goddamn second and he’ll make it a whole day without hearing about any of it. A whole day without the threat of romance. Twenty four perfect hours.

“”M home, mum,” he calls, opening the front door. “Richie’s here.”

“I know I’m a little early for our date, Mrs K., but-” starts Richie, before Eddie pinches him viciously in the side and he squeaks to a stop.

“Eddie, come here,” says his mother.

He moves into the living room, Richie half a step behind him, and he resists the urge to put his hands behind his back, straighten his shoulders, press his feet together. She doesn’t look at Richie. Eddie resists the urge to grab him and push him at her, so she’s forced to acknowledge he exists.

“Eddie, I’ve set up a date for you,” she says. “With Millie Rhodes. Her mother is very excited.”

For a moment, Eddie doesn’t really know what to do. He stares at her. He stares at her and next to him Richie has gone still too, like a statue, more frozen than Richie Tozier ever has any right to be. He’s going to say something in a second, thinks Eddie, desperately. He’s going to say something weird and funny and I’m going to realise that this is real life and I really, really don’t want it to be real fucking life, oh my god-

“Richie’s my boyfriend,” blurts Eddie, caught on his panic, and he grabs Richie’s hand and tugs him to his side. There’s a deafening silence, broken only by Eddie’s mum’s ragged breathing. Her eyes are impossibly wide. Richie’s hand is warm.

“That I am,” says Richie, breaking through it all, pulling Eddie more firmly against his side, slinging his arm around his shoulders. “Sweethearts, me and Eds, a new thing, but inevitable, like the heat death of the universe.”

“What?” whispers Eddie’s mum, her eyes returned to their normal size, looking like she might start to scream at any second.

“Okay, so, we’re gonna… we’re gonna go,” says Eddie, hurriedly, and he throws himself out of the room and up the stairs, pulling Richie behind him.

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Something cuter (Tom x FemReader) short fluff

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

(A/n): this man

Summary: Tom makes fun of reader during an interview because he thinks she’s cute

Warnings: fluff??

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Neighbour Part Two | Jimin, You

Part One | Part Two | Part Three 


Part Two of my Father!Jimin AU! I hope you like it! :)

Originally posted by jjks

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Every day after that was a new adventure, how was your body going to react when he smiled at you this time? Was it going to go into overdrive again and prevent your fingers from working? Or were you going to lose your breath and have a heart attack?

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Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 

Archiekins 

Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 

THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew. 

Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 

SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1! 

“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 

ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.

Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you

VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!

Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.

OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER. 

Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 

OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!

Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND 

Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her

-But FINE FARKLE HAVE IT YOUR WAY

-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”

-And shes like “SORRY BUT YOU DONT GET TO REJECT ME AND THEN JUST KISS ME”

-And hes like “WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU REJECTED ME”

-“WHAT?”

-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT”

-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table

-“OH MY GOD RILEY”

-“WHAT”

-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself

-THE  GIRL HE HAD BEEN IN LOVE WITH SINCE HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD WAS RETURNING HIS FEELINGS AND HE REJECTED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING

-WHAT THE FUCK FARKLE

-“RILEY I AM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO TALK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TELL ME NOTHING COULD EVER HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST”

-“WAIT FARKLE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

-“OF COURSE I WANT IT TO GO SOMEWHERE RILEY”

-“YOU DO?”

-“YES”

-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

I Gotta Tell You.

Summary: You get home from work and find Steve playing with your adorable baby cousin. In the end of the day, he confesses something to you.

Words: 1780

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluffy, there is another fic that i wrote with the same characters but this is not a sequel. The kid just has the same name, in case you want to read here is the link

THANK YOU TO @amrita31199 for beta this for me.

Credits to the gif owner

When you got home you didn’t expect to see your boyfriend dancing with your baby cousin Kate in the living room, it was the most adorable and amusing thing that you ever saw in your life.  Steve was standing in the middle of the room moving his body awkwardly, while Kate was running in circles around him and singing a few words of the song.

It takes you while for you to recognize the song that was playing, it was There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes and you never imagined that one day you would find your boyfriend listen to this song in your living room.

Eventually Kate got tired of running and starts to mimic Steve’s moves. You can’t help but laugh it was so cute seeing the two of them together. Unfortunately, your laughter gives away that you are there watching them, Kate runs into your arms saying your name excitedly while Steve gives you a peck on the lips.

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A fic that's just Sanvers making out on the couch since the show obviously won't let them. (I'm Salty) lol

“Hey pretty lady,” Alex greets from the couch after Maggie’s key scrapes the lock and she steps inside, and she looks up from her reading and smiles, watching.

Because she told Maggie that she thinks she’s starting to get used to this whole happy thing, but god, she doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to Maggie coming to her apartment like its her own home after a long day at work; doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to the way Maggie’s smile lights up the entire night when Alex’s words wash over her ears; the way Maggie freezes slightly and licks her lips and her eyes flash when she sees Alex in nothing but a henley and pajama pants and glasses, god, those glasses.

And Maggie? Maggie doesn’t think she’ll really ever get used to coming home to Alex Danvers, feared and renowned for her ruthlessness, being soft and domestic and vulnerable and relaxed, in her glasses, laying on the couch, waiting for… her. For her to come… home.

So she shrugs off her jacket and she tosses down her gun. She kicks off her boots and she makes sure her eyes never leave Alex’s, because she doesn’t want to miss any nuance of the way Alex watches her, the way Alex’s eyes widen slightly when she takes off her jacket, when she strides over to the couch.

Alex’s couch.

Their couch.

The way Alex gulps slightly and immediately tosses her bioengineering journal to the floor when Maggie says, “May I?” and Alex nods so Maggie straddles her and Alex gulps again.

“I missed you today,” Maggie whispers, stroking Alex’s cheek, and Alex immediately reaches up and mirrors her activity.

“Yeah?” she flirts.

“Yes, Danvers, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Show me.”

Maggie blinks.

“Show you.”

“Show me how much you missed me?” She says it like a question, because it is a question, because she still does need to be shown, not just told, because she still can’t wrap her mind around the fact that someone like Maggie would miss her, would like her, would love… her.

Would come home to her.

“Oh, Alex,” Maggie shakes her head, and she leans down and lifts her glasses, resting them on top of Alex’s head, so she can kiss her eyes, her nose, her temples, her forehead. She kisses her cheeks and her chin and, just when Alex’s contented sighs turn into small, needy whines, she kisses her lips.

They both sigh into the contact, into the kiss, because it’s only been ten or so hours, but god, that’s ten or so hours too long.

Alex parts her lips and runs her hands over Maggie’s hair and Maggie takes the invitation, slipping her tongue softly, gently, slowly, into Alex’s mouth, nearly moaning in relief at Alex’s response, the way her hips roll of their own accord, the way one of her hands wanders down Maggie’s back and grabs at the back of her shirt, making sure she doesn’t let go.

And she won’t.

God, she won’t.

“You good?” Maggie pulls back slightly to ask, because Alex had propped a pillow on the couch’s ledge while she was reading, but couches aren’t always the most comfortable places to be laid down and kissed senseless.

Alex answers by pulling her back down into a kiss, and Maggie does moan softly this time, Alex’s tongue teasing her lips before traveling down her jawline, down to her throat. Her teeth graze Maggie’s pulse point and Maggie’s entire body trembles.

Alex freezes but Maggie shakes her head. “You don’t have to stop.”

So she doesn’t. She marks Maggie’s neck like she knows Maggie likes, and she lets herself get lost in the sounds Maggie makes, the way she smells, the way her skin tastes, in the way Maggie’s hands travel haphazardly across her entire body, always reaching for more, groping at Alex’s breasts over her shirt, making Alex sigh and gasp and smile into her ministrations before shifting to return her lips to Maggie’s mouth, and Maggie kisses her back eagerly, desperately, hotly.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Danvers,” she murmurs in between kisses, in between Alex’s hands exploring her body like a randy teenager, in between her own hands doing exactly the same.

“Yeah?” Alex asks, pausing, and Maggie pulls back to look her in the eyes, in her perfect, perfect eyes.

She smiles softly and tilts her glasses back down from the top of her head onto her face, and she smiles deeper.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Alex,” she reiterates, and Alex melts up into her body.

“I love kissing you,” Alex whispers, because she doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know how else to respond, to the intensity, the thing that looks a lot like love, in Maggie’s eyes, in her voice, in her hands and in her lips.

“Well that’s good, Danvers. Cause I love kissing you, too,” Maggie chuckles sweetly, leaning back down to kiss Alex gentle, kiss her slow, kiss her always.

She makes a map of Alex’s mouth with her tongue, a guide to Alex’s lips with her own, a prayer to Alex’s breathless sighs with her thumb on her cheek, her hand on her waist.

She almost whispers that she loves her, but decides, for now, to show her instead.

And it works – the way her lips part for Alex’s, the way she pays attention to and fulfills her every need, the way she makes out with her like she’s never been made out with, and god, nothing’s ever felt this perfect – because, who knows how long later, Alex’s eyes are glistening and her lips are quirked into a shy smile when she asks, “So you’re saying you missed me. Cause that’s… that’s what I’m getting.”

Maggie chuckles and her heart thrills at the game that’s become their own.

That’s become their coming home.

“Of course, you’re not gonna go crazy on me, are you?”

“Probably.”

Maggie licks her lips and shakes her head slightly and kisses Alex again, again, again.

“Perfect.”

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: part 3!! things are getting more intense, let me know if you like where its going! also just a reminder, the tag list for this fic is closed for the moment so please dont’t ask!

Part 1 Part 2

Waking up is torture because it feels so good. You’re warm in a way that doesn’t just feel skin deep, but more like every bone is glowing with something so satisfying it almost aches. It takes you a few sweet, sleepy seconds to realise exactly why you’re waking up more well rested than you’ve ever been in your life, and then the whole illusion shatters.

Sometime in the night you and Bucky had shifted until he was lying on his back, long legs dangling off the end of the couch and his arms wrapped tight around you curled up on his chest. Sun streaks warm through the windows and glass walls - glass walls, because you fell asleep in your office literally on top of Bucky. You make a highly undignified squeak and try to sit up, which only succeeds in dislodging Bucky’s grip on you and sending you crashing to the floor.

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Don’t Stand So Close To Me

Originally posted by kittyseb

Bucky x Reader

Inspired by the song Don’t Stand So Close To Me by The Police

Warnings: NSFW

Bucky stood at the board, right arm raised and writing “War”. God knew he’d seen enough of that. It was the reason he even took this position as professor at this university. After Steve and the team woke him from cryogenic sleep because they found a way to erase the Hydra programming in his mind, they asked him to join the Avengers, full time. But he didn’t want to fight anymore, he wanted to settle down and live like a normal person, for once.

His pupils listened diligently to his lecture, as always. He asked a question and turned around, allowing for appropriate wait time before calling on someone to answer. The students in the front row look perplexed; they stare at him with confused brows and lips pursed together as they struggle to think of something to say. Lucky for them, Bucky, Professor Barnes, is a merciful professor, so he scans the next row. Those students, too, look equally lost. His heart rate picks up as he anticipates his chance to see the next row of students, and one in particular.

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K-Drama Starters:
  • “You’re so cute that I want to beat you up.”
  • “You’re not okay. Why do you act like you’re okay when you’re not?”
  • “I’m not acting cool. I am cool.”
  • “I bet she’d slap the person next to her for farting when she’s the one who farted.”
  • “I am so busy that I didn’t even remember that you didn’t call me for three days and thirteen hours.”
  • “I thought you were dumb, but I guess you’re not.”
  • “Yes, I don’t like you.”
  • “I can’t believe how much food she sent you. It’s not like a war’s breaking out.”
  • “So shut up and just live breathing through your silicone nose.”
  • “I know I shouldn’t be saying this to myself but I was really cool today.”
  • “Geez, you’re like the CSI. You’re sounding really smart.”
  • “You have no need to be sorry. You just need to shut your mouth.”
  • “Your existence is like a bomb.”
  • “Shut up, smart-ass.”
  • “Can I take a selfie right next to it?”
  • “What wrong have I ever done to you to make you pick on me like this?”
  • “If you like her so much, don’t just drool here. Go over there and drool on her too!”
  • “Can we pretend I beat you up?”
  • “I can’t bother you anymore so I’m going to bother everyone else.”
  • “How can you not like me? Are you on drugs?”
  • “Are you at a morgue? Do you need me to get you flowers?”
  • “Even though you have small eyes, you can see everything.”
  • “What if my chocolate abs melt?”
  • “Your shirt is see-through.”
  • “Would you like some chocolate milk?”
  • “Hey can you drive home like that?”
  • “Don’t threaten her to eat black bean noodles with you.”
  • “Why do you like horror movies so much?”
  • “Why am I your friend?”
  • “I always have plans, I just don’t have the courage.”
  • “If I don’t trip you, then I can’t hold your hand to prevent your fall.”
  • “Leave my underwear here.”
  • “I don’t like seeing people eat food that looks better than mine.”
  • “Put your phone away and put your eyebrows down.”
  • “It was good to see you in my dream.”
  • “I hope you’re not having a hard time because of me.”
  • “Do you perhaps have another secret? Like you’re actually a girl?”
  • “You can get hurt more from people you’re closer with.”
  • “I have to look good when I go to the hospital.”
  • “You’re perfect the way you are to me.”
  • “You looked sexy eating ramen.”
  • “Everyone has their own fetish. I don’t judge.”
  • “If I had that, I wouldn’t have anything else to wish for.”
  • “There’s only one person who shares the same heartbeat as you. It’s your soulmate.”
  • “Should we listen to our heartbeats to see if we’re soulmates?”
  • “You’re such an asshole.”
  • “I don’t know why you make me feel this way.”
  • “Usually dating is when things that I can do by myself are done with another person.”
  • “Don’t treat us like idiots just because we’re stupid!”
  • “You should only touch me if it’s absolutely necessary.”
  • “What good is it to make a girl laugh 100 times if she always goes to the one who makes her cry?”
  • “They’re making fun of me because I don’t have a mom.”
  • “Your face requires revenge.”
  • “At first I just seem shabby like scrap paper, but after digging in deeper, I’m pretty awesome.”

anonymous asked:

could you write a blurb about an easter dinner with harry's family/just a dinner with harry's family and something happening and it gets really awkward? could be something about the reader being a hardcore fan of one direction or something like that? idk thank you love

This turned out very light-hearted. Kinda corny, but I hope it gets a giggle or two. Enjoy x.


A Twist of Fate

“I think I should wear my One Direction hoodie,” you teased as you pulled a dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed.

Harry was silent and you wondered for a second if he didn’t like your joke, or if he just wasn’t listening.

“Better yet,” you continued, “I think I’ll wear that t-shirt my friend made me that has your face on it. I cut the neckline so it looks like you’re kissing my boob.”

“Oh God,” groaned Harry.

You giggled, dropping your phone on the bed. With Harry on speaker phone, you began to get undressed.

“What? You don’t want your family to know I’m your biggest fan?”

“I reckon we can leave that part out.”

“You sure? I could tell them about the time I camped out to get tickets, or how I still sleep with my One D pillow cases.”

“Please.”

Although he was chuckling, you could detect a sense of contempt in his voice.

“Oh oh! Better yet, I could read them some of my fan fiction! There’s a conversation starter.”

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VIII)

Part VIII – “Please teach me gently how to breathe”

You can find every previous part here.

Twenty-eight

“Open yer mouth.” I ordered with what I thought might be a commanding voice, holding a spoon in front of her stubbornly closed lips. “This jelly actually looks delicious. Ye need yer strength.”

“Yuck.” Claire showed me her tongue in distaste. “Why don’t you eat it, then? I’ve been eating that yellow blob for the last three weeks!”

“Sometimes it’s red.” I pointed patiently. “I ken ye’re tired of being here, mo nighean donn – I have spent enough time in hospitals to last me a lifetime, I assure ye – but ye’re scrawny as a bird fallen from its nest. They won’t let ye leave unless ye put on some weight.”

“Fine.” She replied in a mordant tone, clutching the spoon away from me. “But I can feed myself – I’ve been shot, not taken back in time to when I was two years old.”

“Then stop acting like a wicked bairn.” I offered her a playful nose scrunch. “How is yer pain?”

“About as good as it was two minutes ago, the last time you asked.” Claire swallowed a spoonful of the hospital’s dessert, grimacing. “Are you sure you haven’t been a nurse in a past life? You seem to like prodding and ordering way too much.”

“I’m sure whatever I was, ye were always the one in charge, lass.” I kissed her forehead – marvelling with the freshness of her skin, after so many days of burning fever. On top of her surgery, from which she was slowly recovering, Claire had developed an infection of her suture – which finally had started to heal properly, after days of intravenous antibiotics. Her usually calm and centred temper had suffered with prolonged seclusion and constant fear of a relapse – and undoubtedly she found my constant attentions profoundly tiresome, if amusing and heartening.

“How is my favourite patient?” Denzel asked, entering the room and greeting us with a warm smile. He looked tired, wearing his crumpled scrubs, his surgical cap slightly hanging from a pocket. “I hear half of the nurses in the department are handing in their notices, unless I discharge you.”

“Hardly.” Claire smiled, neatly folding a corner of her sheet after pushing away the lunch tray. She still looked quite pale, with deep dark smudges under her eyes, but her orbs had regained their usual sharpness and liveliness. “But I’ll let you get away with it if you let me leave this damned place.”

“I’ll have to check your dressings.” Denny squeezed my shoulder in a companion manner, before stepping in to expose her abdomen, still covered with fluffy white bandages. “Your labs are back though – your infection parameters are finally down, so you might be in for some good news.”

After some clicking of his tongue – and a heated debate between the two doctors, from which I only understood about half the strange words – it was settled that Claire was allowed to leave the next day, as long as she accepted to come in every two days to check and redress the wound.

“And you have to build up some body again.” Denzel alerted, ignoring her disarming glances with a professional face. “The infection took almost all of your muscle. You need to eat a bit more if you want to heal nicely.”

“Fine!” She conceded, mocking exasperation. “Get me a cheeseburger, then!”

“Take care, Claire.” Denny winked and brushed her hair with a kind hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Will ye go home, do ye think?” I asked slowly, as she adjusted her pillow to settle in for the afternoon, after Denzel’s departure.

“Where else would I go?” Claire gave me a questioning look, softly squeezing my hand.

“Well,” I started, caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “I was thinking ye could come to my place – just while ye heal.” I added hurriedly, trying not to sound desperate and possessive. “My mind wouldna be at ease if ye were alone in her house, almost empty as it is, with no one to look after ye.”

“If you’re sure.” She raised a brow and smiled. “I can be quite the handful.”

“I am.” I breathed out, trying to control the emotions that seemed to ran so close to the surface, exposed and rampant, after her injury. “Bad things seem to happen when we’re apart. I want ye close to me – I want to care for ye, mo ghraidh.”

“It’s settled, then.” Claire grabbed by hand and pulled me in for a rewarding kiss. “You’ll be my private nurse.”

****

She had protested, assuring me she was quite capable of climbing up the stairs to my apartment – but I saw the effort everything required of her, even standing or laughing too hard – and carried her in my arms, only letting go when I laid her down on my bed.

After helping her change into some comfortable pyjamas, I contentedly sat by the bedroom window, grading some tests from my students, while she took a nap. Once in a while I stopped, my eyes drifting to her, reassuring myself she dreamt within my reach.

I cooked us a simple dinner – roasted chicken with basil and tomatoes, aromatic and homely – and helped her to lay down again, determined to find a place in the sofa or on the floor, where I could sleep close to her without disturbing her.

“Will you sleep next to me?” She asked softly, her brown curls and hawk eyes almost the only visible thing inside the cocoon of quilts I had made around her. “I’d sleep better with you beside me.”

“Aye.” I replied in a husky voice, easing myself under the covers next to her with gentleness, trying not to disturb her with my movements – the idea of causing her any pain made my stomach churn.

I placed an arm around her, reassuring her of my presence – mindful not to put too much pressure over her or to touch her scar. For a time we laid silent, aware of each other’s presence, discovering the intimacy of a bed shared in darkness.

We had been so once before – but at that time she had been devastated, wrecked like a ship after an unforgiving storm, and I had offered her security, a presence of someone who loved her without any demands. I remembered how I had stayed awake, memorizing her until I could recreate her in my heart - believing I’d never see her again, much less hold her in my arms. I wondered if she too recalled that night, when I had offered her the knowledge of my feelings, in the hope that she could use them to heal – and she had.  

I knew she wasn’t sleeping – I’d spent every day and night for the last weeks watching her sleep, until I knew the cadence of her breathing, the comes and goings of her dreams, like a second nature of my own.

She trashed about a little, fidgeting with bedclothes and adjusting her body on the mattress – always laying on her left side, wishing to avoid the tenderness of her upper right quadrant – slowly searching for the contact of my body behind hers, sheltering her like a cloak, two halves finally falling into place.

I waited for her to speak, painfully aware of the desires of my body, feeling her soft arse wedged between my thighs – yet completely restrained by the will of the woman who ruled me.  

A hand came up in the darkness and she placed it gently on my hip.

“I want you.” Claire whispered, almost sobbing. “I need you, Jamie.”

“Are ye sure?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing her face, tracing her lips to find truth in her words in the absence of sight. “I dinna want to hurt ye. I’d die if I hurt ye, mo nighean donn.”

“You could never hurt me.” She replied softly, caressing the length of my thigh. “I can’t breathe while we’re apart. I must have you – please, Jamie.”

I didn’t try to dissuade her again, even afraid as I was that it was too soon, too hazardous. I knew all too well the hunger that moved her towards me, starved for life when death had come so close, when it seemed that each moment could be the last. We had lost and found each other in the past, time and again – it seemed that while we were one flesh, one body, parting us would be impossible. While we were in each other, life – and death – was an afterthought, a remote threat, to which we were immune while moving as one.

I moved impossibly slowly, wishing to give her enough space to retrocede at any time, baring us of as many clothes as possible. I kissed the back of her neck, delighted in the small shivers of her skin next to mine, the testament of her arousal in her hardened nipples. I caressed her body with a worshiping hand, taking time at each new discovery that made her moan and hiss in pleasure.

When I thought her ready – desperately pressing herself against me while clawing at my hair – I held her thigh with a light hand and raised her, slightly folding my legs, so I could enter her. I rocked calmly with her body nestled against mine, letting her command the pace while I carried all the weight of her movements.

“I love you”. She whispered – moaned - tilting her head to kiss my lips. “Jamie.” I felt the moistness of her cheeks mixed with mine, tears of a joy long forsaken, exploding between us with enough force to leave us gasping, deeply moved.

It didn’t take long – I knew she was still weak, stubborn and lustful as she might have been. When I felt her tire in my arms, my hand came around her hips to delicately touch her in time with our movements, smiling as she cried out my name.

Afterwards, I held her against me, my hand brushing the dressing on her belly to make sure everything was in place – feeling the comforting thump of our hearts beating together, close enough to be inside the same chest.

“I was right.” She murmured on the verge of sleep, surrendering to my keeping once more. “Nothing hurts when you love me.”

The end

…for now - End of Section 1