#it was also the most blissful day of my life and I’m so grateful for that

[teardropsonsmyguitar]

I just had an insane flashback(at least to me it’s insane) where I remembered that the night I met taylor, I’d been crying since the moment I ran up to her, and so I asked her if my makeup was okay because I was worried about my mascara running down my face, so taylor literally stood in front of me and intently looked into my eyes(I can’t remember what she exactly said about it, but I think she ended up rubbing some of the mascara off my face) anyway, I’m 🥹

[salty-croissants]

if your still taking requests, can you do a Bullfrog and Rayman/ramon of their S/O is Pregnant? if you can't that's okay

Thank you for the request !

I apologize for taking longer than usual , I found myself in need of a break since I was feeling a bit too uninspired to write :,T

Anyway I’ve never really written anything for a pregnant reader before , so this was a pretty fun challenge :,) 

Hope it turned out okay ! 

Details : use of female reader ( thought I’d go for that given the prompt , hopefully that’s alright ! ) ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

Deep down , Bullfrog still can’t believe he is actually going to become a dad …

While he is definitely worried about how he is going to keep you and your future child ( or children :> ) safe , this frog is still really looking forward to start a family with you , and he will remind you of this a lot .

< y/n , my dear , I’m just so grateful to have you by my side , you know ?

I’m so happy about our child , je ne peux pas attendre … >

He is the absolute best at taking care of you , using all the spare time he gets when he isn’t out for missions to be there anytime you need something , no matter how small .

< I’m back mon amour ! 

Here , I brought you some more food in case you get hungry , and I also made some tea while I was at it . > 

< Thank you honey ! This is exactly what I needed , you’re amazing ~ > 

When you’re feeling a bit fatigued , Bullfrog loves to just rest by your side , with the two of you often falling asleep into each other’s arms .

And if you ever try to stay up anyway , well … your partner is very good at persuading you to do otherwise .

< Hmm … I’m not that tired , sweetie … we can still … talk , or maybe do … something else … > 

< Non y/n , you need to get some sleep … you had a long day today , and I don’t want you to stress yourself too much . 

I’m going to be right here with you mon cher , so don’t worry , alright ? > 

< Heh , alright , thanks Bullfrog … 

Oof , give me a second , the little one is starting to feel heavy … > 

Your beloved assassin adores those simple moments of intimate bliss he gets with you , and whenever he occasionally opens his eyes to check on you he can’t help but feel an overwhelming happiness , knowing that you’re the person that he’s going to share a family with …

Despite the uncertainty of your futures , Bullfrog knows that as long as you’re with him , there will always be hope for him somehow .

Rayman 🧡

Oh boy is he excited ! 

Rayman loves children , so the mere thought that he’s going to have a kid with you fills him with joy …

He never thought that he’d be able to have something like this in his life , given the way people see him despite his popularity , so you better believe that he will be showering you with affection … even more than usual . 

< Oh y/n , sometimes I still can’t believe this is happening , y’know ?

I just … god , I love you so much ~ > 

Unfortunately , I honestly doubt the Directors would show much care about the fact that their star’s partner is going through a pregnancy …

They need Rayman to be on the show , that’s what matters most to them , so as much as he hates the idea of leaving you alone he doesn’t have much of a choice …

< Damn it …

I’m so sorry … if I could stay with you I would , but the Directors … > 

< Hey it’s alright hun , I’m just gonna lay here and rest until you come back , I should be just fine . > 

< Mm … well , maybe I can convince them to let me go home earlier than usual : I don’t want anything to happen to you because I couldn’t be here , y/n … I … I would never forgive myself … > 

< Ray , love … you worry too much . 

Now come here , I didn’t forget about your goodbye kiss ~ > 

< Heh , thank you y/n … mm … ~ 

I’ll be here as soon as I can , I promise . > 

During the immensely frustrating hours where he can’t be with you , Rayman is still going to remain in contact with you by calling you and sending you texts … a lot .

“Hey sweetie ! 

This should be the last interview for today , I can’t wait to see you ! ❤️

How do you feel ? I remember yesterday night you couldn’t sleep much , did you manage to get some rest ? Oh , you should also remember to drink some water if you haven’t already , it really is important , especially now !”

“Hi Ray ! ❤️

I’m okay , don’t worry , I got some sleep and that really helped a lot !

I think our child is happy you’re coming home … I can feel it kicking since I begun writing you this message ! 

We’ll both be waiting for you ❤️❤️”

After Rayman gets home , I hope you’re prepared to be showered with love and affection for the rest of the day :

he just can’t express how much he missed you , from your voice to your beautiful face … you just make him so happy , and knowing that you’re about to start a family together is just everything he could possibly need .

Ramon ���

1 Now that he doesn’t have to care about his job or the orders of the Directors , you better believe that Ramon is never , ever going to leave your side , especially now that you’re pregnant .

He is terrified at the idea of losing his one chance of finding happiness in his otherwise bleak existence … he won’t allow that to happen .

< y/n , where are you going ? > 

< Ah , I’ll be right back Ram , I just wanted to go for a quick walk just outside , my legs are a bit sore and - > 

< I’m coming with you . > 

< You don’t have to do that , love … I know the wounds you got yesterday while fighting those Eden guys still hurt , you should rest . > 

< I don’t … care about that . I need to be there for you . I need to keep you and our child safe .

Please y/n … you’re all I have . > 

< Okay , okay … we’ll go together , hun . I won’t leave you . > 

< Thank you … > 

He finds it especially comforting to gently rest his head on your stomach , listening to the baby’s occasional small movements beneath … 

It’s in little tender moments like these that Ramon can finally put his mind at ease , momentarily forgetting about Eden and the mess you’re in .

< Does this hurt , darling ? > 

< Hmm ? 

Oh no , it doesn’t ! Don’t worry about it …

It actually feels very nice ~ 

Ramon’s mind often gets crowded with unwelcome thoughts about what kind of life will he be able to provide to your kid , given the critical situation you’re currently both in , and as much as he tries to keep those feelings to himself you’re able to understand what’s on his mind . 

< I know you’re worried about our future , I am too … but I just know things will be alright for all three of us . > 

< How do you know that … ? > 

< Oh , that’s easy Ram : 

I have you here with me , and that’s all I need to keep on going !

It’s not going to be easy , but I know we can face what comes next if we stick together , and we’ll be able to make our child grow happily in a good place . > 

< Heh … you always know how to make me feel better , y/n .

I love you so much , you know that … ? > 

< I love you too Ramon … trust me , we are going to be okay . > 

[fear-and-delight-l]

champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright. 

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes. 

Bianca Belair walks into the arena. 

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself. 

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands. 

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her. 

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref? 

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count. 

Oh, I was not letting this happen. 

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out. 

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me. 

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work. 

I hook her arm around my neck. 

I pull her other arm between her legs. 

I hoist her up. 

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay. 

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins. 

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike. 

She makes direct contact with my eye. 

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground. 

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face. 

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref. 

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this?  You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!” 

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified! 

 I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing. 

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!” 

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries. 

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down. 

Rhea is rage. 

She is anger. 

She is graceful yet harsh. 

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands. 

She is beautiful. 

She is a nightmare. 

An eradicator. 

True brutality. 

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it. 

Arm around her neck. 

Leg tucked between the thighs. 

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it. 

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3. 

Done. 

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won. 

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref  hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye, 

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.”  [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea. 

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand. 

Rhea drops her belt. 

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more. 

I realize that we are so  close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer. 

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says, 

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.” 

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her. 

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. 

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft. 

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck. 

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter. 

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion. 

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HEY GUYS

im super proud of this one. IDK i just think its neat. Remember, i take requests and i am very flexible with characters and such.

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[whentherewerebicycles]

2023 in review

2023 was a challenging year but it also brought a lot of joy and positive change. I spent almost 6 out of 12 months of this year pregnant which is kind of weird to think about. here are 10 things, good and bad, that happened to me in 2023:

I hit rock bottom with my horrible job and realized I had to get the fuck out. I think I was pretty depressed/not myself for most of last winter and it was almost completely because of that job (and the sense of lost identity and purpose that came with changing careers). I learned some important things about myself though! namely that I am miserable in easy meaningless jobs that ask absolutely nothing of me and that it’s not worth it to me to make a lot of $$ if my day-to-day work existence is so empty. also I just really, really love working in an university and I missed that kind of work environment (dysfunctional as it can be!) so intensely when I stepped out of it for a while.

my best friend moved to San Francisco (a very easy, very cheap flight from Seattle) and I got to see her SO much, at least once a month and sometimes twice a month. god what a source of incredible, incredible joy that was, especially during the bleak times of Bad Job Despair. AND THEN SHE MOVED HERE OVER THE SUMMER!!!!!! I know our time of living in the same place is probably limited (they are very far from family and about to have a baby) but it is so wonderful to have for now and I feel so so grateful that we will be on maternity leave and learning how to take care of newborns together. I feel like we will keep each other sane, and also I think have a lot of fun in the process.

I started cooking in earnest!!!!! at the start of 2023 I was not a confident cook at all and it took me forever to make even simple things. but this year I made 105 new recipes and became someone who genuinely enjoys cooking as a hobby. I look at recipe blogs for fun now and I get really into meal planning and I find it kinda therapeutic to spend time preparing delicious healthy meals. this is my proudest accomplishment of 2023 because I really intentionally set goals, made a plan, and spent the year successfully executing it. yay!

I went to Japan and Korea with my mom and we had SUCH a good time. it was so fun to see her with her best friend (I’ve never seen my mom with a true BFF before!!) and it was just one of those trips I think we will both remember forever. it made me want to try to travel more with her—no idea how to make that happen with a baby but I’m determined!

I got a new job :) it was truly Dream Job for the first few blissful months and it’s still really, really, really good, just about to get a little more complicated with some internal reorganizations. on the whole though it’s been SUCH a positive experience. I love my team, I really like all the people I’ve met, and I enjoy going to work every day. the one thing missing is that I really, really want to teach and haven’t yet worked out a way to do that. but I am hopeful that I can get there in the next year or two, and then it really might be Dream Job for the long haul.

I spent many months trying to get pregnant. my path was a lot shorter and a lot easier than many people I know (I got pregnant in six total IUI cycles), but lord it also wiped out my savings and then some, and I found the process itself to be joyless and emotionally pretty excruciating. I felt really bad about my body and my gender and my self! it sucked! I don’t want to go into it further just know that I kinda hated it!

I lost my first pregnancy :( I don’t have to relive it here I’ve already processed it aloud so many times but it was one of the harder experiences of my adult life, and I think was made much more difficult by the fact that my SIL was pregnant on almost the exact same timeline, so I watched her live every happy exciting milestone while I was deep in grief. I feel like I’m in an okay place about it now and I’ve done the processing I need to, but boy that was a rough summer. the good part was that I felt so, SO loved and taken care of by my friends and family throughout the entire experience. I will remember that feeling always! but I miss my little baby and I still think about him and I’m still so sad I’ll never get to meet him.

I had a great year with my dogs. I love them so much and gosh they are LOVING life in the pacific northwest—so many trails and so much more outdoor time, especially in the summer. Pip and I did an agility class and an urban parkour class this year and it is always so fun to watch him learn/problem-solve and to bond with him that way. I am hoping to try a class with ruthie this spring (although her leash reactivity is so bad indoors that it might be challenging lol). but yeah they were the lights of my life this year and a source of so much comfort and joy, as always. nothing is better than loving and being loved by little animals who live in your house 😭 I am so lucky to have them.

I started trying to make new friends! and to push myself to be better/more proactive about sustaining and investing in existing friendships! this is going to be one of my main areas of focus/growth for 2024 but I feel like I started making strides in this direction and I want to keep working at it.

I got pregnant again :) I’m 18 weeks along and so far everything is good and baby is healthy. the first trimester was rough and I did not feel like myself!! I felt like it reactivated all of the grief and fear I hadn’t fully resolved yet from the first loss, and I had a really hard time in my own brain for many, many weeks. but the further along I get the better I feel emotionally and the more I open myself up to hope. I am out of my mind excited about being a parent aaaaaaaaaa I wish time would speed up and bring him to me faster! I love him so much already and I think all the time about what he’s going to be like. I cannot wait I cannot wait I cannot wait. and I’m SO excited for my parents too, esp my mom, who is over the moon and has been so great about making me feel loved and supported in this process even as I go it solo. aaaaa I’m going to have a BABY!!!!!! a little tiny baby!!!!!!! he’s going to live in my HOUSE!!!!!!!! I’m trying to make myself enjoy the last months of only being responsible for myself but honestly I’ve had 34 years of that and I’m ready for the next adventure. yayayayayay what a joyful note to end this year on!!!

[originallandlockedmariner]

We live in an era when social media truly does us all a disservice. Post after post of everyone’s highlight reels, filtered and culled. Inspirational words that subconsciously make us feel more and more like we don’t really have our shit together. Like we are somehow fucking up every day, with every choice we make and can only be seen as a disappointment when compared to other people or their significant other. Comparison can definitely be the thief of joy.

There’s recent data that suggests frequent social media use (more than 2 hrs/day) has a negative correlation with levels of relationship satisfaction. Adultery rates increase and trust is tested. And intimate relationships aren’t the only ones affected. If you’ve ever wondered if your friends are jealous about what you post on your page, the answer is “probably.” In order to keep up with the Joneses, many people feel pressure to uphold an unrealistic persona to garner more likes. Feel pressure to only post the bliss. Nearly half of social media users reported feelings of jealousy when reading other people’s blogs, or their posts don’t get as much attention as their friends’. This makes me sad. I get it, but it makes me sad.

So for what it is worth, I can be an oversensitive manchild, grumpy old man, drown in a sea of assumptions, insensitive, needy, wrinkled, overweight, materialistic and - on my worst days - a complete asshole. This is me. This is reality. I make the one’s I love the most feel guilty, angry and fed up. I’m not proud of it, obviously, but in the ethos of transparent honesty, not every minute of my life is double rainbows and baby sloths. Life is life. Relationships are a full time job. I drop the ball a lot. What can I say, I’m a work in progress. I’m aware of it. I know posting pretty pics and earnest words can be misconstrued as gloating or showing off, I see that. I also realize that, to some, not sharing all the petty arguments, pimples, and haggard looking pictures can be seen as being less than honest. I am cognisant of all of that.

No couple never argues or disagrees. It is an impossibility. We argue. I’m also adult enough to admit 9/10 times it’s my fault. I’m working on it. I’m just grateful I am blessed with a partner as ‘two feet in’ I am. A partner who believes in the same values as I do. A partner striving to understand one another, finding common ground and avoiding hurtful words. It is essential to the health and well-being of any relationship. I’m thankful my partner not only listens but really hears me.

I just hope my words are seen as nothing but a personal opinion, shared experience or a thought you can chew on or mull over… or not. As for the filtered pics, the highlight reel snapshots, and etc… I’m working on it. ;)

@daily-esprit-descalier

[thedailytao]

Passage 72

When people become overly bold, then disaster will soon arrive.

Do not meddle with people’s livelihood; by respecting them, they will in turn respect you.

Therefore, the Master knows herself but is not arrogant. She loves herself but also loves others. This is how she is able to make appropriate choices.

The last stanza of this passage captures one of the concepts in Taoism that I like best. That is, not just the concept of humility, but a concept of humility that, unlike Puritanical versions of it, isn’t based on self-reproach, self-loathing, or self-criticism. I am often frustrated with people who take that approach to humility, because it’s just another form of self-obsession. Obsessing about how inadequate you are, you’re still focused on yourself and not focused on other people. You can know yourself, acknowledge yourself, and love yourself. The idea is not to not love yourself. That’s not humility. Humility is loving other people just as much and holding yourself in equal esteem to other people.

Self love and humility are not mutually exclusive.

This, when you follow the thread far enough, is the source of what I like to think of as the Tao of Bliss. Because if you strive to hold all of creation in equal esteem, the natural conclusion is that all of creation becomes beloved to you. Think of your favorite place on earth, your favorite food, the best thing you ever smelled, or a song you can’t help singing along to. Taoism says you should love yourself just as much as you love those things. The things that trouble you, you should love them, too.

It’s not easy – not even a little bit. I continually struggle to reframe my unpleasant experiences to this ideal, but at the end of the day, it is deeply rewarding. It’s not about finding a silver lining in bad experiences either, but about reconceptualizing the entire way you perceive them. For those things that were deeply painful, those things that still cause us pain, it can feel almost impossible. I find that, when I’m unable to bring myself to say, “I’m glad that happened,” I can at the very least say to myself, “That event was a part of my life, and I am deeply grateful for my life.”

When it comes to others, it essentially comes down to empathy. That’s why mentioning someone’s livelihood is so important to this passage: reminding us that our actions can affect other people in existential ways, that we should continually consider the broader impacts of our decisions and put ourselves in the shoes of those we’re impacting. Is this impact something I would want for myself? For a loved one? If we aspire to value everyone equally, we shouldn’t take actions against them that we wouldn’t take against our most beloved friends.

[chirpq]

91+ Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes Happy 16th Birthday!

Sweet 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy sweet sixteen! I wish you a happy and beautiful day as colorful as you are. Go for it! You can do it! This is a big moment for all teenagers. I wish you a special day full of love, joy, and interesting experiences so that you can become an even more beautiful young lady. Happy sweet sixteen! I wish you a day as wonderful as you wish your teenage sweet sixteen birthday. May this year be full of joy, fresh adventures, and your heart’s desires. You deserve the best! Sixty candles, sixty years, sixty reasons to celebrate you and the amazing character you have grown into. Wish you more happy days, cool girl! Happy sixteenth birthday to my favorite and amazing friend! I am so pleased to see you as a strong, smart, and kind-hearted person. May we be there for each other during happy and difficult times—love you! This is a true sentiment of our friendship. It is unbelievable that you have been in this world for only sixteen years after your gorgeous birth. I felt grateful for you every day, my buddy. With your laughter, you bring joy to the world. May you have the most wonderful sweet sixteen! See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 Sweet sixteen –it's the time to brighten! Let this year of all your birthday hopes and dreams come true. Only once in life, a person turns sixteen - be meaningful! Wait a minute, you're growing so fast! Wishing you a great day filled with love! Enjoy your day to the max. A birthday of love, happiness, and adventure. May your wishes come true, as sweet as your birthday cake. May you have the best time. Happy sweet sixteen, darling! Sixteen candles, sixteen years of good cheer. You keep on making my heart full of pride for the lady you turn into. Hang in there and get this deal, my shining star!

Dessert sixteen my best girl, we love you so much. Your kinship, humor, and resilience continue to amaze me every day, a sentiment of true admiration. Cheers to new journeys and peace. I love you.

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Friends

"Happy 16th! Celebrate the year with lots of fun and sweet memory-making!🎉". "Wow, you've turned 16 already! What a great opportunity to race past the finish line and have fun on this ride! 🚗💨 Congratulations and Happy Birthday!" "The most fabulous 16th! 🎂 Hope your day gets just as shiny as you are! " "Cheers to 16 years! 🥂 May future days be as bright as your smile and a happy birthday! " "Wow! 16 already? Congratulations to you, the CEO, for being awesome in this world. I wish you an incredible day." "Happy Birthday, rockstar! 🌟 At 16, the world becomes your stage. Glow fiercely and soar high enough!". "A pair of lit candles 🕯️ can make such a sweet and joyous sight 🎉. Best wishes for a year ahead, just as beautiful and wonderful as you are!" "Happy 16th! I hope this year brings you unlimited joy and an amazing experience you will never forget!" "Sweet 16 is an off-ramp to a new stage!" Cherish every moment and make great memories. Happy Birthday!🎈" See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 "Cheers to you my friend, for being super amazing at 16. I hope your birthday is full of laughter, love, and happiness. 🎁🎉"

Sweet 16th Birthday Messages

A year older and a more beautiful you! I wish you a blissful sixteenth birthday, my coolest friend! I love the universe girl you are becoming. This is your time to be in the limelight—make it memorable. Dear sweet young 16: I can't believe I have such a great, supportive, kind, and creative friend. This year's birthday is special as your adventures take on a new dimension. We're in this together. I'm rooting for you—now get to it and make the most of this year! Being that age is tough, but you always convince us that you are as young as you look with your bright smile and joyfulness. You are like a sparkler that dances all over the place with your blue-sky heart when you are around. Thanks for being an awesome friend—let's party like pint-sized rockstars tonight. May your birthday be blessed with all happy celebrations.

My dear friend, you are my friend and my laughter; you are the source of my joy. I have always been amazed by your sympathetic attitude and silver tongue. On your sweet 16th birthday, I hope you have all the love you need in abundance. You're special—always a breathtaking experience, filled with love. Wow, time flies! I think we were those little kids going around the playground and had no sorrow. Now you're sixteen—with a smile on your lips! I'm so proud of how bold you are. Of course, you are the goddess here. Cheers to you, and happy birthday! Happy birthday to the most wonderful, super girlfriend a girl could ever have! Your cheerful smile and warm heart make every room you walk into seem even brighter. I'm such a lucky person to know you. What's special about the sound sixteen is that it's exactly where you've gotten where you are, and you are truly wonderful. Shine bright, birthday star! Sixteen is one of the big ones, I must admit, and you do it gracefully with your gorgeous smile and outgoing character. You always fill the room with your lively heart. You rule, and I can't wait to be the rock stars together partying! I wish you the best on your birthday. My dear friend, you fill my heart with happiness and give me so much laughter. I admire your generous attitude and sense of humor. I wish you a perfect Sweet 16. Above all, feel well-loved; that is what you deserve. You're unique, so go ahead and have a great day! See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 Wow, time flies! Those endless days spent on the playground seem almost like hours ago. See you now; seeing you at 16! I am beyond proud of the strong woman that you are becoming. You are worth it - happy birthday, the best is still to come.

Happy 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy sweet 16! I hope your special day is as full of magic as you are! Enjoy this milestone birthday! It is such a thrill to become 16! Here's your ticket to the open road and new journeys are calling. Have a wonderful birthday! I wish you that your 16th birthday will be as beautiful as your smile. Demain c'est encore toi, au demain ! This is a wise birthday to a nostalgic friend! 16 will undoubtedly be the best of your years. Yet, we shall celebrate all those moments in the future! You are unique—easy-going, funny, and smart, too. Here's to you, dear, on your 16th birthday celebration. Your friendship is indeed precious. Have a beautiful day! It's Sweet 16 – my, you're becoming so responsible! I couldn't be more pleased to see you becoming the beautiful young lady you are now. Happy birthday is a good one, you shine so bright! Sixteen candles will be on top of your cake this year, for sixteen years of laughter and happiness you have conveyed to us all. Happy birthday to you - we are happy to have you around here!

The sweet 16 birthday is incredibly amazing! The best is yet to come as I see your bright future through these words right here. All the best on your fresh birthday. Your joyful smile lights up every room. I wish your perfect day were as elegant as yours. Enjoy your first annual candle-lighting ceremony it's going to be a sweet day! Birthdays are the best times to feel loved and blessed. With this sweet sixteen celebration, you have got yourself a birthday wish.

Funny 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy 16th birthday! Now, instead of (breaking the law) by driving, you can drive... directly to the DMV to get your learner's permit. Spend slower and earn more! Yay, you've made it through one more year before the grand momentous year, usually at 18! Just imagine: After only two more years, you will be old enough to vote... and, inevitably, it will be the candidate your parents would like you to vote for. Discover your flights of fantasy as well as the true meaning of dependency. See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes Happy birthday, filled with love and happiness! Are you kidding me, it was 16 years ago when the stork brought you out! All truly I can say, is that such an amount of time drags when someone gives you trouble. Thanks for being a great kid :) Is it already your 16th time around the sun? Be sure you take enough sunscreen for all the new tasks to come! Lol, I'm not going to lie. You'll continue to find new ways to avoid work and stress out your parents simultaneously. Great sense of you! Happy birthday! Now you can get a part-time job... so you can start paying rent since you think you're “all grown up”.Just kidding!Sort of. Enjoy your special day!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Brother

Happy 16th birthday, bro! It makes me so happy to be your brother. Thank you for always having my back. I hope you have a fun day! Hey brother, congrats on turning sixteen! I'll never forget you when you were a tiny baby. You have become an incredible young man by now. I am so proud of you. Enjoy your special day!

I can't believe my baby brother is sixteen now! Time has flown by. You help add color to my dull hues of life. I pray that your birthday is as superb as you are. Love you! We are all turning 16 today, and I'm so happy I got to spend this time with you. Best wishes for always being there for me; it is a cherished sentiment. Have the best birthday ever! You deserve it! Enjoy the day, my good man. Happy birthday to the greatest mature brother! Thanks for always being there for me through all of them. Let's say, I love you. Best wishes for a brilliant year to come.Love you lots!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Sister

My dear sister, these sixteen years have passed so quickly, and you've turned out to be the most beautiful young lady. I'm so proud of the person you are being shaped into, and can not wait to see what next year holds for you. Have a fantastic birthday! Congratulations on your 16th round of the orbit, my great-sister. I am so grateful to you, who always keeps me smiling and happy. How can I thank you enough? You are important. Have the best birthday! Sister, you have always been my best friend. The past 16 years have been so great! I also believe that the next stage of your life will be awesome. You don't have to worry; I'll be here for you always. Have a wonderful day! When you turn 16, it's such a fun time; it feels like life is finally starting. What a pleasure for me to be part of your life. You're the one and the only sister. Have a great birthday. See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes Culture is sisterly: if you smile, your smile lights up my world, a true sentiment of warmth. Thanks to you I never felt alone. I hope the day is as special as you are - enjoy your 16th birthday in a sparkling mood!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Daughter

My favorite one, my dearest daughter, on your 16th birthday, I'm delighted at what an awesome young woman you've become. Let this year be the year of joy, adventures, and cherished moments as you grow into your better self. I love you the world! Best daughter, have a wonderful, joyous, sweet 16th birthday. I still cannot believe I was cradling you for the first time; it feels like yesterday. I am so lucky to see how much you grow and develop each year. Have a magical day! My heart is full of adoration and pride for you as you shine with your generosity, wit, and joy every day. Turning 16 is so incredibly cool; it is your year to glow. Happy sweet 16th birthday! I am here for you no matter what. Love you to the moon and back.

On your birthday, to my beautiful girl, I share my heart filled with immense joy and pride. I believe in you, you can do it. This sentiment strengthens our bond. The world is awaiting your passion, brightness, and creativity. Shine on! My dearest wonderful child, you are my superhero, who has brought me unbounded joy during the last 16 years. I'm extremely proud of the caring, smart, and friendly girl you are becoming. Use this moment to own your now: you can do it! I love you so much.

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Son

Son, at 16, makes a new story out of life. Happy 16th birthday! I hope you feel that your life has been transformed and that you have become a wonderful person. Happy sweet 16! For my awesome boy, you have been a pillar of my 16 years of special moments. Even though the storm may rage, keep dreaming, and finally you'll be able to accomplish anything. Love you! My own wildest expectancy never spots you maturing so quickly. Chase your dreams I'll be there, cheering you along the way. I loved you being the coolest son in the world, Now it's time to step forward and face the next challenge of life together. This included selfies with storks, talking about the situation on the social network, organizing flash mobs, and ending with “You will – enjoy a perfect day!” You, son, my light, nothing in this world can compete with you. Keep working hard as you did before. That's why I am so proud of you, my son! Happy 16!

Simple Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes for Daughter

Dear daughter of mine, on your fifteenth birthday, I’m wishing you a happy sixteenth saying, how I'm proud of the wonderful girl that you've become I Hope you will be able to be as triumphant as you already are. Happy birthday! My darling, I am so struck by the texture of my heart's emotions, making a joyful web of each day you bring into my heart. Sweet 16, you; I wish all your wishes and dreams lead you to the new path. This cute note will cheer you every day and wish you a blissful day—go ahead and make the most of every moment! See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes To my daughter, you are the only and the greatest happiness of my life. Making this joyful and cheerful sixteen you wish for every kid so that you can enjoy it with happiness and laughter will be the start of a new chapter for you. I can't say that this doesn't make me supremely proud of you!

You were my little princess, and the best moments in the past years were when you were growing up and becoming an independent, courageous, and talented young lady. Now, as a little girl on the cusp of becoming a lady, I hold you in my heart with all the admiration you've created. Enjoy the amazing journey of being who you are. I hope that you celebrate this then and always. My heartbeat, my dear child, it's only because of the glow of your smile that I exist. Happiest 16th birthday to you! I appreciate any love and empathy you radiate returning to you as a beautiful reminder of your unique personality. You are pretty much unique—celebrate her!

Lovely Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes for Son

My boy, already 16 years old, has flown like a bird. I am so happy with the son you have grown in me. May this year bring you joy, new adventures, and unforgettable memories. Happy birthday, filled with love and excitement! Happy sweet 16! To the wonderful son of mine who can brighten up my days and make me smile every second, I'm humbled to be your mom and to be here and see you growing bigger and better day by day. Have a happy, sweet 16th birthday! I'm celebrating your coolest birthday, my dear, on this memorable 16th birthday. You got big in the blink of an eye, but your smile is still the cutest. This is the most fortunate position of my life. I’m glad I can be your pa. Have an awesome day! See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes My son, you are a source of so much joy to me. I'm cheering for you as you flap your wings and stretch your boundaries! Oh no! This is it! New life chapter! While you turn into a sixteen-year-old, we praise your beauty and wish you a great and encouraging period. Love you! On your celebratory day, dear son. I hope what you want and dream of as much as possible and be a better human being whom you are proud of. You are inrained with love, and you will never forget your essence. Make your freshman year amazing with your private sporting arena—the best sweet 16 ever!

Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes For Niece

My favorite little angel is turning 16 today. Happy birthday to you, filled with love and joy! Your accomplishment shows how much you have become a mature and beautiful young girl. The woman you're becoming makes me so proud of myself. The students can make the most of this day and feel exhilarated about the upcoming holidays! Continue to shine bright, niece! I wish you a very happy birthday! Being 16 is an eye-opener (an amazing learning experience). I'm sure I will look back on it with many new experiences, happy adventures, and beautiful moments with my friends. You deserve it all! To my dear niece celebrating her sixteenth birthday- you make me so happy. I recall the times you would make me chuckle and smile and I appreciate it endlessly. I hope you have one very great day and it will be as incredible as you are! Enjoy this new chapter!

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[mindlessthots]

I’ve been getting all sad boii lately and I don’t know if it’s valid or I’m overthinking. Overall, things have been pretty good. Not great?

I feel like we are texting/communicating less. I know she’s busy with work/friends/moving, but I feel like you want to talk to someone if you like them. We had a dinner date yesterday and I was not fully there mentally. I remember getting ready and thinking, so I even want to go? Usually I get all giddy and excited to see her, but I think the lack of communication has made me question things. I try to compliment and tell her how I feel, only to be left unanswered for days. It makes me feel unwanted and irrelevant. Going back to the date, dinner was going pretty well. However when we walked out, she stated that she was planning on going home. It was less than 2 hours which was the shortest we’ve ever hung out. Again, she came after work and had a long weekend. She stated she enjoyed getting dinner and was glad to see me. Things like this shouldn’t make me question things, right?

I just am so confused in all of this. I think it’s because this is the first time I really, deeply like someone. I want this so badly and I am terrified of it not working. I feel like every small bump/hiccup has me freaking the eff out for no reason. I also have issues communicating how I feel and I think I need to be more transparent with my emotions. Saying it’s fine or don’t worry is not healthy for me when deep down it bothers me. I felt hurt when our date ended abruptly, but I brushed it off. They I went home and wallowed. It’s the next day and I’m wallowing. I feel like a big ol’ baby bitch right now.

I care so much for her and it hurts. I am pouring out more than I normally do and it’s not healthy for me. I think the hardest part is how independent I’ve been and comfortable with it. I am trying to find that balance and happiness of staying independent, but also adding a new aspect into my life.

She has reassured me in many ways on how she feels like making future plans with her friends, insinuating that she wants me to be at her new apt, and talking long term. I think for me I need to work on being confident in myself, our current relationship, and knowing this will work out. All this negative talk and feelings of uncertainty is just blowing things out of proportion.

To finish this post, I want to state some positives from yesterday. She was beautiful as always, her lips were so soft and tender, she opened up more about her relationship with her mom, I was in bliss just being her presence, and most importantly I am so grateful for every moment I got to spend with her.

I could dwell on minute details that leave a sour taste in my mouth or I can focus on the wonderful aspects that I get to experience with her. I am blessed to be able to feel so deeply for someone. It makes me glad that there is a person out there that I care so much for and that I know feels for me too.

I cannot put out expectations for someone that I have not communicated what I want/need. I can only put into action what I want and should do. I want her to feel supported and I am making an effort for us. She is worth it and I will work for it.

[shawnjacksonsbs]

Introspection.

Always between the lines.

Always, always, always read between the lines. 4-29-23

“Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You've been out ridin' fences for so long now

Oh, you're a hard one

I know that you got your reasons

. . . .

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home" - the Eagles

This ~ signifies a new note, but when I say read between the lines, I'm talking about these lines " ". lol

~ Compassion and empathy tend to reside in the grayer parts of life more than in the black n white areas.

~ People always say things like "If I knew then what I know now, man, look out".

But aside from Toby Keith you rarely, if ever, hear "If I didn't know now, what I didn't know then".

The one is because of the gains that would come from what we only know as hindsight now. Lol It's because we'd eliminate all struggle and jump straight to the end of each . . .whatever.

The other is asking for more of an "ignorance is bliss" type of thing, but wouldn't that way ensure more struggle?

I'm hoping to get some gains as well, as I keep notes over the next few days.

As of right now, the reward without the work isn't where I'm at in life.

Granted I'll sometimes let others pay for my meal, but I'm not looking for a bunch of free stuffs. That includes my life lessons. Lol no lol

And I don't say that because if I went back and changed things I'd lose me. I'm afraid I'd lose people and relationships I have now, or had before. I'm cool on all that. I'm just fine right where I am.

Also, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking for more struggles either. I just mean I can handle the ones I have and I'm grateful for the ones I had, because of the how and especially the why.

~ I do fairly well at making the most, and best, out of every situation I get dealt. At least I feel like I do.

Acceptance of the real helps with the peace. Which, in turn, looks and feels like positivity most of the time.

Handling it.

What's that one saying, "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough"?

I'm grateful because it is all privilege.

I'm kind because I've felt cruelty.

I love because I've felt hate from inside and outside of myself.

And smart enough to know I could lose everything in a fucking second, and it wouldn't even have to be my fault.

~ 10 years.

10 years is coming up quicker than I'd have ever thought it would . . .10 years ago.

Time moved painfully slow at first. Now we're here though, and I've gained more than my fair share.

~ My insurance company came back and offered me a joke for the loss of my truck after they totaled it. Luckily, I have an old friend out in the country for a win, and . . .I get to keep my truck.

I have more wins than losses because of the people in my life. Win/win

Measure and judge people by their individual character and the content of their heart and you'll probably do better in life. (Keep your boundaries though. Lol)

~ I guess before I close this up I need your assistance again. If you pray, will you, and if not can we just all keep my oldest son in our positive thoughts and in our hearts, as he is about to embark on a yearlong and extensive care program down in the Ozarks. This is the step that could lead to the next one. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Like I said before compassion and empathy tend to reside in the gray parts of life more than in the black n white areas.

Remember to share your love and your laughter with the world around. And be kind as always as you can, civil where you can’t. Also, keep your hypocritical judgments to your fucking self. I’m getting sick at looking out for people who claim almighty, just for them turn out. . .not what they preach. It gets old. Seriously.

Until next week;

"You know I've always been a dreamer (spent my life running round)

And it's so hard to change

Can't seem to settle down

But the dreams I've seen lately

Keep on turning out and burning out and turning out the same

So put me on a highway

Show me a sign

Take it to the limit

One more time" - From Take it to the Limit by the Eagles

[prvncesswrath]

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MICAHVILLANELLE: Meeting you was the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me, and loving you is the single most meaningful experience of my life. You were nothing short of perfect for me from the moment we met. It's hard to believe that not only have we been inseparable since then, but also that it's already been more than a decade since we first came together. I can't believe how much time I've spent with you and yet it feels like no time has passed at all. You've always made me feel like I'm your top priority and have never run away when challenges have come our way. You really are my lifeline, who I talk to about absolutely everything - my prince, my everything in this world. You are deeply embedded in every aspect of me: my heart, my soul, and undeniably a huge part of who I am as a person today. Your one-of-a-kind attitude is contagious and has probably helped turn me into the carefree woman that I am. Even so, it's still difficult for me to be anything other than myself around you because there's so much love inside of me and because you're so wonderful just as you are; one day our imperfections will magically seem perfect again. Every second that we spend together is something, We have been together for a LONG time, and there's not a single thing I would ever trade. Not only do you have half of my heart, but you've managed to teach me that life is more than just exams and jaded impressions. For so long I was meek--but now I am different. You took the time to challenge me, and it made me grow into the person I am today. You are my first love, Atticus, so it will be impossible for anyone else to feel the same way as you felt about me for the first time. And even if we go through rough patches in life; we still know that this is how things are supposed to be going.

You make me feel special like no one else can, and I hope that one day you'll see how happy I am because of all the things we've done together.I have never been so joyful in my life like I am with you. Never have I regretted anything ever that we've done together. Disregarding the ups and downs in our lives, just looking at you, showers me with thousands of bliss. The day I walked down the aisle and saw your shy, yet loving smile for all to see was the best day of my life - if not the most amazing day. You were, are, myonly love. Half of my heart belongs to you and will forever remain that way. You have taught me many things about life and introduced me to twists and turns; it's made a less tedious one. You're still my favorite adventure, everywhere you go is an experience I can't refuse.  My husband, the love of my life, and the best friend I’ve ever had; the two of us will look after each other and make memories together, forever, until we die. There are no boundaries in my relationship with you, so no matter where or what happens I know that the rest of my life will be exactly the same whether in Europe, America, Australia, or Japan, and that’s exactly what I wanted to share with you. Our love is indestructible, unbreakable and forevermore mine. 

My love and my happiness are only yours, no one else's will ever come close to it. My love and my joy will always be yours too. As I said before, I have no doubts about that at all. Thank you for everything that you give me and thank you for making me your wife. I’m so grateful to you! With all my love; and I hope we can see each other for many more years to come. Happy wedding anniversary, mon prince xoxo. 

@pcisxnivys

[buckyownsmylife]

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

[oftenderweapons]

Seoulmate | MYG

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, spicy (with smutty implications)

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Yoongi and Kitten are basking in their post-engagement bliss. And as Yoongi tries to write his vows — and fails miserably — he decides he can bare one more part of his soul. (Similarly to L.A. Confidential, Yoongi and Kitten exchange some spicy texts during a group dinner and after letting out some steam, Yoongi takes a moment to reflect on his time with Kitten).

Warnings: sexting (mentions of pegging, strap on, oral sex, 69)

My masterlist is here!

Kitten, love

It was painful to get out of bed while you were there, asleep, beautiful.

I wanted to sleep next to you, to bask in your peace, in your calm.

But I stood up and came over here in the studio, to think.

It's been two weeks since I said yes to you, to life with you, to being with you forever.

I'll say this before you start getting worried: I don't regret it.

I love you and I don't regret it. Ever since the moment I met you, my only regret is not opening up sooner to you. I wish I'd laid myself bare from the moment I first saw you.

I wish I'd let you read me like a book, scrutinise me with your attentive eyes that so often are focused on minuscule details, like when you pour over your law books and your case studies.

I knew you would have tread softly on me. And you would have read me perfectly, right from the start.

But I'm also glad we didn't risk it, because I'm glad of where we are right now and I'm not so confident that any other path would have brought us here, not with my secluded personality that closes up like a clam whenever someone gets too close too fast.

I think I've been raised like a stray for all my life, and dammit, it feels perfect to be domesticated by you.

You made me your loyal, devoted pet, and I've never been more grateful.

I took this pen tonight because I intended to write my wedding vows, but once more I have failed. Whenever I try — it's the fourth time now — I always get distracted and find myself writing this sort of diary to you.

It's like a logbook of my exploration of you, and hopefully I'll keep updating it till my last day at your side — even more hopefully the last day of my life.

You know I'm not romantic, but for you I'll give it a try, because I've learnt that when with the right people, even the impossible can happen.

And the most impossible happened the day my mind learnt of you, the moment I apprehended your existence.

That was the moment you entered my mind, and ever since then you never left it.

There’s this part of me, whenever I come back home, the part that says “I’m home” and I know it’s because I just walked in, but it’s mostly because finally I am with you. Any day, doesn’t matter how long, is better when I know I’ll be home, I’ll be in your arms at the end of it all.

And then again, you know I’ve been scared to hug people all my life and I did it anyway, and it’s not because I don’t like it, but because I don’t know when to let go. I like holding on, if I could I’d never let go at all, but then again I don’t want the other person to feel awkward or to hold on to me for pity, and not because they actually want to. But with you, I know you hold on because we need it, both of us, and you’d never let go of me, because you always say you want to hold me all the time.

Sometimes I’m afraid I don’t hold you (or allow you to hold me) for long enough, but then I remember you’re not the type to be afraid of asking and I manage to relax.

God, Kitten, I love you so much.

Most of the time I forget you’re not an extension of myself – I mean, that we’re one thing, that we’re the same thing. I get careless and treat you the way I would treat myself, I push you through the same bullshit I push myself through and I kiss you with the intensity I would want to be kissed in return. I cook you my favourite meals, buy for you things I would love for myself, clothes I would wear myself. And I don’t know if you say it because you don’t want to break my heart or because you’re too damn good for this world, but you love all of that. It feels like I know you, like the universe had been shaping us to fit perfectly against each other, inside each other.

I never understood how intimate the word “penetration” could feel – and I don’t mean it as the divine experience of having sex with you. I was thinking of how I feel like you’re a knife to me, sinking inside me so deep until flesh regrows around you, and I almost feel normal again, but then as I go about my day, I shift and you shift inside me, I see some memory of you, of us, and then I feel you moving inside me, like a ghost, caressing your fingertip against my mind. There’s nothing sweeter than that.

There’s nothing sweeter than walking down a street and seeing something at the window and thinking, “oh, she would love that”.

There’s nothing sweeter than seeing the billboards of a show we were thinking of watching together, nothing sweeter than someone ordering your favourite food during a business meal and my face lighting up in a smile as memories flow through my brain like a movie. All of them, Kitten.

I’m so yours. I have no other words to explain it but these. I am. So. Yours.

And there’s no other thing I want to be.

There’s no other way but be your husband and wear your ring and have you wear mine, like a person holding their pet’s leash – for protection rather than for ownership.

Kitten… If you could see yourself through my eyes…

Sometimes I cry because I can’t bear the thought of missing you, because with you, the verb “missing” takes its most literal and violent meaning.

I miss you like one would miss a limb, like a puppy misses their owner. Sometimes I sit alone at home and feel like whining until you come back, and I hate the absence of you until my soul grows blue and the colour drips out of me and all over the sofa, dripping to the floor, rising like a tide until I feel I am suffocating.

But then you appear and the blue washes away and there’s warmth and suddenly I don’t even care your absence ruined my mood because you’re back! You’re here! And I feel like I was being silly and I just hug you.

You always complain when I don’t let you get changed straight away after you come home from work, when I “hold you hostage”, as you call it, on the sofa, but you don’t realise that when I do I am clinging to you like you’re a lifeline, saving me from the tide of the blues.

I feel so silly for writing all of this stuff and I can already imagine the teasing smile you’ll wear, grinning through the tears once you read this.

But for now I’m getting too emotional, so I guess I’ll just close my entry here and go back to bed, to you. I’ll hold on tight, baby. I’ll hold you as tight as you need me to.

I’ll tell you I love you and you’ll probably be asleep. You’ll probably wake up sweaty and sticky because I’ll be clinging to you and I’ll probably wake up once you move away. I’ll leave you some space, reassured by the fact that your hand’s in mine as we fall asleep again. And by morning come we’ll be sprawled over each other all over again.

Goodnight, Kitty cat. Sleep safe.

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Odd Rumble of Thunder - Thor x Reader

(A/N)

Hey guys! I wanted to personally thank you all for the kind comments and messages, they really inspire me to continue writing more and the support truly means a lot! Also, I just found out how to access post replies, I apologize I haven’t gotten to reading them since my first story, I’m still trying to figure out the gist of things here on Tumblr! Anyways, recently I’d only been posting more on Poseidon, so here’s a special one for our Norse god of thunder (aka the god I simp for the most). This idea came to me while out on a camping trip, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would really be welcomed and appreciated!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Odd Rumble of Thunder

Thor x Reader

Even before the news spread like wildfire, Thor had become under the tyranny of a good habit to bringing his wife with him wherever he may go. It stood to reason that he would never be so careless to invite you over to danger, hence why, at a god’s ephemeral notice, he had stopped seeking direction for his combative side, but when, at last, he had to venture, he made much quicker work of it than when he would have otherwise.

Inarguably, if you’d wanted to lay down and rest instead, it was a surety you’d receive your meals in bed, unbothered. But for Thor there was no guarantee he’d ever have to worry about you, so the whole of Asgard knew by now he’d drop whatever he was doing to accompany you, uncaring about diplomacy in the first place.

Not that Odin nor Loki minded either; especially since the Allfather knew more about the concerns of a father expecting their first child. Moreover, Loki enjoyed shapeshifting into his cousin during days he was absent. It was much more fun to cause mischief legally, as he would say.

Today, Thor stood by his wife who sat comfortably in her rocking chair on the porch, allowing a full view of the hills that sloped gently down to the grand gardens. You were seven months along, approaching the eight month, the swell of your stomach now far more prominent.

At the very moment you had begun to show, you had a companion of whom would almost never leave your side, your husband’s absence in the kingdom gradually becoming more frequent, more lengthened, till at last his presence among his people became an exception. Despite your constant reassurances that you would be fine, Thor insisted on staying, casually sweeping aside your thoughts regarding his habitual sense of duty.

“I would only be gone for nine months to tend to my wife and child, they should fare well on their own lest they are more incompetent than I would’ve thought.” Thor had told you once before, and you’d decided not to question him further on that. You understood your husband’s concerns, to be truthful, you had a few of your own as well, so having Thor assist you alleviated some of the stress and worry concerning your child’s safety.

Especially now that you were nearing your due date. For instance, you were having the toughest time moving, suffering primarily from the weight in your belly and pains in your back and legs that made walking and even standing difficult. What made the physical strain worse too was your child’s eagerness to know you and Thor both, unable to stay long in one position, much like their father’s enthusiasm for battle.

“How are you feeling?” Thor’s question rested upon a rather precise calculation of the last time he had asked the same only a short moment before. It was quite visible in his actions that he did not want to cause any negative feelings if he could help it, though desiring you to avoid stress as much as possible.

You smiled. “Come close. You’ve been standing there for ages just ogling at me.” You opened your arms out wide. “Are you not tired?”

Truth be told, despite Thor’s constant need to remain close to his wife, he felt a real, undeniable fear of touching you, specifically, your abdomen. He closed the distance between until he was right in front of you, staring down at you with hard eyes. Longing leaped like a flame reaching out in his celestial yellow orbs.

“Love, I am always grateful for your concern for me. And I am feeling much better just knowing you’re beside me.” You raised yourself up, pushing against the chair to try to stand. Thor rushed forward, held you then put his hands under your arms to lift you up. Your child was growing fast. “But how about you? How are you feeling?”

You inched closer, your fingers playing with the locks of his hair that you could reach. “Aside from the stress of waiting, I’ve noticed that you have something else weighing on your mind.

“Tell me, what is it?”

At the sight of you through his warworn eyes, his mind was filled with bliss. For that loving glance of yours, he felt a divine presence and holy atmosphere that seemed to pervade everything around you. Having an inkling of what you were hinting at though, he broke your gaze, in an attempt to avert the guilt you conferred on him.

“Please. We’re in this together, I would want nothing more than to help you back as much as you’ve helped me.” Thor felt you shift in his arms, get more comfortable. He felt the bulk of your child across his legs, the weight no doubt pulling you down. Seeing you in pain like that, was sad and unbearable, and the gnawing feeling grew stronger. And since he knew you were always so full of strength and determination, always unrelenting in your attempts to make him feel better, he began,

“I am afraid.” Red eyebrows drew together.

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might accidentally hurt you and our child,” Thor took a deep breath in then let it out in a sigh while taking a step back. “I do not want that to happen, even if I want to be at your side at all times. And this frustrates me to no end.”

Thor did himself a favor by giving attention to anything other than his wife, refusing to be a witness on the sadness and any he may have caused. Dealing with his own disappointment was nothing new, but he had trouble dealing with the fact that he was the cause of yourpain. He wished he could take his troubles which escaped, hanging in the air, and all the bad feelings on himself and let things continue as they were, but he knew it didn’t work that way. You needed to know that he only wanted you and your child safe and protected, even from himself.

He could not understand how the cosmos could play such a cruel joke on the both of you: you, bore so much pain because of one of the greatest affairs of life, and him, the strongest deity in the Pantheon, was powerless against the natural laws of existence.

Strong shoulders slumped, head bowing as stray strands of red hair fell over Thor’s brow. Not again. He did not wish to be reminded of the cautious sympathy his father and cousin had approached him with. His stomach lurched whenever the subject of your frailty came up. Dread and a terrifying fear overwhelmed his soul for the first time, the thought of losing you−

“Hey,” Your voice which lingered on the gentle breeze brushed against Thor’s face, pulling him out of his stupor. He refocused, turning his gaze onto your sweet face.

How were you able to hold yourself up well despite your obvious pain and suffering? Did you not bear the same nervousness as he did? The answer was obvious, practically screaming in Thor’s ears but became deaf following his guilt and clouded instincts. For a long time since you’d first told him about the news, he bore these worries in silence; but when at length he’d been perplexed by your introspection−or seeming lack of it. Why, in fact, did you concern yourself with him at all? Compared to you, there was hardly any threat to his own life posed. Why had you always done more to make him feel better when you were the one who needed it most?

Cutting through the haze he found himself in was the shape of you, or maybe your hair billowing in the wind, a wisp of it across your face, and then suddenly the feel of your skin, the sense of your head on his chest. Even if it were fleeting, that alone brought him the possibilities of comfort that he’d so needed. Oh, how he missed this; you cupped his big callously marble hands around yours, caressing them so tenderly, as if he were fragile and might break, so short it could never be pulled back.

As he relished the warmth of the blaze you gave him for the winter of unease, he’d realized much sooner that the coldness that inched its icy fingers up his spine still threatened to battle your kind words, you, his very own wife, and he detested himself for being unsure whether or not it was of his own doing; was he pushing you away when you’d only wanted to offer your help?

Thor’s immediate impulse was to pull back from you, abruptly halted by your fingers which slipped between his now splayed hand. You wrinkled your nose in a delightfully unguarded manner that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Do you remember the first time we said our vows?” If only you knew the way Thor perceived you: in his eyes, your radiant smile reflected the morning sunlight of Valhalla, for a split second picturing the moment you’d walked down the aisle, that headpiece on your head instantiating the paradox of mystery that once lifted revealed your beautiful face, marking it the best day of his long life. Something warm bloomed in his chest once again and spread its heat out through every vein in his body. He remembered the smooth feel of the veil against his cheek after sealing your promise with a kiss, his lips parting with a breathless sigh.

“Your hands caressed my fit of nerves with light, tender touches and then inspired me with hard, passionate embraces,” With effortless ease, you lifted your intertwined hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckle. Thor watched with great admiration your every move, the desire to distance himself was now but an afterthought. Nothing would ever separate him from you when all you’d ever done was pull him closer than ever.

Then, you sought out his hand, kissing his palm as he stroked your face. You clung onto his arms, gripped at his chest as if you were searching for warmth, as if you needed his touch, and much like him, couldn’t bear to be even an inch away. His mind was still slowing its racing to let him mutter something in response, so he allowed himself to be entranced by how smooth and sure of yourself you were, with nothing to mar the calm serenity of your features. Your smile seemed to be a natural adornment, the utter gentleness in your eyes, reminded him of every morning when he woke up, he would see you by his side, as well as your sleeping snoring face. Right at that moment, the silly scream finally made it to the deaf god’s ears:

He was your haven,

The place you called home and went to find peace.

As Thor immersed himself in your smell, your sparkling eyes, he felt the excruciating cold all melt away in your warmth. No more seeds of doubt with which to sow and seek his destiny. Slowly, he began to see his surroundings from a keener point of view, realizing, then appraising them: from the passing wind your hair messed which he pushed aside, tucking it behind your ear, to how his sash seemed to fit him better indeed, rather than cling onto his skin even tighter as brutally as it had done before. He noticed the minute changes since he’d last taken a good look at you months ago: a little flusher on your skin, lines around the eyes a little deeper, a little increase in body temperature.

He pulled you closer, his actions not arising from calculation instead led by instinct. You let him take more of your weight, your belly pressed against his stomach as you sighed, his fingers working wonders on massaging the muscles that had been much abused in carrying the baby’s weight. A sudden wrenching through his sash struck Thor’s heart and had him holding his breath.

The baby had moved, and he’d felt it.

Bending down, he buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as he drank in your scent. Your arms wrapped around his back as he connected in this loving embrace, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with your own.

“Our child would no doubt love to be enveloped in their father’s safe arms,” With a light, gentle touch, your fingers ran through Thor’s hair, making him shiver with delight.

On that day, only the beautiful gardens of Asgard became privy to nothing more than a moment in which husband and wife reached for the same comfort and their concerns met. These gardens were simultaneously the very same place where Thor had first avoided the problems that plagued his mind, but also became exactly the same place where he’d find solace in the arms of his lovely wife.

Resting his hand on where his child was, he recognized that familiar feeling turning up, but upon realizing the bittersweet irony of and within these gardens, the revelation came to him: happiness could also come from the very object of fear.

And as you had an unmovable trust in him, there was an unspoken mutual understanding that he too, should put his trust in you.

[thebadboyfanclub]

It’s Alright Darling (Sherlock x Reader)

Ok... Was this requested? No. Am I writing it cause anything Henry Cavill related makes me feel happy? Yes. Enjoy!

Being Sherlock Holmes assistant was something a lot of people would kill for and that makes it even better if you think about the irony of it. However, since Sherlock wasn’t a normal person to mostly everything he did, he had decided to hire a woman as his assistant, Mycroft called him mad and unhinged almost every time he brought up her name. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he had ever been around, combining that with a charming personality was the recipe to success.

“Well, well, well I see my brother is full of surprises”

“Hello there Mycroft is so nice to see you again as well”

She spoke in an clearly ironic tone as she took of her gloves, she was never a fan of hats other than the occasions she knew she would be under the sun for hours. As she walked in the living room area for what seemed like their childhood home, Sherlock had requested for (y/n) to arrive a day later than the brothers, knowing that her and his older brother were like oil and water he chose to “prepare the grounds” first.

“Where is the young little Holmes?”

“Inside, talking with miss Harrison”

“Alright... who is miss Harrison?”

“Miss Harrison is an excellent teacher and a friend of mine, come to think of it maybe you should go in and ask her to take you as well... you might be a bit old but I’m sure she can make an exception”

Mycroft found (y/n) intolerant, she was dismissive, unladylike, mouthy and a feminist, he still does not understand what asset do she brought to his younger brother. She only smiled while sitting at one of the chairs

“I will let you know I was an excellent student in all my academic achievements, although I suppose you were one as well that doesn’t really prove someone’s intelligence or manners, right mister Holmes?”

Sherlock let a laugh be heard at (y/n)’s quick response, even though he would never take sides and sometimes wanted them to get along, he had accepted that it would never happen and simply enjoyed the situation.

“Amused brother? Of course you are as mad as her since you didn’t only hire her, you kept her around and brought her in my home”

“Now Now mister Holmes, what type of gentleman would you be if you threaten to through out not just a lady but your younger brothers guest, unfortunately you are just further proving my point about our little quarrel”

Before he had the chance to respond a young girl walked in, wearing a white undergarment dress and looking disheveled. The girl who (y/n) could only assume was the infamous Enola didn’t even notice her being in this room.

“No, don’t do this to me. Let me remain happy, I am happy here”

“You are a young woman now Enola, you need an education”

“Test me, on anything you think I need to know in order to be sufficient for this world”

“If she taught you so well, you wouldn’t be standing in your undergarment in front of me”

Silence fell in the room for a quick second. His disgusting answer to his own sister made (Y/n) get on her feet, Enola quickly let her gaze fall on the young woman that was now in her house.

“Why is that a problem Mister Holmes? Undergarments are scandalous for the men when a woman they are interested in wears them, she is your underaged sister”

“This is a family matter, it does not- I repeat- does not concern you”

“Of course it does not concern me, but it does concern me when a young girl is being held accountable for walking in her home, to her brothers, completely covered and still being shamed for it”

Enola understood by that quick argument the lady was not here because of Mycroft, so it only meant she was Sherlocks company, she is not his wife since if not invited he would have at least informed their mother, so perhaps a girlfriend?

“Enola you have no hopes of making a husband out of your state, neither do you... miss (y/l/n)”

“I don’t want a husband”

Enola claimed, raising her voice at the ridiculous claim her brother made. Even though they haven’t been properly introduced they had developed a mutually liking for each other, at a brief look they seemed to have the same outlook on life.

“And that is another thing you need to have educated out of you”

At that Enola turned to look at her other brother, Sherlock, who had remained radio silent throughout this entire conversation. Enola kneeled in front of him, as Sherlock looked at her and then broke eye contact to look down at the book he was holding.

“Sherlock, Don’t let him do this to me”

“You are his ward”

“Make me yours. Guide me. Teach me. For him I am nuisance. For you-”

“Enola. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands”

“Just like his cruelty to our mother was out of your hands”

Cruelty to their mother? No, Sherlock would have never allowed his mother to go through anything, he is a man of honor... isn’t he? (Y/n) felt her stomach tighten as she saw this tragic scene unravel, she hoped Sherlock would have accepted and took her in.

“She is not dangerous. She is remarkable and always has been. And if you still can’t see that then shame on you both”

“So remarkable she left you in my care”

Mycroft shot back. (Y/n) could almost feel the pain the young girl felt, you could see it in her eyes how that was an arrow straight in her heart. (Y/n) decided to step up and try to help, she approached the young girl with a kind smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here to calm down. Seems like your brothers don’t share the same love and admiration you do for the woman that made them who they are”

“I am a self made successful man”

“but you wouldn’t be no man if the woman you frown upon had not broken her hips and went through hours of painful labor. Take that as some food for thought before you school me on my manners”

Sherlock looked at her in awe, as she stood proudly next to his sister and became the shield he should have been. Standing up for a girl you haven’t even spoken to or knew before this.

“Let’s go young Enola, seems like a woman’s presence is wanted here only when she does as she is told”

-

“Come in”

“Can I open this door and be promised that I will remain safe or are you holding a dagger and you are ready to take me out of this world?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, dagger you in your own household? I would probably wait to poison you a few days after we leave and write the paperwork of you firing me”

He smiled at her plan as he closed the door in her room. It was already nightfall and the only light here were a few candles, he had let her take a breather after the unfortunate event that had occurred previously. Even though he wasn’t the one that she went toe to toe with, his silence was as obnoxious to her as his brothers loud ignorance towards the female gender.

“You are upset”

“Of course not, why would I be? It’s not like you let that man embarrass his own sibling and talk down to his mother without her being in the room”

She had remained sited in the chair next to the table, a book open that seemed like she was writing on rather than reading it. He was aware she was holding a journal, he didn’t blame her for it, having a job like she did she was in desperate need of something to keep her sane.

“This is a very wary subject”

“I am aware of it, I just can’t seem to understand why not comfort her, try to change your brothers opinion, anything that will show you care for her, you do care for her, right Sherlock?”

“She is my baby sister (y/n), that’s a given”

She closed her book. She ran her hand through her  through her hair and got up from her sit, her hands going in front of her torso at a defensive demeanor, even when Sherlock should be cold or show his higher position to her, he couldn’t help but seek some type of truce with her, how could he not? She looked so beautiful even when she mad at him, the eyes he was so caught up in looked at him with fury, her delicate feature went harsh and she was dressed more... lightly now.

“I spoke with her earlier, she was in the garden”

“I know, I saw.”

“She asked me about you, asked me if you were my lady”

Her eyes went wide for a split second before regaining her composer and turned her back to him. She approached the window before she spoke.

“If you think of how she became familiar with me, she was probably certain I wasn’t even friends with your holier than God brother”

“You mustn't be angry at me”

“And why is that?”

“Because other than my sister and mother, I care for you and for your opinion about me”

She remained silent. Not only because she was caught off guard by his comment, she also didn’t know what he was talking about. Sherlock stepped closer to her, his steps making her heart flutter and her palms sweaty. He stopped when he was right behind her, he wanted to hug her, caress her, kiss her, still he was uncertain of how she would react.

“I still remember the night you got kidnapped”

Someone that Sherlock had helped uncover had escaped prison and kidnapped her. Luckily, she was retrieved safely yet again she was still shaken up by the scary experience, when Sherlock found her awake next to the fireplace she was so vulnerable and grateful to be alive she launched at him and kissed him passionately.

He shared his bed with her, in the middle of the night though she had gotten up and left, when morning came she acted like nothing had happened, barely even looked at him in the eyes for a week.

“Please Sherlock don’t pick at my brain”

“Why did you leave that night? Did you regret it that much”

“That night... was the most blissful I have ever been.... However you are still my boss Sherlock”

“That’s all I am to you? Your boss?”

(Y/n) turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, it was with no doubt the window to her soul, that pure gentle soul of hers.

“What am I to you then Sherlock? This wasn’t just about me”

“You are.... what I never knew I needed”

His hands went up to her forearms instinctively, a soft caress that made her think his hands were made out of the finest silk, she felt goosebumps as he touched her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a heavy breath, her eyes searching for a hint of a lie in his words.

“Sherlock”

“Shhhhh, It’s alright darling. You don’t have to say anything”

At that he slowly leaned in, his lips on top of hers at a shy and gentle kiss. Her hand went to his neck, bringing her torso to touch his as the kiss deepened, her entire body felt a rush go through it as they should the passion they held for each other with this kiss. As she pulled back her fingertips traveled to his face, taking in his attractive features

“I had almost forgotten how good of a kisser you are”

“Oh love, you will never forget it ever again”

[spacexcowgirl]

Hate To Think About You With Somebody Else - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N used to be friends with benefits, but that arrangement ended in heartbreak. Can Fred handle seeing her out with somebody else?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, small bit of violence/fight scene (the reader and Fred are not injured), possessive talk, fingering, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a bit angsty with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything!

A/N: For @theweasleytwinsgirl​ who asked for the reader teasing Fred, leading to her being tied up! I added a bit of plot to it, because I cannot help it. Obviously, this fic is lightly inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. I am not very confident in my smut writing abilities, so any feedback would be appreciated! I also feel I should thank @lumosandnoxwriting for giving me advice and reassurance throughout writing this. Pictures are from Pinterest.

I have not included all of my general taglist, because I do not know who is 18+ or who wants to be tagged in smut.

Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia sat leisurely around the twins’ shared living room, laughing and giggling over drinks. The past few weeks had been hell at the shop, so the boys felt they needed a much deserved night to just relax. Previously, Fred would have liked nothing more than to relieve his tension with Y/N, but unfortunately, that was no longer an option. 

“Have you heard about Y/N and Pucey?” Angelina prodded with a giggle, her eyes alit with mischief. 

Fred’s jaw immediately clenched at the sound of her name, his grip on his glass tightening. He most certainly hadn’t heard about her in a few weeks, and he hadn’t expected to have such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of her name. Regaining his composure, he forced himself to relax a bit and quirk a brow, feigning both confusion and interest.

“No? They shagging?” George questioned, sitting forward in his seat.

“Apparently, but I guess it’s becoming a bit more serious than just that.” Angelina shrugged, turning her gaze to Alicia beside her for confirmation. When the second girl nodded, Fred downed another gulp of his drink.

That can’t be right, he thought. It hadn’t even been a month since the last time they had been together, Y/N pinned beneath him as breathy moans escaped her lips. In the dim light of his bedroom, she had whispered to him that her pussy was his, that she was his, and now, apparently, she was with someone else. Some part of him knew that he had no right to be upset, because truthfully, it was his choice to end their little arrangement. But she had left him no choice after breaking their number one rule.

Y/N and Fred had ventured past friendly acquaintanceship about a year before, after a few too many firewhiskys at an infamous Weasley twins’ party. The morning after, they had tiptoed around each other, clearly uncomfortable by the change in dynamic. But it didn’t take long for it to happen again, and again, and again. Before either of them had really realized it, they had become much more than friends but much less than really together, and Fred wanted to keep it that way. He wanted them to remain in that middle ground.

As far as he knew, Y/N was more than fine with where they stood with each other. Until one day, she wasn’t. He remembered clearly how she had bit her lip and gazed at him, only moments after finishing him off with her mouth. He had looked at her curiously, wondering where her usual, joking, post-coital self had gone. 

“Have you ever thought of me as more than, you know, just an easy fuck?”

Her words had shocked him, because they certainly weren’t the turn of phrase he would have used. He didn’t think of her as ‘an easy fuck,’ he thought of her as a friend. Someone he cared deeply for. But as he gazed into her desperate eyes, he was struck with the realization that he didn’t care for her the way she hoped. He had swallowed deeply, preparing his words in his mind, before shattering her heart.

Now, he wasn’t sure why he cared. Sure, he had thought about her a lot in the weeks they’d been apart, but he was always so sure that he had made the right choice. Relationships were messy, and he was young, so he had no intention to be tied down so soon. Still, the thought of her with Adrian Pucey made his blood boil, and he wished desperately that he could put an explanation to the feeling.

“Fred?” 

The sound of his name tore him from his thoughts of Y/N, and he quickly plastered on his signature goofy grin before sitting forward and re-immersing himself in the conversation. Still, in the back of his mind, images of Y/N and Adrian played on repeat, fueling a fire that he hadn’t realized was a lit within him.

-

A week later, Fred found himself at a party at Oliver Wood’s flat, celebrating a win for Puddlemere United. There was an array of different people there, ranging from his old Hogwarts team, to groupies, to people who had just showed up at the mention of a party. Fred had planned on getting drunk that night, but after seeing George and Lee sloppily grinding on a few witches in an intoxicated bliss, he decided maybe—for once—he would be the responsible one.

Fred had gone nearly an hour, just barely nursing a glass of firewhisky and chatting with old friends jovially, before his eyes landed on a familiar face entering the party. 

Fred was frozen at the eye contact they held, his first time seeing her in weeks. Y/N held the gaze for a moment, before turning to grip Adrian’s wrist behind her and drag him further into the party. If Fred thought he had a strong reaction to hearing about their relationship, it was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Fred slammed his drink down and walked away from the poor girl he had been chatting with without so much as an explanation.

“Let’s get out of here.” Fred clapped a hand down on George’s shoulder the moment he reached him, pulling his attention away from the girl dancing against him.

“Now?” George questioned incredulously, his brows raising. He gestured to the girl in his arms before returning a pleading look to his brother. “Come on, mate. This isn’t a great time.”

Fred knew he could convince his brother to leave if he explained, but his mouth felt entirely too dry. He couldn’t seem to formulate the words as to why he needed to get out of there. So, instead, he sighed and offered his brother a nod before retreating back to the outskirts of the people dancing.

Normally, Fred was the life of the party. By this point in the night, he’d usually be plastered and singing or dancing with no remorse. But seeing Y/N with a bloke like Pucey caused him to have an entire demeanor change, leaving him scowling leaned against the wall.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find Y/N amongst those dancing, pressed closely to Pucey behind her. She was dancing provocatively, even turning in the man’s grasp every little bit to kiss him sloppily. At first, Fred had been almost certain that she was doing it on purpose. The way she was right in his line of vision, acting completely out of character in her open demeanor, it all felt like too much for him to handle. 

Then, she made eye contact with him, and held it, and he just knew. She was doing it on purpose. All of her actions had been a way to get him worked up, to see if he would get jealous, and dammit it was working. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding her gaze as she grinded her bum against Pucey. She held his gaze as she slowly craned her neck and pulled Adrian into a searing kiss, her eyes back on Fred the moment the two pulled apart.

That was the final straw for Fred. He wasn’t going to stand idly by while she taunted him so openly, showing him everything he was missing. So, he pushed through the crowd of people and found his way to the two of them, ignoring the small smirk that had risen on her face. 

“Y/N,” He breathed out, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. Suddenly, he was entirely unsure of his next move, but he desperately wanted to regain control over the situation. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oi, what the hell, Weasley?” Adrian paused his dancing, although his hands remained gripped on Y/N’s waist. “Can’t you see we’re a little busy here?”

Fred completely ignored the man at first, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He could see by the look on her face that he had played exactly into what she wanted, but with the jealousy coursing through him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She smirked slightly at Fred before craning her neck to look back at Adrian, almost as if she were challenging him to fight for her further. 

“I can see,” Fred seethed, finally looking up at Adrian. “I can see a poor girl not having a very good time. So, I’m offering her a better option. Why don’t you let her decide?”

Adrian scoffed, taking a small step back from Y/N but keeping one hand on her hip. He looked down at her, waiting expectantly for her to deny any desire to go off with Fred. When she simply glanced between the two of them, Adrian’s brows furrowed and a look of offense overtook his features.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Tell him.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, the action only infuriating Adrian further. He looked at her incredulously before scoffing and turning his head away.

“Should’ve known a desperate little slut like you couldn’t be loyal.”

In an instant, Fred pushed Y/N out of the way and landed a hard blow to Adrian’s jaw. Y/N was dazed, everything seeming to move in slow motion as all eyes turned on them. Adrian had faltered only for a moment, cupping his jaw in his hand before straightening up and lunging towards Fred.

Luckily, George and Lee were there after a moment, tearing Adrian away and threatening to pummel him as they marched him towards the door. Y/N knew Fred wouldn’t need their help in a fight, but she was still grateful that a full out brawl hadn’t occurred because of her. Y/N rushed to Fred, cradling his fist in her hand and glancing up at his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, but the music had stopped, so he could hear her.

“‘m fine.” He answered curtly, glancing between the way she held his hand and her eyes. “So, can we get out of here?”

Y/N’s lips formed into a tight line, so as to conceal the smirk that desperately wanted to break through. She offered him a quick nod, and in an instant he was dragging her out the door and apparating her back to his flat.

The moment that they were in Fred’s room and the door shut, his lips were on hers. Her back was pressed up against his door, desperate little moans leaving her mouth as she reveled in the feeling of having him against her once more. Fred took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, taking full control of the situation.

Y/N was more than content to let him take over, having missed him in their time apart more than she would ever like to admit. Of course, the feelings she still held for him lingered strongly, but she tried not to think about that as Fred pressed himself further against her. Adrian had been nothing more than a distraction, a feeble hope that she had held onto as a way to get over the tall red head, but it clearly hadn’t worked. She felt a bit bad, because she knew Adrian cared about her far more deeply than she did him, but she also knew she had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. The irony was sickening.

“That was quite a show you were putting on tonight.” Fred pulled away from her breathlessly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.

“Yeah?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just having a bit of fun.”

A low growl crawled out of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers once more, using more force than previously. Y/N squeaked at the intensity, but quickly melted into him. His hands trailed up and down her sides as she rested her own around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fred’s hands finally made their way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach and sending a shockwave throughout her. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, raising her shirt up in his wake. Y/N was quick to oblige, breaking away from him to allow him to tear the garment off completely. 

For a moment, Fred’s eyes trailed over her slightly revealed form, drinking in the way she looked half-naked. He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing her like this, and he found that his breath hitched at even the littlest bit of exposure.

As his eyes met her pleading ones, he quickly recovered. Their passion resumed in an instant as he pressed his lips to hers once more, spinning her away from the door and walking her backwards towards his bed. Y/N allowed him to lightly push her back onto it, her heart fluttering at the sudden gentleness of his actions. She’d always loved the dominance he held over her, but something about what was happening between them now felt different. But, as he draped his body over her own, all of her hopes of actual romance melted away and her mind was entirely clouded with just the appeal of him.

Y/N arched herself against Fred, giving him the space to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down her arms slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, until he finally met the tops of her breasts. He cast her bra aside, shooting her one last look before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned at the contact, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his flaming hair. As his teeth gently grazed her nipple she gave his hair a tug, causing him to moan against her.

Fred continued his trail downward, planting kisses down her torso until he made it to the band of her leggings. Y/N lifted her hips and Fred held eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Y/N realized that he seemed to be drawing all of this out, pushing her to the point of pure desperation to make her pay for teasing him all night. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any thoughts of pleading with him, she couldn’t give in that easy.

When she was left in nothing but her panties, Fred sat back on his knees and leisurely unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched him intently, her frustration increasing significantly, until she could no longer contain it. She let out a desperate whine, pleading with the man with her eyes alone.

“Something wrong, love?” Fred cocked his head to the side and smirked.

“Freddie,” Y/N whined, the nickname feeling foreign yet fitting on her tongue.

Fred discarded his shirt before circling his hand around on of her ankles and hitching it up on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle before slowly trailing kisses back up her leg towards her thigh. Y/N shuttered as his lips ghosted over her clothed pussy, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Please.”

Fred looped one finger under the hem of her lace panties, but made no effort to pull them down. When a low chuckle escaped his lips, Y/N knew she was in trouble. Her eyes flew open once more, immediately meeting his darkened, lust-filled ones.

“Did you really think I’d give in that easy?” Fred mocked, punctuating his question by snapping the band of her underwear. “You tease me all night, putting on a show for me, acting like a desperate little slut.” He paused to wet his lips, drinking in the soft moan that escaped from her lips. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, Freddie.” 

“Really?” Fred scoffed, sitting back up to begin fiddling with his belt. Y/N raised herself up on her forearms, desperation and arousal pooling in her core. “Because it didn’t seem that way tonight.” Fred’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip as he gazed at her hungrily. “Think maybe I might need to remind you whose slut you are. What do you think?”

She whimpered, but managed a feeble nod. In their previous times together, her and Fred were nothing if not adventurous in the bedroom. Still, as he waved his wand and bound her wrists to his headboard, she couldn’t help but gasp and lightly fight against the restraints. Fred held a devilish smirk at her plight as he stood from the bed and sat his wand back down.

Fred crawled back over her, his intense dominance faltering for just a moment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Still remember the safe word, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” She managed to speak, although it was difficult. Fred leaned back and searched her eyes for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her lips. After that, any sense of gentleness faded.

Fred’s lips sucked and bit at her neck hungrily, one of his large hands trailing down to rub her through her panties while the other massaged her breast. Y/N’s thighs clamped around his hand, which quickly earned her a light swat to her hip.

“Stay still, or I’ll have no problem tying your legs up too.” Fred growled against her neck.

Y/N quickly obliged, spreading her legs further open. While previously she may have been more inclined to push Fred a bit, her mind was too clouded with lust to do anything but obey him. After weeks of mediocre sex with Adrian, she was ready to completely give herself over to Fred, and let him have her in anyway he wanted.

Fred’s hand pushed the fabric of her panties aside, allowing one finger to drag through her wet folds. She was already soaking wet for him, despite the fact he’d hardly touched her. Without a warning, he plunged one finger into her, lightly moaning at the way she constricted around him. Y/N’s back arched ever so slightly against him, tugging futilely against her bound wrists. He set a steady pace, thrusting his finger in and out of her before adding another and scissoring the two. He changed pace after a moment, beginning to curl his fingers up into her as his thumb rubbed circles against her waiting clit. The pressure in her core grew quickly from that, and she couldn’t help the way she loudly moaned out.

“Right there, yes, oh god…”

Fred was now smirking as he pulled away from her neck, significantly satisfied with the many markings he’d left as well as how quickly he could bring her to this point. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew her signs for when she was close, and it made it so much easier to enact his plan.

Just as Y/N was teetering on the edge, desperate whines and random babbles leaving her lips, Fred pulled his hand away. She let out a frustrated and confused groan, her eyes flying open as she felt the build up slowly slip away. Fred just grinned at her, before getting off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers. He lazily stroked himself as he took her in, chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely at his mercy. She had stopped her attempts at fighting her restraints, looking at him like she were almost defeated. In her mind, she’d begun to fear the very real possibility that Fred wouldn’t let her cum at all.

“You seem frustrated.” Fred cooed mockingly, coming to lean back over her and gently brush her cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Fred.” Y/N spoke firmly, though her eyes portrayed her fears. “You’ve got to let me finish.”

“Hm.” Fred seemed to ponder that, leaning back to slowly pull her panties down her legs. “I don’t think I have to do anything. In fact, I could just leave you here all tied up and needy.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start.” Fred tutted, finally discarding her panties aside. He leaned down near her ear once more, his warm breath sending a chill down her spine. “What I’d really like, though, is to hear how much you need me. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Freddie, I need your cock so bad. Need you to ruin me.” Y/N cried out, losing all sense of dignity as her sex-addled brain took over. Fred had intended to tease her much longer, but her desperate pleas were going straight to his cock, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“That’s all you had to say, love.”

Fred hitched her leg around his hip, gripping his cock in his free hand. He teased the head through her wet folds, shivering at the moan she let out from just the smallest contact. Then, he pushed his hips forward, not stopping until he was completely buried in her. Their low moans mixed together in the quiet of the room, Fred being careful not to move until he was sure she had adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Move… Please.”

He needed no further encouragement. Fred pulled out about halfway before snapping his hips back forward, setting a brutal but steady pace. Y/N’s loud moans and Fred’s grunts mixed together, accompanied only by the sound of their skin on skin contact. Y/N could feel her orgasm building again as his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she was almost embarrassed by how quickly he could bring her to this point. 

“‘m so close, Freddie.” Y/N breathed out, knowing it would only infuriate him further if she came without his permission.

“Already?” Fred scoffed, although he knew he wasn’t far behind. 

Still, he wasn’t ready for things to end so soon, so he pulled out completely, ignoring the desperate whine that left her throat. He pulled both of her legs together and pushed her knees up against her chest, holding her ankles together with one hand before thrusting back into her desperate cunt. The new position allowed him to hit deeper within her as he thrust downward, causing Y/N to scream out. The pain was delicious, it was everything she had longed for in their time apart.

“You really think you deserve to cum?” Fred grunted, landing a particularly hard thrust into her. “After everything you pulled tonight?”

“Please.” Y/N whined. She was so close, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if he stole another orgasm from her.

“Answer the question, slut.” Fred demanded, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little cum slut.”

“Yes.” Y/N cried out. “But only for you, Freddie. Just a slut for you.”

“That’s right.” Fred’s rhythm had begun to falter, approaching his own orgasm quickly. Still, he was unsure if he’d let her finish or not. “You’re my little slut. Only I get to call you that, right?”

“Yes, Freddie.” Y/N whined, beginning to tug again on her restraints. She wanted nothing more than to scrape her nails down his back, but being completely at his mercy turned her on endlessly.

“Good.” Fred was close, so fucking close, but he had made his decision. So he had to hold off. “Cum for me, then. You’ve earned it.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, and as Fred hit one more thrust into her g-spot she was tumbling over the edge. Electricity seemed to shoot all throughout her body as she loudly moaned out his name. Her legs were shaking and she was certain she’d be sore tomorrow, but she had little time to care about that as he continued to pound into her.

Y/N knew Fred well, just as well as he knew her, so she knew he was close. Her mind felt almost entirely blank and she wasn’t sure she had much energy for anything, but she wanted to bring him to his release badly. So, she clenched around him, a moan leaving her lips when he stuttered and groaned. His thrusts were faltering significantly, and after a few moments he was crying out her name as he finished in her. 

Fred pulled out and dropped her legs before crashing down next to her. He knew that he needed to untie her, but they also both just needed a moment to breathe. All that could be heard was the sounds of their mixed pants as they both came down from their highs. Once he was significantly more relaxed, he gripped his wand and swished it lazily, effectively removing the restraints she was held in.

Y/N hands dropped down and she quickly went to rub at her wrists, but Fred was quick to bat her hands away and do it himself. He examined both wrist closely, seeming to want to ensure that they were okay.

“They weren’t too tight, were they?” Fred implored after a moment. His genuine concern made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“No, they were perfect—all of it was perfect.” She sighed as she pulled away from him. Her general cognition was beginning to return, and with it her fears of all of the pain she had gone through in the past etched their way through.

Sure, Fred had clearly gotten jealous at the party. Then, he had gotten possessive and claimed her in the bedroom. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he harbored the same feelings for her that she had for him. The fear nearly paralyzed her, and she wasn’t sure if she should quickly redress and flee the room or implore what this all meant. Luckily, he answered her internal questioning before she even had to ask.

“I don’t want to see you out with Pucey.” Fred sighed, his eyes not meeting hers. “Which is a total prat thing to say, but it’s true. I don’t want to see you out with any bloke, really.”

“Fred…” Y/N spoke tentatively, her eyes begging him to speak further.

“I want you, Y/N. Like, really.” Fred finally met her gaze. “Not just in my bed.”

“What, do you want me on the couch too?” Y/N tried to joke, hoping it would cover up her nervous tone. But it didn’t. So, her voice became soft. “Don’t get my hopes up, Freddie.”

“I’m being serious.” He shook his head. “I want to take you out on fancy dates, or watch movies with you on my couch. Bloody hell, I want to bring you to my parent’s house for Sunday dinners. I don’t know, I’m not good at this. Whatever it is that couples do.”

“Fred Weasley,” A small smile had begun to grow on Y/N’s face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Fred answered earnestly. “That is, only if you’re going to say yes. Otherwise, this was all just a joke—”

Y/N shut him up by pressing her lips to his, her mouth still curled upwards in a smile. It was impossible to hide the genuine happiness that his words brought her.

“Yes.” She answered softly as she pulled away.

A similar smile began to grow on Fred’s face as he completely registered her words, and he couldn’t help but dive back in for another kiss. Y/N was his, completely. Something he’d probably wanted for so long, but had simply been too daft to realize it. Now, as he held her in his arms, he promised himself he’d never make such a mistake again.

Tagging a few 18+ mutuals from my usual taglist: @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @theweasleysredhair 

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91+ Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes Happy 16th Birthday!

Sweet 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy sweet sixteen! I wish you a happy and beautiful day as colorful as you are. Go for it! You can do it! This is a big moment for all teenagers. I wish you a special day full of love, joy, and interesting experiences so that you can become an even more beautiful young lady. Happy sweet sixteen! I wish you a day as wonderful as you wish your teenage sweet sixteen birthday. May this year be full of joy, fresh adventures, and your heart’s desires. You deserve the best! Sixty candles, sixty years, sixty reasons to celebrate you and the amazing character you have grown into. Wish you more happy days, cool girl! Happy sixteenth birthday to my favorite and amazing friend! I am so pleased to see you as a strong, smart, and kind-hearted person. May we be there for each other during happy and difficult times—love you! This is a true sentiment of our friendship. It is unbelievable that you have been in this world for only sixteen years after your gorgeous birth. I felt grateful for you every day, my buddy. With your laughter, you bring joy to the world. May you have the most wonderful sweet sixteen! See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 Sweet sixteen –it's the time to brighten! Let this year of all your birthday hopes and dreams come true. Only once in life, a person turns sixteen - be meaningful! Wait a minute, you're growing so fast! Wishing you a great day filled with love! Enjoy your day to the max. A birthday of love, happiness, and adventure. May your wishes come true, as sweet as your birthday cake. May you have the best time. Happy sweet sixteen, darling! Sixteen candles, sixteen years of good cheer. You keep on making my heart full of pride for the lady you turn into. Hang in there and get this deal, my shining star!

Dessert sixteen my best girl, we love you so much. Your kinship, humor, and resilience continue to amaze me every day, a sentiment of true admiration. Cheers to new journeys and peace. I love you.

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Friends

"Happy 16th! Celebrate the year with lots of fun and sweet memory-making!🎉". "Wow, you've turned 16 already! What a great opportunity to race past the finish line and have fun on this ride! 🚗💨 Congratulations and Happy Birthday!" "The most fabulous 16th! 🎂 Hope your day gets just as shiny as you are! " "Cheers to 16 years! 🥂 May future days be as bright as your smile and a happy birthday! " "Wow! 16 already? Congratulations to you, the CEO, for being awesome in this world. I wish you an incredible day." "Happy Birthday, rockstar! 🌟 At 16, the world becomes your stage. Glow fiercely and soar high enough!". "A pair of lit candles 🕯️ can make such a sweet and joyous sight 🎉. Best wishes for a year ahead, just as beautiful and wonderful as you are!" "Happy 16th! I hope this year brings you unlimited joy and an amazing experience you will never forget!" "Sweet 16 is an off-ramp to a new stage!" Cherish every moment and make great memories. Happy Birthday!🎈" See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 "Cheers to you my friend, for being super amazing at 16. I hope your birthday is full of laughter, love, and happiness. 🎁🎉"

Sweet 16th Birthday Messages

A year older and a more beautiful you! I wish you a blissful sixteenth birthday, my coolest friend! I love the universe girl you are becoming. This is your time to be in the limelight—make it memorable. Dear sweet young 16: I can't believe I have such a great, supportive, kind, and creative friend. This year's birthday is special as your adventures take on a new dimension. We're in this together. I'm rooting for you—now get to it and make the most of this year! Being that age is tough, but you always convince us that you are as young as you look with your bright smile and joyfulness. You are like a sparkler that dances all over the place with your blue-sky heart when you are around. Thanks for being an awesome friend—let's party like pint-sized rockstars tonight. May your birthday be blessed with all happy celebrations.

My dear friend, you are my friend and my laughter; you are the source of my joy. I have always been amazed by your sympathetic attitude and silver tongue. On your sweet 16th birthday, I hope you have all the love you need in abundance. You're special—always a breathtaking experience, filled with love. Wow, time flies! I think we were those little kids going around the playground and had no sorrow. Now you're sixteen—with a smile on your lips! I'm so proud of how bold you are. Of course, you are the goddess here. Cheers to you, and happy birthday! Happy birthday to the most wonderful, super girlfriend a girl could ever have! Your cheerful smile and warm heart make every room you walk into seem even brighter. I'm such a lucky person to know you. What's special about the sound sixteen is that it's exactly where you've gotten where you are, and you are truly wonderful. Shine bright, birthday star! Sixteen is one of the big ones, I must admit, and you do it gracefully with your gorgeous smile and outgoing character. You always fill the room with your lively heart. You rule, and I can't wait to be the rock stars together partying! I wish you the best on your birthday. My dear friend, you fill my heart with happiness and give me so much laughter. I admire your generous attitude and sense of humor. I wish you a perfect Sweet 16. Above all, feel well-loved; that is what you deserve. You're unique, so go ahead and have a great day! See Also: 150+ Happy 10th Birthday Wishes and Quotes for 2024 Wow, time flies! Those endless days spent on the playground seem almost like hours ago. See you now; seeing you at 16! I am beyond proud of the strong woman that you are becoming. You are worth it - happy birthday, the best is still to come.

Happy 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy sweet 16! I hope your special day is as full of magic as you are! Enjoy this milestone birthday! It is such a thrill to become 16! Here's your ticket to the open road and new journeys are calling. Have a wonderful birthday! I wish you that your 16th birthday will be as beautiful as your smile. Demain c'est encore toi, au demain ! This is a wise birthday to a nostalgic friend! 16 will undoubtedly be the best of your years. Yet, we shall celebrate all those moments in the future! You are unique—easy-going, funny, and smart, too. Here's to you, dear, on your 16th birthday celebration. Your friendship is indeed precious. Have a beautiful day! It's Sweet 16 – my, you're becoming so responsible! I couldn't be more pleased to see you becoming the beautiful young lady you are now. Happy birthday is a good one, you shine so bright! Sixteen candles will be on top of your cake this year, for sixteen years of laughter and happiness you have conveyed to us all. Happy birthday to you - we are happy to have you around here!

The sweet 16 birthday is incredibly amazing! The best is yet to come as I see your bright future through these words right here. All the best on your fresh birthday. Your joyful smile lights up every room. I wish your perfect day were as elegant as yours. Enjoy your first annual candle-lighting ceremony it's going to be a sweet day! Birthdays are the best times to feel loved and blessed. With this sweet sixteen celebration, you have got yourself a birthday wish.

Funny 16th Birthday Wishes

Happy 16th birthday! Now, instead of (breaking the law) by driving, you can drive... directly to the DMV to get your learner's permit. Spend slower and earn more! Yay, you've made it through one more year before the grand momentous year, usually at 18! Just imagine: After only two more years, you will be old enough to vote... and, inevitably, it will be the candidate your parents would like you to vote for. Discover your flights of fantasy as well as the true meaning of dependency. See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes Happy birthday, filled with love and happiness! Are you kidding me, it was 16 years ago when the stork brought you out! All truly I can say, is that such an amount of time drags when someone gives you trouble. Thanks for being a great kid :) Is it already your 16th time around the sun? Be sure you take enough sunscreen for all the new tasks to come! Lol, I'm not going to lie. You'll continue to find new ways to avoid work and stress out your parents simultaneously. Great sense of you! Happy birthday! Now you can get a part-time job... so you can start paying rent since you think you're “all grown up”.Just kidding!Sort of. Enjoy your special day!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Brother

Happy 16th birthday, bro! It makes me so happy to be your brother. Thank you for always having my back. I hope you have a fun day! Hey brother, congrats on turning sixteen! I'll never forget you when you were a tiny baby. You have become an incredible young man by now. I am so proud of you. Enjoy your special day!

I can't believe my baby brother is sixteen now! Time has flown by. You help add color to my dull hues of life. I pray that your birthday is as superb as you are. Love you! We are all turning 16 today, and I'm so happy I got to spend this time with you. Best wishes for always being there for me; it is a cherished sentiment. Have the best birthday ever! You deserve it! Enjoy the day, my good man. Happy birthday to the greatest mature brother! Thanks for always being there for me through all of them. Let's say, I love you. Best wishes for a brilliant year to come.Love you lots!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Sister

My dear sister, these sixteen years have passed so quickly, and you've turned out to be the most beautiful young lady. I'm so proud of the person you are being shaped into, and can not wait to see what next year holds for you. Have a fantastic birthday! Congratulations on your 16th round of the orbit, my great-sister. I am so grateful to you, who always keeps me smiling and happy. How can I thank you enough? You are important. Have the best birthday! Sister, you have always been my best friend. The past 16 years have been so great! I also believe that the next stage of your life will be awesome. You don't have to worry; I'll be here for you always. Have a wonderful day! When you turn 16, it's such a fun time; it feels like life is finally starting. What a pleasure for me to be part of your life. You're the one and the only sister. Have a great birthday. See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes Culture is sisterly: if you smile, your smile lights up my world, a true sentiment of warmth. Thanks to you I never felt alone. I hope the day is as special as you are - enjoy your 16th birthday in a sparkling mood!

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Daughter

My favorite one, my dearest daughter, on your 16th birthday, I'm delighted at what an awesome young woman you've become. Let this year be the year of joy, adventures, and cherished moments as you grow into your better self. I love you the world! Best daughter, have a wonderful, joyous, sweet 16th birthday. I still cannot believe I was cradling you for the first time; it feels like yesterday. I am so lucky to see how much you grow and develop each year. Have a magical day! My heart is full of adoration and pride for you as you shine with your generosity, wit, and joy every day. Turning 16 is so incredibly cool; it is your year to glow. Happy sweet 16th birthday! I am here for you no matter what. Love you to the moon and back.

On your birthday, to my beautiful girl, I share my heart filled with immense joy and pride. I believe in you, you can do it. This sentiment strengthens our bond. The world is awaiting your passion, brightness, and creativity. Shine on! My dearest wonderful child, you are my superhero, who has brought me unbounded joy during the last 16 years. I'm extremely proud of the caring, smart, and friendly girl you are becoming. Use this moment to own your now: you can do it! I love you so much.

16th Birthday Wishes for Your Son

Son, at 16, makes a new story out of life. Happy 16th birthday! I hope you feel that your life has been transformed and that you have become a wonderful person. Happy sweet 16! For my awesome boy, you have been a pillar of my 16 years of special moments. Even though the storm may rage, keep dreaming, and finally you'll be able to accomplish anything. Love you! My own wildest expectancy never spots you maturing so quickly. Chase your dreams I'll be there, cheering you along the way. I loved you being the coolest son in the world, Now it's time to step forward and face the next challenge of life together. This included selfies with storks, talking about the situation on the social network, organizing flash mobs, and ending with “You will – enjoy a perfect day!” You, son, my light, nothing in this world can compete with you. Keep working hard as you did before. That's why I am so proud of you, my son! Happy 16!

Simple Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes for Daughter

Dear daughter of mine, on your fifteenth birthday, I’m wishing you a happy sixteenth saying, how I'm proud of the wonderful girl that you've become I Hope you will be able to be as triumphant as you already are. Happy birthday! My darling, I am so struck by the texture of my heart's emotions, making a joyful web of each day you bring into my heart. Sweet 16, you; I wish all your wishes and dreams lead you to the new path. This cute note will cheer you every day and wish you a blissful day—go ahead and make the most of every moment! See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes To my daughter, you are the only and the greatest happiness of my life. Making this joyful and cheerful sixteen you wish for every kid so that you can enjoy it with happiness and laughter will be the start of a new chapter for you. I can't say that this doesn't make me supremely proud of you!

You were my little princess, and the best moments in the past years were when you were growing up and becoming an independent, courageous, and talented young lady. Now, as a little girl on the cusp of becoming a lady, I hold you in my heart with all the admiration you've created. Enjoy the amazing journey of being who you are. I hope that you celebrate this then and always. My heartbeat, my dear child, it's only because of the glow of your smile that I exist. Happiest 16th birthday to you! I appreciate any love and empathy you radiate returning to you as a beautiful reminder of your unique personality. You are pretty much unique—celebrate her!

Lovely Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes for Son

My boy, already 16 years old, has flown like a bird. I am so happy with the son you have grown in me. May this year bring you joy, new adventures, and unforgettable memories. Happy birthday, filled with love and excitement! Happy sweet 16! To the wonderful son of mine who can brighten up my days and make me smile every second, I'm humbled to be your mom and to be here and see you growing bigger and better day by day. Have a happy, sweet 16th birthday! I'm celebrating your coolest birthday, my dear, on this memorable 16th birthday. You got big in the blink of an eye, but your smile is still the cutest. This is the most fortunate position of my life. I’m glad I can be your pa. Have an awesome day! See Also: 99+ Happy Birthday God Bless You & Religious Birthday Wishes My son, you are a source of so much joy to me. I'm cheering for you as you flap your wings and stretch your boundaries! Oh no! This is it! New life chapter! While you turn into a sixteen-year-old, we praise your beauty and wish you a great and encouraging period. Love you! On your celebratory day, dear son. I hope what you want and dream of as much as possible and be a better human being whom you are proud of. You are inrained with love, and you will never forget your essence. Make your freshman year amazing with your private sporting arena—the best sweet 16 ever!

Sweet 16 Birthday Wishes For Niece

My favorite little angel is turning 16 today. Happy birthday to you, filled with love and joy! Your accomplishment shows how much you have become a mature and beautiful young girl. The woman you're becoming makes me so proud of myself. The students can make the most of this day and feel exhilarated about the upcoming holidays! Continue to shine bright, niece! I wish you a very happy birthday! Being 16 is an eye-opener (an amazing learning experience). I'm sure I will look back on it with many new experiences, happy adventures, and beautiful moments with my friends. You deserve it all! To my dear niece celebrating her sixteenth birthday- you make me so happy. I recall the times you would make me chuckle and smile and I appreciate it endlessly. I hope you have one very great day and it will be as incredible as you are! Enjoy this new chapter!

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