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Hi there, just wanted to say I love the content you make, especially with the three protags together (my personal favorite) and also velvet room au minato. Your art style is also cute! 😆 I hope you have a good day!

Thank u so much T_T yes i love drawing protag trio<33 thanks hero u too :’> today is good day because i getting my 3ds and gonna play the dem PQ now to immerse myself over minatoxyu.Here a little something for the trio.

Still broken, but together

Hi guys! This is what I would love to see before Amelia’s surgery. I hope you will like it!


They were still there after what seemed like a lifetime: Meredith rubbing Amelia’s shoulder, spooning her, and Amelia and Owen sharing deep glances full of love and fear.

Owen was scared, reeling from the horrible news he just received. It couldn’t be true. His Amelia, his wife couldn’t be sick. He was the one thinking something was wrong with her, but he didn’t mean physically. He just found his sister again and now he could lose the most important person in his life. They weren’t in the best moment of their marriage, but he still couldn’t loose her: he needed her even if  only to argue, even only to hear her yelling at him. For the first time in months, their eyes really met each other and he could see how much she tried to hide the fear she had, too. She acted like the fierce and fearless woman she is, but he knows her and he could see how much she was scared. The only thing he was sure of at the moment was that he would not leave her side, he would be with her for how much time she would need and he would prove his love to her every minute of every day. 

“You should go check on your sister…”

“I was there all day. She can be alone for now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He said, hardening the grip on her hand.

Amelia’s mouth showed a little smile. It was so good to have him there. She knew that their problems were not at all solved, but it’s like they were freezing. She didn’t know how much she needed him by her side until he was. She felt so loved. In the last week she tried to do this alone, making plans, calling Koracick, but she was wrong.

“Did you tell her?” Meredith asked Owen.

“Nope. She was sleeping when Amelia paged me.”

“Ok. I’ll go tell her, she will be worried if you’re not be there when she wakes up.”

Owen nodded, but not for a moment did his eyes leave Amelia’s that were slowly closing. She was so tired, she hadn’t slept for more than a few hours a day since she found out, but now that all was settled and she had the man she loved right there, she could relax and sleep. Owen moved into the spot Meredith left and put one arm around her waist pulling her closer. The other hand went in her hair out of habit, tracing little paths between locks.

“Try to sleep for a bit, I’ll be here the whole time.” Owen whispered to her, trying to make her relax even more.
Amelia just nodded and closed her eyes.


In the mean time, Meredith entered Megan’s room.

“Hey… How are you?”

“Ready for your check up… and to go home.”

“You are not still ready to go home and you are a doctor, you know that. Don’t push too hard,” said Meredith, exposing Megan’s surgery site ad beginning to lightly push on it.

“Owen keeps saying the same thing. You’re right…. I know you are, but I miss my child so much. It’s like every day a piece of my heart is ripped from my chest.”

“I know. I felt the same after way my injuries. Only a mom can understand. Don’t blame Owen for keeping you safe.”

“Speaking of him… where the hell is he He is here everyday, all the time, and now I can’t find him. I tried to page him, but he didn’t answer.”

“He’s with Amelia.”

“Again? Why can’t my brother understand his marriage is over?” Megan said, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing is so simple, Megan.”

“It is! She keeps rejecting him and I can see every time how much he is hurt. I can’t stand watching him keep doing it to himself! And now she will yell at him again and he will come back here like nothing happened, but with that sadness in his eyes, I don’t want to see that again and if… ”

“She is sick!” Meredith didn’t mean to said it in that way, but it was the only way to shut her up.

“She is what?”

“She is sick. She has a 10 cm tumor in her frontal lobe and she began her pre op exams today. She told us a few hours ago. That’s why Owen is with her. She needs him now.”

“Oh my god… take me to her room. Now.”

Meredith asked for a wheelchair.


Owen and Amelia were in the same position. She was peacefully asleep in her husband arms, but he still couldn’t stop staring at her like she was about to disappear at any moment. Until then he tried to be strong for her, she didn’t need to see how much he was falling apart inside, but now that she was asleep, he finally let fall the tears he was containing in his eyes.

Just then, he heard someone knocking at the door and Meredith and Megan entering. He dried his face before turning his head trying not to move too much.

“Shhhhh… she just fell asleep. It took her a while. Don’t make any noise.”

Amelia stirred a little and buried her face in Owen’s chest, her hands gripping tightly on his shirt, but she didn’t wake up.

“I just wanted to check on you. On you both. Owen, did you eat something?”

“My wife has a brain tumor. Eating is really not my first thing on my mind right now.” Owen said with a little bit of anger in his voice.

“Are you angry at me?” Megan asked.

“Just get out… she needs to rest.”

Owen was angry, but not with Megan. He was angry with his life that didn’t seems to give him an happy moment, he was mad at that tumor because Amelia didn’t deserve it, he was angry at himself because he couldn’t find the way to help her open up, even if he tried. He was too busy chatting with his sister about his horrible marriage instead of really trying to make it work.

Megan just stared at him.

“I’ll came back in the morning,” she said, nodding at Meredith silently asking her to go outside.


That night Owen didn’t close an eye, he was there, still, with Amelia in his arms, checking on her with every passing moment, soothing her during her bad dreams. The morning came too soon for him and the light shined from the windows on Amelia’s pale face. She became more beautiful every time he stared at her, no matter how sick she was.

Today was the day. The day of the surgery. She choose her surgeon so he should be good, but Owen couldn’t help but be scared like hell.

Just a little after the sun rose, Amelia’s eyes fluttered open and her eyes met Owen’s.

“You’re still here.”

“I am and I’m not going anywhere. Do you need something?”

“Nope. I have all I need right here.” She said smiling. He missed her dimples so much. “But I need you to be okay today, so, please, go get a coffee, eat something, take a shower, I don’t know… take care of yourself. I’ll be fine alone for an hour.”

The reality was that she needed a moment for herself, she needed a moment for prepping herself for the surgery and she didn’t want to do that with Owen near her.

“Okay. I’ll come back as soon as possible. I’ll just go to the coffee cart.” He said kissing her temple and getting out of the bed.

“Thank you.”

She followed Owen with her eyes until he was out and saw Meredith outside. Amelia asked her to come in.

“Hey… how are you? Did you sleep well?”

“So, so. I need a favor from you.”

“Anything.”

“Can you bring me the shaving machine? I want to shave my head myself. I don’t want some resident to shave more than needed.”

“Okay. That’s simple. I’ll be right back.”


In a few minutes, Meredith was back with Maggie and Amelia was facing the mirror in her bathroom looking at her pale face. She wasn’t more sick than last week, but she seemed it. Her face was pale, her hair a mess, her eyes were rounded by dark circles…knowing about her sickness made her sick more than her tumor and she knew it would be even worse in a bit with a strip of hair shaved on the side of her head. She stood there, still, for almost half an hour, just looking at the “Amelia” she was now. Meredith and Maggie, behind her, were getting more worried by the minute.

“Amelia… do you want us to do that for you?”

“Nope. Don’t worry.”

She took the machine and began, saving some hair in order to hide the part after the surgery. If she made it.

When she was done, she looked in the mirror again. She couldn’t contain herself anymore. Her face changed and she let out all the pain, the fear, the anger she was hiding since a week ago. Tears were running on her cheeks and her legs weren’t able to keep her up anymore. She slid onto the floor, followed immediately by her sisters. They immediately were by her side, arms around her.

“Amelia you will be out of this soon.” Meredith said, “you will get through this.”

“You’ll be fine. You have to be fine.”


In that exact moment, Owen went to Megan’s room.

“Hi…”

“Hi!”

“I come here for apologize. I was rude last night… I’m sorry, but I was with you talking about how much Amelia was horrible to me and she was already facing this. I was kissing Teddy and I was too busy to really understand what she was going through. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

“Owen… it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known, but now you have all the answers you need. Now you have to be with her…”

“Yes, but I don’t HAVE to be with her, I NEED to be with her.”

“Then go! I’ll be just fine…”


Owen entered Amelia’s room, but she was nowhere. He heard sobbing coming from the bathroom and Opening the door, he found the three sisters on the floor. Amelia was still trying to catch her breath and her eyes met Owen’s once again that day.

“Can you leave us?” Owen said.

Meredith and Maggie left them alone. Owen kneeled and picked Amelia up wedding style. He brought her to the bed and once again he laid with her, stroking her hair.

“Just breath, take a deep breath for me… that’s good. Good, just another one.”

Amelia’s arms were around Owen, her face buried in Owen’s neck. Soon her breath became normal again and his heartbeat calmed her.

“Owen… I don’t want to die.”

Those words were like 1000 knives in his heart. Looking at the love of his life breaking down was like someone was ripping his heart from his chest. Silent tears were running from his eyes too.

“You will not die. I will not let you die.” He turned his face so he could look at her. “Hey… listen to me. You will not die. We will live our life together and this story will be just something we will remember when we’re be old, playing cards with our old friends.” A little smile formed on her lips. Just the thought of an entire life with that man could make her smile even with a tumor in her brain.

“I shaved my hair.” She said looking away trying not to look at him in the eyes.

“I saw.” He took her chin and move it up, so he could look at her again.  “And you are beautiful.”

“I really hope you are kidding because I’ll be very worried for your beautiful eyes if you don’t. Are you sure you don’t have a tumor too on your optic nerve?”

They chucked at her dark humor.

“Do you know what my biggest fear is?”

Owen shook his head.

“I know that when I wake up, I will love you like now and even more… but will you like the me I will be without the tumor? You fell in love with the me with the tumor. What if I’m different?”

“Amelia, you know you will still be you and that I will still love you. No matter what happens to you. You will always be the woman I fell in love with, the woman who brought me sparkling water that magic night, the woman I married… nothing could change that.”

In that exact moment, the door opened and Tom Koracick made his way in the room, followed by Deluca.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I need to check you before the surgery and this will be simpler if the patient is the only one on the bad.”

Amelia rolled her eyes.

“This is Owen, my husband.”

“Oh… what a pleasure.” He said uninterested. “So, has anything changed from last night? Headache? You know the drill.”

“Nope. Always like ever.”

“Good. So the nurses will be here with Deluca in an hour to take you to the OR. Then the dance will began.”

“The dance? Really?”

“Yep. I have all the lives you will save after this in my hands and yours too… don’t mess with me. And I’m….”

“Yes, yes…. you are the best. We will see in  the OR. Get out.” The doctors went out. “And you,” she said, looking at Owen. “Can you hold me again, please?”

“Your wish is my command,” he said. He slid behind her with his legs on her side so she could lean on his chest. She felt like she was the most spoiled woman in the world. 


They stayed like that until it was time to go and Owen walked behind her when she was taken to the OR, holding her hand.

“Dr. Hunt, you can’t come in the OR. This is the farthest you can follow us.” Deluca said.

“I know. Just, give us a minute.”

Deluca nodded.

“Hey…” Amelia was gripping Owen’s hand with so much strength that her knuckles were white. “I will wait for you on the other side. I’ll be there when you wake up.”

“Owen… I need to say something.” She took a deep breath before talking. “I don’t want you to be mad at me if I do not survive this. I need us to be good before going inside.”

“We are good, Amelia. We really are.”

“No, we are not, because I ran away again and I don’t know if it was because of the tumor or not, but my fear was true. I was scared Owen, scared that our children would be sick and die like my first child. That’s why I said that I didn’t want a baby.”

Owen tried to settle what he just heard. It wasn’t an easy thing to hear, but he had no time to right now. He had to do what Amelia needed. They would have a lot of time for discussing this, after.

“I know you were scared, but that doesn’t matter right now because I love you and we will make this work when you come out of that surgery completely fine.”

“If…”

“It’s not an if, Amelia. It’s a when!”

“I love you, too, Owen.”

Then he leaned on the gurney and kissed her. They didn’t kiss since she went away and it was like returning, finally at home for both of them. That kiss was full of love and hope more than all the words they could share.

They were broken, but maybe this tumor put the pieces together.


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awww i'm sad the the tattoo au ended but IT IS SO GOOD AND PURE!! i love it so much ♡

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SO GLAD you enjoyed it!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:  but what did kala say!!!

!!!!! Kouda can’t actually talk to animals, he can only control them! But Baku is Baku and as usual his knowledge of his classmates’… everything is approximative at best haha

Anon said: omg that bakugou with cat is so cute!!! (fun fact tho! kala mean fish in finnish so its a cute name for a cat)

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Re Reunion: ' “Will skater Nikiforov please take to the ice,” the announcer called, sounding a little exasperated. ' I love this line so much. I imagine it being a combination of "Yes, we know you two are in love" and a Yurio style "OMG STOP IT YOU TWO"

It’s pretty much ‘We are all very, very happy for you both but we’ve called you three times now Viktor and we will have to start deducting points for a late start if you don’t get a move on’ 。゚(TヮT)゚。

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“No.”

“But, Raven!”

No!”

The sight was an odd one, even for Titan Tower. Raven, surrounded by a, for once literal, black cloud of discontent, stalked down the hallway, trailed by a procession of other women. One of which was floating, in order to keep the pink, sparkling monstrosity she carried from trailing on the floor.

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Sightseeing.

A;N: So, it’s not often that i would get to write a  Dylan in Britain! fic so i really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: Dylan O’BrienxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 7,663 (whoops)

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Ughh, I used to be so obsessed with Ducktales when I was a kiddo. I had this character I made up named Hazel. She was supposed to be a love interest for Launchpad… That was years and years ago. Ah, yes. Memories.

But now we’re almost three days away from the reboot of Ducktales, and I am like freaking out. So, I figured, why not give my old character a redesign and see how she looks alongside the new Launchpad.

It’s just a silly little doodle… mainly it was me for to practise with the new art style, since I’m used to drawing the old art style. I really like the new one, but tbh, it’s gonna take me a while to get used to the redesigns on some of these characters.

I have some more sketches like this that I might upload later…

#31 The Outside Scene (Harry Styles)

Hello! This is a bit different. I’m not quite sure of the response on this. 

Have you ever felt like an outsider in your group of friends, your family who you’ve been with for the past five years? I sat on the bar stool with an untouched drink, tightly held in my hand as I saw the scene play out in front of me.

“Oh man, congratulations!” I heard Jeremy tell him as he shook his hand and then, hugged him. I was here with Jeremy, as a plus one because, I was not quite sure if I was invited, today. This never happened before but, now I was never sure of anything. The invitation came on the group, and that is how he usually called everyone but, he always called or sent a personal message which I didn’t receive. I could just not go, though, he had signed his new film and was free for a week before; it started it’s shooting again in London, and he had some good news to give. An announcement which he wanted everyone to know and I thought that maybe this was the new which would clear all my doubts and give me the reasons. I wasn’t wrong.

Everyone had come around them, congratulating, wishing him all the happiness in the world and best of lucks like, his past didn’t have any. I was a part of this, too but quite invisible now, as someone else held my place. He had his hand wrap around her waist, and he held her close like he wanted her to stick to him. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Was this the reason? How could it be?

“How are you?” Samantha came and touched my cheek with hers. I didn’t respond, I couldn’t respond. It was like my eyes and body were stuck to him and his hand around hers. How could she be the reason? Samantha shook me, and I looked at her. I knew I had a blank, poker face. It was almost like I couldn’t see her face because it was all so hazy.

“Samantha! Come here!” Matthew called her. She sighed and kissed my cheek before walking away. Could he see me here? Could he feel my eyes on him? Could he understand my need for a reason? Why did he do this to me?

I shifted my eyes to see the bigger scene. I used to be a part of this family. They were my family here. Should I go back to my home? I was sitting here, working in a different land and, I had made him my home here and, I was so easily replaced. I self-pitied myself, I was forgotten. Could no one see I was dying here? What was my fault?

“The glass will break if you hold it like that any longer,” I heard the bartender say that to me. I let the glass go, and shifted my eyes to him. He was cleaning the glass, as he gave me a slight smile. I think he understood my situation. Must have seen it play out a thousand times in front of him.

“You alright?” He asked. I didn’t reply. I turned around again, looking at the circle in front of me. I was on the outside.

No one felt shocked when he announced his new relationship. Even if it had been just four months since his last ended. His last with me, I was the ex now. I had planned my life together. I wanted a child and a family which was all gone now. I was questioning everything in my head; my relationship with him for five years, my relationship with all our friends standing in his happiness in front of me. Would anyone care if I disappear now? I thought No.

Sighing and then, breathing in, I stood up. A bit wobbly, I held the table. I looked up again, as she placed a kiss on his neck. I felt defeated. It was the only feeling I could understand right now. I picked up my wallet and turned around, walking away from the celebration.

“There is a new guy here today, for the position. Should I send him in?” I heard my secretary tell me. I was so knocked out. I had been working my ass off ever since that day. I got some sympathy messages over the next week.

I’m sorry that, it happened. Are you keeping alright?

Hey, how are you? Do you want to hang out? Don’t think too much about it. It happened for a reason.

Are you good? Reply man. I know what happened would seem wrong but, we have to move on right?

I didn’t understand all of this. No one said that it was wrong. That he broke up his five-year relationship with me after giving me no reason but, blaming his work commitments and then, in four months got a new girl. I was with him for five years, did it mean nothing? I didn’t reply to any message.

“Yes, send him in,” I told her.

I had removed all evidence of him from my life. It was hard. It was five years worth of pictures, memories which I didn’t want to have right now.

A knock on the door, “Come in,” I straightened up.

“Hey, good evening,” It was the same guy from the bar. The bartender, “Oh, umm hi, how are you?” He asked, recognising me.

I didn’t respond. His hair was tied in a bun like it was that night. His features were more visible now, in the light. He was very handsome. I’m sure he had girls hanging on to his last words with his vibrant green eyes staring into mine. A sharp jaw, pouty red lips, like he had been biting it and an incredible physique. Only he knew what had happened to me.

“Good evening, sit down,” I told him and opened his portfolio. He understood my answer of not responding to his last question, and he sat down smiling. “So, Harry Styles, you have an incredible CV.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. I could see he was nervous.

“You have a degree from Yale. That is amazing. How was your course?” I asked.

“It was as incredible as it is known to be. I have a degree in Graphic Design and, it has given me the correct exposure required and needed in this field,” He went on to talk about his work. He was quite accomplished and fit with our team and requirements.

“Mr Styles, tell me, you’re age is about a year or two older for this to be your second job. Has there been a reason behind this?” I asked.

“Yes, umm. You see after I graduated college. I had to take a sabbatical for three years before I started my masters. I worked around for a bit but, couldn’t get the correct job which would meet my required time. I have a daughter, she is six now, and I had to raise her myself after a fallout with her mother. That has been my delay.”

“But, you work as a bartender?” I asked, having seen him.

“Oh yes, I worked there after my graduation. We know the manager so, we lived as staff for three years until I got a scholarship to study at Yale and, after my masters in Design, I worked at another firm but, I felt it quite restricting. But, your company offers the right space for creative freedom so, when I heard there was an opening, I quit and prepared for this interview. I have a portfolio with my hard copies and others if you would like to have a look?” He picked up his file, and I took it.

“This is really good, Harry. Your work is very impressive.”

“Thank you. It means a lot,” He nodded.

“So, Harry you do fit our profile. You add a lot to it, and I have seen your work, and it would be lovely if you would like to join us,” I told him.

“Yes!” His face lit up. “I mean, yes that will be fantastic.

“When can you start?” I asked.

“When would you like me to start?” He asked.

“Next week? Since you’ll have to shift your house, I feel a week in needed. We have a position free to head the department as our last head is moving to Austria with his wife. He was an incredible guy so, you have a little pressure. I can start you with 45K a month for now. Your experience is a bit less for being the head but, your work should make up for it.”

“Thank you so much!” I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“You deserve it. Our company offers an apartment to all our heads and subheads so, we could show you the choice you have. You have two actually, and one has a beautiful view. And we can discuss your contract?” I asked, and he nodded, thanking me again.

It made me feel happy. After all the struggle he had gone through, it would all be worth it, now for him.

Harry ended up choosing the apartment right in front of me. People told me it was an amazing opportunity with two single people living next to each other but, I shook it off. I was the owner and the CEO and, had too many things to handle as it is. The company was finally doing well, and was now escalating and, I felt at least one part of my life a bit sorted. If “sorted” meant new tensions every day but, otherwise, I loved my job. We started out as nothing and look at us now.

Harry’s daughter was adorable. And, incredibly well-mannered, too. She told me all about her new school and friends once when she saw me eating alone in the cafeteria, forcing Harry to join us. He fitted well with the people.  As the head of design, our company was now wanted in the limelight, and business was good. I could tell that because our investors were very happy.

As for me, I was making new friends now. From work and they were lovely. I had my life separated from my ex and,  I finally felt as if I existed. Harry was also, a part of this new friend list. He was always catching my attention. He was lovely with his team, always funny and keeping them involved while he was incredible with his daughter. She adored him; she told me she adored him. I was getting a little more attached to her, too. Always frolicking around, she was quite inclusive in her approach. Calling me when they had their baking day together. Or calling me to watch Finding Dory with them, I felt I was a part of something but, still from the outside.

I visited my family often, but I was always the last for them. It happened, I was the middle child, and with such exciting lives of my sister as the winner of ever book prize in the last two years with her new series and my brother’s new fiancé, they forgot me. It was this reason why I shifted, too and started my business here. My problems or happiness were always sidelined, or it was what I felt.

But, Harry’s daughter, Charlie made me feel quite wanted. It was worth her ringing my doorbell at 6 AM because her dad couldn’t make her hair look pretty for the dance. Or being invited to the dance with him was the best. I didn’t know where I stood with Harry but, Charlie filled a void in my heart.

Like today, I specially bought some Finding Dory cookies, knowing she loved them. I rang the bell and, Harry opened the door. “Hey! I bought some cookies for Charlie, is she here?” I asked, peeking inside.

“Hey no, she has a sleepover at her friend’s house. Should I hold on to them and give it when she comes?” He asked.

“Yeah, they’re chocolate so, keep them outside in a jar,” I gave it to him and turned around to walk to my door.

“Hey, umm, are you doing something tonight?” He asked, making me stop in my tracks.

“Nope,” I shook my head.

“I have this carton of wine from my friend and absolutely no company, join me?” he asked.

I giggled and nodded my head, walking into his apartment.

“I have no idea?”  I giggled as we sat on the couch, drunk on three bottles of wine. We had talked about everything except our personal lives and this question in my head wanted to get out.

Harry in his shorts, looking incredibly hot, poured another glass for both of us, and I asked him, “tell me about Charlie’s mother.”

“Charlie’s mother?” he rubbed his face. “What would you like to know?”

“Everything?” I asked.

“Umm,” he leant back. “We were dating for a like a year in college, and, one night’s overconfidence got her pregnant. I don’t regret it now. Charlie is my everything. My family loves the kid and,  I love her to death. But, her mother was not like this. She left in a month after giving birth. Wanting something different from her life, not wanting it with me? I just wish Charlie had a mother, though. Even I don’t deserve her partner,” he took a sip of his drink.

“Does Charlie know?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, she met her. Didn’t like her, or that’s what she says. But Emelia doesn’t want anything to do with her. She has made that quite clear. Even signed a document saying that ” He huffed.

“Where is she? Do you  know?”

“Yeah, she is on her honeymoon right now. Got married to some billionaire, somewhere,” he sighed.

“Do you love her?”

“I never loved her. I loved her when she was carrying my child but, I always felt that we were together because of peer pressure. I just wish Charlie had her mother.” He laughed but, his face fell. “Your turn! Explain what I saw that night in the bar.”

“Wasn’t it quite clear?” I sighed, rubbing my feet. “We knew each other since college, were together for almost five years? He is an actor, you know that? So, when he signed his movie with a new banner and right when I thought he’ll propose cause he was finally stable, he broke up with me. Gave me random reasons of concentrating, distraction and four months into it, he got a new love.” I told him.

“Do you still love him?” He asked.

“No,” I replied. It was one thing I was sure of, “For a long time, I wanted a reason for him leaving me like that, I didn’t have a conclusion but, now I just don’t care.”

He nodded, I guess, he understood in some way. “It hurts?” he asked, shifting towards me, that his legs touched mine. He stared into my eyes, as I felt his warmth on the couch. My body felt so needy for touch all of a sudden.

“You are so beautiful,” I spoke before, I could think. “I’m sorry, I’m so drunk,” He giggled. “It hurts now and then. I always wanted a family but, I always end up being on the outside of everything.”

“Outside?” He frowned and touched my cheek.

“On the outside like I was in the bar. Looking in, in all the happiness. Like I was in my family, always waiting for someone to hear me out but, I still think, they don’t even know I felt like that,” His hand shifted down my neck, as I felt each of his fingers. His eyes were on my lips, and then, they travelled down. “On the outside, as I am with you and Charlie.”

“You’re not on this outside with us,” he said, meeting my eyes.

“Am I not? I’m not family and, I’m not her sitter. I’m not yours, nor I am hers, I’m just there…” I went on but, he stopped my thought process when I felt his lips on mine. They were so soft and yet, so strong against mine. He took me by surprise but, I would have lied if I had not been thinking about this for a long time.

“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” He repeated my thoughts, against my lips only, they were his. He kept his lips strongly attached to mine as he held my waist and pulled me to sit in his lap. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his tongue trespassing my lips and, I being unable to stop him. I was his boss but, I wanted this so bad. I moaned his name, as he hands tightened around my hips, as I pushed myself more in his hands.  

“You taste so good,” He moaned, as I felt my entire body heat up with just one kiss. We didn’t have any intention of stopping as we kept our lips firmly attached to each other into the night.

I woke up next morning, on a couch. Sunlight from the wall windows was lighting up the entire lobby as I turned on my back, looking for the person who I was with last night. It felt weird waking up on his couch. My friends told me if he doesn’t put you on the bed, leave. And, when had they ever been wrong. All the bottles were cleared from the table, and everything was kept in its place. Only I didn’t fit. I called for Harry once, around the house but, he was nowhere to be found and so, wasn’t any note.

I felt cheap. What was I thinking?  He was a father, and I was just his boss. We were both needy, and it was just a kiss. But, was it? My head hurt from the wine consumed last night and, I hated feeling like this. I fixed his couch, wrote ‘thanks for last night’ on a note and shut the door behind me, as I felt a tear slip from my eyes.

PART 2

What do you think about this one?

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polafuka-deactivated20170621  asked:

hey sorry for creeping on your art blog i love it! Really love yandere karma/manami. i often think about older manami bringing back lab rats from work and now karma and manami having three white haired/red eyed rat children. like manami will be on the phone talking to kanayo and here comes karma putting rat child on her head bc karma and their small children need attention.

…I only realised that you said something about her talking on the phone after I finished lol….sorry about that ;;;
and sorry for the mere sketch….
yes for rat pets!!
Also thank you so much for liking/reblogging my stuffs! I’m really glad that you like it :)

rules: answer the following questions. then tag other people you’d like to get to know better.

ty @taev-gucci for tagging me ily lisa!! 💕💕

how tall are you?

4'11

what color are your eyes?

brown!!

do you wear contacts and / or glasses?

reading glasses

do you wear braces?

no

what is your fashion style?

reeeally casual, though i like dresses a lot so i wear those often

when were you born?

december 5th

how old are you?

18

do you have any siblings?

yes, three younger ones!!

what school / college do you go to?

none as of now, but soon I’ll be deciding on a college to attend!

what kind of student are you?

the lazy kind. doing the bare minimum to get decent grades lol

what are your favorite subjects?

english and history

what are your favorite movies?

howl’s moving castle, big hero 6, tangled, and all of the harry potter movies!!

what are you favorite pastimes?

writing for sure, reading, listening to music

do you have any regrets?

not taking high school more seriously

what is your dream job?

i would really love to do something involving writing, or just books in general

would you like to get married?

undecided

do you want kids? how many?

not particularly, though i might change my mind one day

how many countries have you visited?

none unfortunately :(

what was your scariest dream?

i have lots and lots of nightmares, i can’t choose a scariest one

do you have a boyfriend / girlfriend / significant other?

i have a girlfriend!! i love her very much

put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs

1. panic at the disco- the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

2. bts- save me

3. maisie peters- maybe

4. twenty one pilots- a car, a torch, a death

5. florence and the machine- shake it out

6. twice- one in a million

7. bts- stigma

8. iu- palette

9. twice- knock knock

10. khalid- young dumb and broke

11. lauv- the story never ends

12. the 1975- settle down

13. the gorillaz- andromeda

14. syml- better

15. day6- i wait

i’m not sure who to tag!! i guess @taelilies @sweetsugajeon @veneziakth @daintykook @jjeonguuk @jiminscalicos @thecalicomochi @kthwhy

Daddy’s little kitten (Part thirteen)

All parts of Daddy’s little kitten

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“What are you doing love?” he asked but his eyes soon went wide when he noticed what was in my shaking hands. 

“Is that my journal?”

-

I quickly slammed the journal shut and stuffed it back into the draw in a state of desperation and shock. “N-nothing” my trembling lips blurted out. Harry lunged forward and almost pulled the draw out of its stand. He was empowering, enraged and was the reason for my ever-growing fear.

The journal was now in his hands and his piercing green eyes were burning into my skull. I didn’t know what to do, where to look or what to even say. My intention wasn’t to get caught, nor was is it my intention to ever look at the contents of the journal. It just happened.

“Y/N, i’m speaking to you” my angry looking boyfriend bellowed. His fingers were clutching onto the bag of Chinese so tightly that it was beginning to rip. My shaking limbs carried my way through to the living area but Harry was hot on my heels.

“Fucking answer me!” he spat whilst pulling at my arm causing me to spin around on my heel. The carpet suddenly become interesting to my watering eyes. “I’m sorry” was all i could manage to whisper to the enraged man that stood before me.

“You’re sorry are you? Sorry for invading my fucking privacy and personal space” the curly haired figure shouted whilst walking through to the kitchen work tops and removing the Chinese takeaway from its bag.

My heart instructed my feet to walk after the man i was head over heels in love with as it continued to pound out of my chest. “I didn’t mean too, curiosity just got the better of me. I’m so sorry Harry” i gently cooed whilst rubbing his toned back only to be shunted away. “I don’t want to hear it” he spoke whilst grabbing his plate and storming into his office leaving me broken and confused.

-

Three hours had passed and there was still no sign of Harry. His office door had remained shut and i was beginning to regret my actions. Why was he so angry? It’s not like there’s anything bad written in his journal. Or is there?

I feel alone and broken. This is our moving in day, but now its been brutally ruined all because of me. Picking up my iPhone, i dialed Louis’ number. Louis is one of the best workers at Styles’ enterprise. We both  hit it off even when i was Harry’s secretary and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

“Ello love, Doncasters finest speaking how can i help ya?” he cockily spoke down the phone, undoubtedly with a smirk on his face. “I fucked up Lou” i sighed. “How, what have ya done now love?” My eyes began to sting just from remembering the awful scene from three hours ago. “Well Harry was getting Chinese and i was just in his room emptying things and i came across his journal, and i know i shouldn’t of but-”

“Oh no, not that journal. He takes that bloody thing everywhere” Louis interrupted. “Yes, thaaaat journal and guess who got caught reading it?” “Well, you’re his new bird and you’ve just moved in with him so was it you by any chance?” he joked down the end of the line. “Yes. And now he’s been in his office for three hours and wont even speak to me.” “Well i don’t blame him to be honest love” Louis chuckled. “Lou, your menna make me feel better not worse!”

“Okay okay i have a plan. Put your best underwear on and go and show him how sorry you really are. You know Mr Styles loves that kinky shit.” And that is exactly what i did.

My silk black dressing gown was tied at the waist loosely enough to reveal the silk baby doll and thong i was modelling underneath. It was one of Victoria secrets finest pieces which harry had picked out on our day of shopping. He hadn’t seen the little number in action yet however, tonight was the night.

I knocked once on Harry’s office door before taking a deep breath and walking in. If this doesn’t work i dont know what will. As i expected his eyes were fixated on the computer screen in front of him, his stubborn side making an appearance whilst he refused to acknowledge my presence. A click clock could be heard on the marble floor as my hips swayed seductively in Harry’s direction.

Knowing he wasn’t going to budge my petite frame straddled his large one and i leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Y/N is sorry baby. She’s gonna show you how sorry she really is” i purred into his ear whilst his muscular arms grabbed onto my waist. My seduction was clearly working. “Really really sorry” i whispered peppering kisses down his neck. His shirt was soon being unbuttoned by my nimble fingers causing his jaw to clench. He didn’t utter a single word, but his eyes watched my every move. The bow of my dressing gown was then ripped open by Harry’s hands and the silk material was pushed off my skin.

His clenched jaw took a visible gulp as he eyed up my body. I arched my back as his hand ran down from my neck, over my breasts and to my throbbing centre. Lifting my head i stared intently at the attractive man. “What do you want Daddy?” i asked whilst throwing his shirt to the side. “I want those pretty lips to be around my hard cock kitten. You’re going to show me how sorry you really fucking are” he commanded whilst showing his long fingers into my mouth. Sucking on them i gave Harry a preview of what was to come.

Clambering off Harry i began my task. His trousers and boxers were soon discarded and his slouched position was soon lost as his rose to his feet letting his cock spring free. I took this as my cue to begin. My hand began to pump his warm shaft, the pre cum oozing out of his tip. Harry’s hands soon grabbed my hair as he rammed my mouth down on his dick. He always was impatient. I began to bob my head up and down managing to take him all in. “Oh fuck” he grunted pushing my head even further into him. My hands cupped and caressed his balls, whilst my mouth worked its magic on his hard shaft. Inaudible moans were now being heard by Harry and i knew he was close.

Out of the blue he picked me up and forcefully slammed me down onto his desk. With one hand he spread my legs as the over hand pushed the stray papers onto the floor. He ripped my thong off mumbling a ‘i need you now’ down my ear. Harry positioned himself in front of me and thrusted into my dripping wet core without any warning causing me to hiss at the sensation. Adjusting myself i started to feel pleasured. His muscular arms were clutching onto my legs making sure they were spread apart whilst he relentlessly pounded into me.

It was as though he was taking his anger out on me via sex, not that i minded. I arched my back giving him a full view of my breasts and body. This caused him to erupt into a fit on incoherent moans. “Such a naughty little girl kitten” he grunted whilst slowly but forcefully pounding into me. “Fuck fuck fuck” i shouted with every movement.

His free hand then began to rub my clit in circular motions. The pleasure of his skillful foreplay and the relentless pounding of his cock was sending me over the edge. I ran my hands through his hair as i leaned up and kissed him roughly.

We were both close but it was a matter of who was going to peak first. “So fucking tight you little slut.” All this dirty talk was making me go insane. “I’m gonna come” i screamed, and sure enough my orgasm overtook my trembling body as i moaned out Harry’s name over and over again.

This process was then repeated by Harry as he released his load inside me. “Holy shit” he breathed out as i smirked proud of my achievement.

“Does this mean i’m forgiven?” i asked sweetly a few minutes later watching Harry put his boxers back on. “Yes, but you can clean up this mess whilst i find a lock for my journal” he smirked stalking towards me and pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

“Did you like what i wrote about you?” he asked nibbling at my earlobe as i nodded my head. “Good because i meant every word of it” he whispered. “I’m going for a shower, are you going to join me after you’ve cleaned up this mess?” he asked kissing my temple. “How could i pass such an opportunity up?” i laughed receiving a signature Harry grin. “See you in 5’ he chuckled walking out of the room as i took in the view of his masculine toned body.

A few seconds later my phone buzzed in my dressing gown pocket. Reading the message i giggled to myself.

Tommo ;) - Did it work? :P Xx

Oh you bet it fucking worked did Louis.

Haven’t updated for what seems like years but its here and bam you best enjoy it as i took my time and even included smut (not that’s its good) which is not like me but i figured you guys need it . Its my way of saying sorry for not updating. But yeah please like if you read and send me feedback. If you have a request also message me.

K xx

1981polybius-moved  asked:

2 10 14 41

2. is your room messy or clean?

i have at least two pairs of pants two pairs of socks and three shirts on the ground right beside my bed at a time so. yes

10. how would you describe your style?

gay tech/compsci/programming student or

14. if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

if it didnt cost 1000982342304923094203890 vancouver. i love vancouver so much

41. top ten favourite songs

i cant formulate a list right now but you could probably guess itd probably be like 8 lemon demon songs and either 2 talking heads or oingo boingo songs because i have the most shallow music taste on planet earth

What I Would Like to See in South Park Season 20

Hey guys, its KrisSimsters and I think I did this already but if not, I don’t mind doing it now. Anyway, season 19 is over with and its left us with some questions, especially since since its been revealed that season 20 is a multi-arc season. PC Principal said that the town of South Park will be entering a war in season 20. Well, here’s what I probably want to see happen.

1). A TIME SKIP: I said this shortly after season 19 ended and I’m going reiterate it. I want a time skip, its time for the boys to transition from 4th Grade to 5th Grade. In my opinion, it seems very plausible by now. The dynamics are different now, especially since Garrison is now running for President and there are other changes to the town. (I think the Whole Foods will be replaced a Kroger’s in s20 but that’s a totally different thing).

2). MORE ASCENSION OF BACKGROUND CHARACTERS: In other words, I want more love from characters such as Kevin Stoley and probably Bradley Biggle. This is mainly about Kevin though lol, my Star Wars cinnamon roll needs either a whole episode focused on him or just more lines. Either would be good. I guess while we’re at it, it would be nice to see Ze Mole and Gregory again, because La Resistance might be needed again in s20.

3). A TEAM CRAIG EPISODE: Who do I have bribe for a Team Craig episode? I don’t mind Team Stan, but they are broken right now and while Team Craig might be a somewhat broken as well, but their not as broken as Team Stan. Sorry Style fans.

4). A BETTER ENDING: This year’s season finale and last year’s season finales weren’t the best season finales. Especially when you get three-parters such as Black Friday or Coon and Friends or even Imaginationland. Call me spoiled but I’ve been in this series ever since 1997 (yes, I am old), is it too much for me to ask for a really decent season 20 season finale? Your turning 19 years old next year guys, give me a decent season finale.

5). STYLE RECONCILIATION: Things might not be good between Stan and Kyle right now and they might not be “super best friends” like they once were, but I want to see growth between them. I want Stan to apologize for Kyle and I want Kyle to forgive him. I want at least an understanding between them. I just want them to be happy again.

6). LESS RANDY: Randy caused a lot of shit in season 19 and I think well need less Randy Marsh going into season 20. I know I do…I used to like him and now I feel indifferent towards him.

Got anymore wishes for the new season? Let me know in the tags!! Stay golden, guys!!

Hide and Seek: And Baby Makes Three (#9)

And Baby Makes Three, the ninth installment in the Hide and Seek series.

Word Count: 5740

A/N: so much dialogue

“I can’t have a baby, Harry! That’s insane! I finally got my feet under me and people are finally listening to my music and now I’m supposed to-“ she stopped, exhaling and trying to find her words. “I’m supposed to give it all up so I can have a baby?”

“You wouldn’t have to give it all up!“

“Yes I would, Harry,” she said, her voice deflated. “Because it’s not just anyone’s baby, it’s yours. Harry fucking Styles.”

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puffy-shirt  asked:

Okay, here's just an idea I had... But what about a historical Nala done in the style of the Broadway Lion King? Like with the lion head piece and then historical African clothing? I don't know just something that I think would be really stunning :)

A lot of people have suggested this, oddly enough! This always seems a bit weird for me to lay out, but the reason I haven’t done this (or just drawn Nala in Himba garb, par example) is that there’s no challenge in it. Or, if there is, it’s at its best an arbitrary one. If that makes sense. Julie Taymor is a costuming goddess- I feel like trying to impose particular cultural/historical context onto her costumes does a disservice to the conscious, respectful thought and design that went into that entire production.  At least for me! I’m sure others would love to do this, but I personally get no satisfaction from it. :)

This series was born out of a love for the Disney pantheon, yes, but more importantly it was born out of a love for historical costuming, and the challenge I got from breaking down a costume into its most basic elements and rebuilding it in a new, refreshed context.  I’m less concerned about being able to check characters off of some massive checklist- and oh it is a massive checklist- and more about stretching my character/costume design muscles.

This series rapidly became, and continues to be, something of an obligation for me- I’m fighting against the urge to sate people’s requests and really trying to make sure that I’m focusing on what about this series makes me happy, and makes me feel artistically fulfilled.  Esmeralda, Alice, Merida, Elsa and so many others have already been designed, but they’re just wasting away on my hard drive because I’m caught in a limbo where I’m tired of finishing these pieces in a style of mine from three years ago.  It’s very weird.

There’s a reason why characters like Captain Amelia and Princess Kidagakash are on my “not interested” list- yes, it could be fun to draw either of these characters in historical costuming, but it’s a different challenge than the particular one I’m attacking with this series. I don’t want to force myself to take on characters if it’s not what I was trying to do in the first place. Not right now, anyway. :)

Sorry to use your ask as a jumping off point for a rant, aagh! I have just been thinking this a lot lately and needed to get it off of my chest.

-C

Harry Styles Imagine - He admits he loves you.

(Requested)

A/N: Hi Lily !! I hoped you enjoyed your imagine and thank you for requesting. Sorry if it’s a bit long. If you would like more be sure to request me in my ask. To those who are about to read it, if you enjoyed it , please be sure to follow me and like this for more. If you would like your own or have an idea simply ask me and I would be happy to write for you. Byeee :) .xx

WWA Tour was about to begin this week and you were so excited because you will be going on tour with the boys. You had just finished packing your bag and now here you are watching tv and eating crisps. Just when you thought you can relax after packing you here a knock on your door. “I’m coming” you shouted across the room. You were greeted by your best friends face , Harry. “Hey” he said engulfing you in a tight hug. You hugged back. “So.. What brings you here ?” you ask a bit shy. You were always shy around Harry because you had a crush on him since X Factor. You both were best friends from the time you were in diapers. As the years went you started to have feelings for him but just one problem. What if he doesn’t like you back ? Whenever you both were alone at times like this you always thought about expressing how you feel about him but you never ended up doing it. “Well, I thought since the tour is gonna start soon… I thought we should hang” he said running his fingers through his hair. “Oh well okay” you said laughing and then giving him a smile.

It’s a day before tour starts, you and the boys were now sitting in the car on your way to the airport. The boys were like your big brothers well all except Harry. The boys all knew you like Harry, they always tried to make you say those three words to him but you decided against it. You were also best friends with the boys girlfriends , they also tried getting you to express your feelings for Harry but you always think against it. You should always think that maybe he doesn’t like you that way so you tend to not ask him.

You were now in Toronto for the first show tomorrow. The boys and you got mobbed while getting into your hotel but you got used to it now. Once you were all checked in, turns out you were sleeping with Harry. That’s fine with you, you slept with Harry, cuddled with him, fans would say you both were so cute though you also get haters but you didn’t let them get to you. You and Harry were now in your hotel suite, it was massive and really cosy and warm. You loved it. As soon as you entered you ran straight for the bed and before you know it, you were off like a light.

You wake up next morning to see it’s 2 pm. Shit ! Why didn’t the other boys wake you up ? Harry’s gonna get late for the show. Harry was now holding you around your waist. You struggle from his embrace, even though how much you didn’t want to let go, you had to wake up. You got out of bed, did your routine and decided to wake up Harry.“Harry wake up it’s a big show today.” you say shaking him a bit. He tossed and turned in his sleep, he didn’t here you. “Harry get up now !!!” You say pushing him to get up.“5 mins more” he mumbled. “Harry it’s 3pm and the shows in like two hours !!! You were told to get ready early now wake up.” You basically shout at him. “Okay I’m up.” He says and gets out of bed.

You were both now at the arena. Today’s the day your going to tell him those three words. You were sitting on the couch while Harry was getting dressed. He approaches you and asks “How do I look ?” he said with a wink. “Sexy as always” you say. It was normal for you to say that, it didn’t mean anything to the both of you to say things like that to eachother. “You heard that Harry looks like somebody wants some” Louis said winking in your direction. You started to blush so hard, your face probably looked like a red tomato. The boys always teased you, you and Harry always end up blushing at their remarks. Their show was about to start in ten minutes, it’s time to tell him. “Uhh.. Harry can I speak to you alone for a minute.” you ask shyly. “Yeah sure.” He replies. You both walked out of the dressing room to an empty corridor. “Harry just hear me out. You probably don’t feel the same but I need to tell you.” You say. “No. Let me. Lily I’ve been liking you for a long time, for atleast three years. I’m such an idiot for not saying it earlier otherwise you would be mine by now. But all I have to say is I love you. Will you be mine” he asks. You smashes your lips against his. He kissed back. You now had your fingers in his hair and his arms were around your waist. “I’ve always wanted to do that” you said coming out for breath. “I’m guessing that’s a yes” he said smirking.

#5 Preference: You get pregnant after a one-night stand - Part 2 (Harry and Zayn)

Harry: Your relationship with Harry had started slow, or as slow, as it could be seeing as you were pregnant with his child.

He had been supportive and understanding since the moment you told him the news, making sure you always had what you needed and wanted. Sometimes it would really annoy you his over protection, but you just got used to it.

Around the fourth month of pregnancy, you had got used to seeing Harry almost every day, even if it was through skype when he was touring.

That’s how you developed feelings for him. One minute he was your soon to be best friend and father of your child, the next you found yourself falling for him and his ridiculous cute smile and dimples.

Lucky for you, Harry felt the same way. Of course, nothing is easy, so you only found out that he liked you back two months later.

It was your sixth month and you and Harry were going to find out the sex of the baby, who had been really ‘shy’ in the other ultrasounds.

“What do you think it will be?” Harry asked you while you waited for your doctor to start the procedure.

“A girl.” You answered convict.

“Me too.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

The doctor turned to you and gently asked you to remove your shirt, making you blush. “Let’s see what this little baby has been hiding from us.” The doctor said as she started.

After a couple of minutes, you started to lose hope, figuring that your kid was hiding her genre again. You were about to tell the doctor that she could stop looking when she exclaimed happily that she had found it.

“Well, it seems like you two were right! It’s a girl!” she exclaimed happily, leaving the room shortly after to let you clean yourself.

You turned to Harry, on the verge of tears and chuckled. “It’s a girl, Harry. We are a having a little baby girl.” You whispered, not believing it was actually happening. What happened after this made you even more surprising.

Harry kissed you.

Just like that. One minute you two were crying happy tears, the next you were kissing.

Pulling away, you started at him wide-eyed.

“What was that for?” you asked quietly.

“I’m sorry I should-“ you cut him off by kissing him again.

“Don’t say sorry. I liked it.” You spoke. “I like you.”

“I like you too, (Y/N).” pecking you lips, he moved to your still uncovered belly. “And I love you, baby girl.”

After that you easily started a relationship, falling deeper and deeper for each other every day.

You knew everything was going to be all right and that you three would be a happy family.

Zayn: You and Zayn had gone on that date he asked you when you told him you were pregnant. That one and many more, soon staring a relationship.

You were due in one week and Zayn had you over his watch 24/7, worried about every little thing you did. He didn’t let you go to the mall alone, claiming that the water could broke any minute during the walk and he didn’t want his son to be born in the middle of the street.

So dramatic.

You two were serious about your relationship and had fallen deeply in love with each other. With that and the pregnancy, he had wanted you to move in with him for some while now, but with you two being neighbors, you didn’t see the need to.

It was dinner time and you were just making pasta when it happened. First came the pain in your bladder, then you felt water running down your legs. Your water had broken.

“Zayn!” you yelled, going full panic mode. “Zayn!”

You were supporting yourself in the counter, crying with the pain of the contractions when Zayn entered the kitchen.

“What happened?” he frantically asked, looking around until his eyes dropped to the ground where he saw the water around you. “Is that- is that the- the water?”

He was panicking and so were you, but someone was going to calm down and it wasn’t going to be you. You were going in labor, for God’s sake!

“Grab the keys, Zayn! GO!” you yelled and Zayn snapped from the state of shock he was in.

The next few hours were a blur.

One minute you were yelling at Zayn and the other you were yelling in pain, pushing the baby out of you.

“I can’t do it!” you cried, sobbing.

“Yes, you can, babe. You are doing so great.” Zayn whispered, calming you down and encouraging you to keep going.

“One more push, (Y/N).” the doctor spoke “I can already see the head.”

Yelling one more time, you were almost sure you had broken Zayn’s hand. Not that you really cared at that moment. All you cared was that little sound, so low that you almost couldn’t hear it.

Your baby boy was crying for the first time and suddenly your world seemed a little brighter, a little more complete.

“C-can I hold him?” you questioned, tears already streaming down your face. The nurse placed him in your arms and it was like the world had stopped. It was just you and your little boy. “Hey, babe.”

Zayn’s fingers traced his little cheek and he smiled at you. “We made that.” He whispered in awe.

“Yes, we did. We created the most precious and handsome boy in the world.” You stated. “My precious, Isaac Malik.”

The nurses came in and took him away from you, saying that they would just give him a bath and a check out and soon he would be in your arms again.

“(Y/N)…” Zayn called.

“Yes.”

“Will you move in with me, now?” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“Yes, Zayn.” You chuckled, pecking his lips after it.


*I don’t have time to finish this today, but I promised so here is Zayn and Harry! Tomorrow I will post the other three! Hope you like it, because I didn’t :(

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#19 - His Wedding Vows

Liam: “I promise to always hold doors open, and push chairs in for you. I promise to go out and buy you your - uh - girly supplies, even if it’s four am and I just got home three seconds ago. I promise to give you cuddles when you’re sick, or not sick. Whenever you need them. I promise to always make bad jokes that make you smile, just because I love your smile. I will always love your smile, and I will always love you. I promise to do all the little things that make you smile.”

Niall: “I promise to share food with you. I know everyone will gasp at this point, so let me make something very clear. She’s my wife, so sharing means I get her food too. Anyway, I also promise to do all the other things. You know, uh, love you forever and never forget how much I love you, no matter what. But food, I promise to share it. I promise to share everything. I’m forever yours, (Y/N). Never forget it.”

Louis: “I’ll listen to you when you talk, and talk when you want to listen. I’ll give you anything you need in a heartbeat, unless you don’t want to be spoiled. Then I’ll stand back and watch you earn it yourself with pride that you’re my girl. I promise to make you smile when you’re crying. I promise to treat your heart with the respect it deserves, and never, never break it.”

Zayn: “I promise to protect you from whatever comes your way. Whether it’s Louis attempting to tackle you or a bus on the road, I’ll do whatever I can to keep him - or it - from attacking you. I promise to work hard to make you happy. I’ll keep that beautiful smile on your face. I promise to stop bugging you when you’re trying to study and give you the space you need sometimes. I promise to never forget about the love we share.”

Harry: “I promise to remind you everyday of how beautiful you are, makeup or no makeup. All dressed up our lounging around in sweatpants. I’ll do my best to stop getting so jealous when other guys look at you because they’re only human, but I can’t promise you that. I promise to always be proud to call you mine in front of everyone because I am, I’m so proud and happy to be here right now.”

A/N: I’m sorry that this is so awful but I really did want something up and I have a busy week coming up so I don’t know if I’ll have much time. I’m not doing a Part 2 to ‘You Were Pregnant, He Left and You Meet Years Later’ because I like it as a cliffhanger x)

SkraxSeidr’s 500+ Follower and Icon Give Away!

{That’s right! I’ve somehow managed to get 500 of you despite everything and for that I am ever so grateful. If I could interact/rp with all of you- believe me, I would!}

As you can see- this is not just a Follow Forever- it is ALSO a GIVE AWAY! I know I may not be the best at Icons or Promo’s, but I’d still like to give back to all of you in some way.So here are some simple rules.

  • You have to like/reblog in order to enter.
  • You can enter as many times as you like,by reblogging.
  • You HAVE to be following me!
  • If you reblog on more than one account- please let me.
    I will count it as an entry if I know it is you.
  • The more you reblog- the more entries you get-
    Meaning the more chances you have to win.
  • Do not follow me just to reblog and then unfollow me after.

I will be choosing three winners on January 1st, 2016.
Yes- I am giving you a month.

Winners will get their choice of:

  1. 50+ Icons of Character/Style of their choice.
  2. Promo Banner/Duel Promo
  3. Drabble written by me of any characters.

{Note- if you don’t want any of these- we can also discuss a different prize.}

Remember! You have until January 1st!

Now, here are those lovelies that I follow and would follow on any blog!

{These are in no Particular Order as I’m Lazy- sorry!}

Note:Littered Within are Friends- People I admire- People I Want To Interact with and People whom I just find plain awesome.

@firedupfiredragon @bloodsplatteredmoon @crimsoneyedxsoulstealer @lightningdomain @fiaryglitter @yxminotenshi @koseilucy @kuronekolily  @scriptbookworm @levythescriptwizard @ignitxed @raiiryu @fleuvexdetoiles @friguxcor @nenokumi-kingu @maestroofmuses @luminiism @inpluxo @kxminarii @celestialiism @celestialhimelucy @stalker-sama @stubbornasstantei @konohagakure-hero @nicetryshyguy @freedthedark @laxusthelightning @venomoustigress @icemagewizard @gytech @natsudragneel1800 @rainsonyourparade @theeverlastingartist @thefluffyram @the-windchild @jacktheripperblitzkrieg @prxestigiae @affixene @icecubedloser @onewiththecold @thefinerthingsinhell @mondxs  @avarixing @sass-queen-justine @temperedinferno @filius-daemonis-turrim  @flamebrain @oujo-heartfilia @siegrainfernandes @illustrxret @vxtrum @conflxgration @hells-beneath-me @meganeviolet @igneelsflames @magicsjustice @redfox-iron-eater @magemirajane @yukxno @rxnmasaotome @she-wolf-seremela @ginxko @inframundorey @sutakinokipa @mirajenmajin @procursuscanis @future-rogue @rxoque @ribonakumanohono @skyfullof–lightning @towerofheaven @blackgajeel @redeemed-radiance @repulsiiions @aoiekushido @happyxcat @irondragonredfox @cardxqueen  @bestiaxcantus @fractacrystalli @celestialxcub @sutxora

And that’s it! If you’d like examples of my promo’s/icons- let me know. Same goes for drabble writing.

All of you- thank you. Life on Tumblr has been amazing despite it’s ups and downs and it’s all because of you.

I LOVE YOU

-Mira