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JACKSEPTICEYE FUNFACTFILE

all facts you see here have been seen or said in his videos. they all come from many different videos, so please don’t ask me for the source, because i won’t remember.  Also, some of these may be incorrect, dont kill me. i might update this post once in a while when i learn new things, but ah.

JACKSEPTICEYE FACTS:

  • Is only just below 5′10, making him shorter by Mark (5′9 and a half maybe?)
  • Despite being Irish, he hates getting drunk, but will drink cans or cups of beer sometimes during videos, usually the long one hour ones.
  • A while back, around the time when Jack was with his korean girlfriend, he wanted to move to Korea and be an English teacher for children.
  • He can still speak Korean.
  • Jack has a scar above his left eye where the football hit him (aka the septic eye), you can see it in his eyebrow.
  • Has a degree in hotel management, but studied sound design as well.
  • Around the age of 16-17, he went through the punk phase, meaning he got his ears pierced, listened to punk music, wore black, went to mosh pits, and even had his own band for a while.
  • Jack actually meant to get gauges a size smaller than 8mm, but the people at the piercing place told him no one was in that specialised in those piercing sizes and asked him if he wanted to a size higher (8mm) so he said “fuck it” and got them. The reason he still has the holes is because if you go 8mm and over, the holes won’t reseal.
  • Since Jack had to learn hotel management, he had to learn how to clean hotel rooms, in the correct order. (theres an order of what you have to clean first, apparently.)
  • Lost his virginity at the age of 16.
  • Has VERY dirty humor, but when getting on to the topic of sex in video games he gets very embarrassed.
  • Hasn’t smoked weed.
  • Jack was actually meant to get on Mark’s roof to do that “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES” in that one RYC of Mark’s, but Mark forgot about it so it never happened.
  • Played Bugsy Malone when he was younger. (just imagine bby jack trying to imitate a new yorker accent…)
  • Likes Simon Stalenhag’s artwork. (i agree, it’s really, really aesthetically pleasing.)
  • Doesn’t draw, but he owns a small drawing tablet from his Drawing Your Tweets series.
  • Despite having a fear of heights, as a child, Jack would climb up trees for HOURS, as in, he would climb up trees and then climb back down and repeat the whole process.
  • Does not like the idea of blood being taken out of his body, it creeps him out.
  • Might be allergic to cats. He says this because every time he touches a cat he starts sneezing a lot.
  • Is the youngest of five.
  • Seems to really like robots, he has said he really likes The Iron Giant or Wall-E, and gets really happy when he plays video games based on robots.
  • Really likes voice acting.
  • Had rlly chubby cheeks as a baby
  • If you look closely you can see that Jack’s mustache has a red tinge unlike his beard. 
  • Use to work out A LOT but stopped not long before he started youtube, little leprachaun had GAINS
  • Wishes he could be good at acting.
  • When Jack dressed up all nice n fancy for the SXSW gaming awards, he mentioned he actually has another suit he would have used, but went with the blue one instead. The other one was grey.
  • Buys a lot of childrens toys because he generally likes them and wants to own them. Usually most of the time he’ll see a toy in a window and be like “I want that.”
  • In 2014, Jack actually had a roommate named Killian, Killian was in a few videos, including this , this , and this. Killian eventually moved out.
  • Jack was given an opportunity to be apart of Youtube Rewind of 2015, but turned it down since he had things to do and didn’t have time to fly out to America.
  • Would like his own dog to have in the apartment.
  • Jack actually doesn’t have much of an Irish accent, it’s actually very, very subtle compared to other Irish accents. Like Ross, for example.
  • Jack is actually able to get his voice incredibly deep considering his natural voice, a lot of professional voice actors aren’t able to achieve that.
  • Wishes he can start working out again so he starts getting healthy again.
  • Jack is actually, believe it or not, not a whale biologist. I’m only putting this here because i fuckING THOUGHT HE WAS FOR A WHOLE YEAR.
  • Takes his coffee black with two sugars.
  • Jack’s actual reason why he doesn’t sleep other than thats it’s only for the weak, is that he really doesn’t see the point, he thinks that the time for sleeping could be used for better things. I also remember him mentioning once that since he’s in the same timezone as felix, some times he would skype felix and just talk to him. Idk whether he still does that. 
  • Has a silver tooth, whether it’s a filling or he was born w/ it, it’s there.
  • Had very dark pink hair around the same time when he started his punk phase, theres no photos of it unfortunately.
  • Jack doesn’t have his drivers license, he regrets not getting it when he had the chance because the rules in Ireland have become a lot more harder.
  • Since Jack doesn’t wear gauges anymore, instead he puts shit like clothes hangers, keychains, hand sanitizer clips, and even MORE stuff in the holes. 
  • Doesn’t have proper functional sweat glands. I always wondered why he didn’t seem so sweaty in vive videos or on panels. Instead he gets a rash.
  • In a video, Ian (Idubbz) asked Jack for some pubes.. and well, Jack did.
  • Was a fan of k-pop once, but that was a while back.
  • Hasn’t gotten sick in years.
  • HATED studying in music theory when he was in college
  • When he used to live in the cabin, by his house, there lived a little shetland pony that was in a video once.
  • Favorite birthday was his 7th, he even knew the presents he got were hand-me downs but recalls it to still be the best time.
  • Sometimes, Jack gets these awkward moments where if he walks through a doorway and it feels odd he’ll have to step through it again for it to be equal, same with when he balls one fist he has to ball the other.
  • Used to cut his own hair.
  • There is a vine of him which he filmed in college.
  • Here is a video of Jack voice-acting a detective saying a ton of puns for one of Robin’s animations
  • Has an awful gag reflex. Once stuck his thumb in his mouth and gagged.
Look SugarBaby Chic without Breaking Your Bank Account

So I’ve come across a lot of questions in the past on how to look good without compromising your bank balance. Sugaring is competitive, and as much as we love our sugar sisters… We’re all in the same bowl. There’s sugar babies who are stunting in red bottoms flaunting Rolex arm candy, and there’s sugar babies running around in denim and tops. (Totally not looking down on either.) We often forget that men are visual creatures, and most of them are attracted to a woman that knows how to dress well. If you want to be a rich man’s choicest arm candy, then you best start dressing the part. You can’t expect to have the Ritz Carlton experience with a Holiday Inn & Suites package. Money attracts money. Starting out not many of us have designer this and designer that. I certainly didn’t own anything designer starting out. Other than a few presents from family & vanilla men. So here’s how I started out… Firstly I got myself a vanilla job. Retail is great for this, plus one for those employee perks! I worked a few months to save some money for a decent wardrobe. I shopped at places like: Ross, TJ Maxx, Marshals, Nordstrom Rack, Plato’s Closet, Amiclubwear, HotMiamiStyles & Tradesy. This allowed me to purchase new, previously loved, and discounted clothing at a fraction of the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). I purchased dresses, ankle pants, chiffon tops, blazers, accessories, & lingerie (new of course). The key is to avoid anything flashy for instance a black top with Boss B#%* or something like that written on it. The key is to dress professional, chic, & keep versatility in mind. When I say versatile, I mean a blazer that can be professional with a collared shirt but still look chill with a pink chiffon top when you roll up the sleeves. As a sugar baby you’ll be exposed to things women your age aren’t. Things like flying private or taking weekend/ day trips with your SD for pleasure or work. Each and every occasion needs to have an appropriate outfit. Think of all the scenarios you could possibly be in and purchase outfits accordingly. A sugar baby can never be over dressed. These men are willing to pay top dollar for women out there. Your first few sugar daddies are like your foundation pillars. Make sure you sift the salt daddies away! The first few ones need to be taking you shopping for items you cannot buy without breaking your bank account. For example, it’s Cocoa Cathy’s 22nd birthday, and her daddy asks her what she wants. Cocoa Cathy should be saying, “Well Daddy, for my birthday I’d like my allowance as usual, but I would absolutely love it if you’d be able to get me a handbag I’ve been eyeing for quite a while!” If Daddy is pure sugar he will say, “I’d be more than happy to buy you that handbag! Look it up & I’ll forward you my card details.” This is sugar! Cocoa Cathy knows that this daddy just went through a brutal divorce so she knows not to ask for a Celine. She instead opts for two handbags from the $800-1K range. She lets Daddy pick which one would look better, and of course daddy goes for the expensive one. This shows how much Daddy enjoys Cocoa Cathy’s company, and he knows that Cocoa Cathy has sophisticated taste. (just an example) You should utilize your allowance to purchase staple sugar clothing items like palazzo pants or cardigans. There’s no need for a sugar baby to be a brand ambassador wearing 20 different designer labels. Often, this gives your sugar daddy the vibe that you already have it all. Be smart when purchasing your initial sugar wardrobe. You don’t have to break your bank account doing so. We all know we’re sugaring to one day run into a Whale Daddy, but until then those 2-3K/ month daddies aren’t bad! Also make sure you still have personality! Your wardrobe can only sell you so much! Your personality really signs seals and delivers your arrangement. For my new babies, please do not wear your heart on your wrist. These men are brutal and will try to talk down to you. They will try to make you feel like you’re not worth that 2-3K allowance. That’s a huge red flag for you to move on! Never compromise your allowance range.

Originally posted by evagutowskipoland

JugBug || Jughead J.

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: None:)

A/N: Riverdale is my newest obsession and obviously my favorite character is Jughead Jones. I’ve never read the comics but I’ve seen that there he is asexual, however, I’m pretty sure the show is changing him (AKA Bughead) and that’s how I want to write him. I’m sorry if that offends you, but come on, who doesn’t want a little fluff/smut from the mysterious closed-off hottie in the gray beanie? Also, I wrote this at 2 AM when I couldn’t sleep so if it is complete trash, let me know. I value you all comments unless it involves hate. :) 

Sidenote: Thank you to all of the people that followed me after Holy Trench Coat! I love you all so much and you are the best!

(gifs are not mine)


           It was Friday, the typical day that you rejoiced all your happiness because the week was finally over. You didn’t have to go to school, and you could sleep for as long as your mother allowed you to before she decides she needs to vacuum the house and wake you up.

           Normally, on Fridays, You would have a fantastic breakfast of waffles and bacon at Pop’s with a certain raven-haired boy as he typed and you drew, before you headed out to a prison that forced learning upon you. After you would serve your eight-hour sentence, you and sometimes Juggie, if he hadn’t already walked there, headed to Pop’s. Yes, you do interact with people on the way. It is a fair few and normally short conversations as your sarcastic humor is just not appreciated as much as it should be. 

           However, today is different. Your alarm casually didn’t go off and you were rudely awakened by a loud fist slamming into your door. Ever since you realized that your door had a lock on it, you made sure to use it and last night was no different. It definitely helped when your mother decided you didn’t need to sleep anymore.You thought you had fooled her but you were wrong and that was when she began to use the vacuum as punishment and to this day you can’t stand to look at that Dyson Dirt Devil. It even has devil in the name!

           Groaning, you stuck a pillow over your head trying to drown out the banging. After what felt like an hour, but was possibly only five minutes the knocking went away. A soft sigh left your lips as you snuggled deeper into your covers waiting for sleep to overtake you once more.

           However, you were sadly mistaken. The intruder did not go away and just as you were perfectly comfortable, your blanket was snatched off your body and the cold air from the AC unit blew goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes immediately sprung open and you sat up.

           The raven-haired boy didn’t even say anything, but as soon as you stood up his smug expression changed. You watched the smirk drop from his thin light pink lips and his brows furrow.

           “What the hell Juggie? How did you even get in?” Your eyes watched as his hand lifted to show the key that you had given him at the beginning of summer.

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The Consequences of a Sleepy Dan

Words: 1,711

Type: Fluff, sleepy, friends to lovers, reality, kissing, to break my writer’s block.

Summary: Dan fell asleep too late, rather too early, and now he faces the consequences in the morning. Though they aren’t all bad.

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The light outside the dark clothed windows in Dan’s room woke him up far too early for his liking. He’d been up late the night before, his brain frayed from sleeping so much nowadays and he ended up diving into the world of human anatomy to learn about how the brain works. Interestingly he learned that the two hemispheres of the brain could be disconnected from one another and the person could still go on about their daily lives as if nothing had changed. Dan had found this fact so fascinating he ended up on his computer until the early hours of the morning when he finally called it quits for the night.

Dan stretched out his limbs, his back muscles stiff from his odd sleeping position. Slowly, Dan got out of bed and made his way towards the lounge as he yawned. He was still unbelievably tired, it must be only a few hours after he had went to sleep, he thought.

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Bikinis and Sunshine

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader
Word count: 877
Warnings: Swearing, insecurity, fat shaming

Part 4 of Fat and Beautiful


The morning after your date, you woke up in Dean’s arms for the first time in two weeks. That day, you were moved back into the room that you had shared with him. While he understood that things weren’t perfect, just having you back in his arms at night meant the world to him.

You continued to work with Sam, enjoying the feeling it gave you. Dean agreed that you should keep it up as long as it made you happy. When out on a case, you did simple things around the motel room.

A month after your date, a case took you mere minutes from the beach. Dean’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. You, on the other hand, felt like you’d throw up. It wasn’t like your insecurities would go away overnight, things took time. And it wasn’t like wearing a bathing suit was something that you did often. In fact, you never really needed to.

Your second morning there, Dean surprised you. “Looks like this morning is going to be spent on the beach, baby.” He beamed.

“Dean…” You sighed. “If you want to go check out the hot chicks, go right ahead.”

He pouted. “I bought you a bathing suit.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Was hoping to work on the case, show off my girlfriend.” Dean held up a small bag and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Please?”

You grabbed the bag from him. “Sam learned those puppy eyes from you, Dean Winchester.” You teased, making him grin. “Dork.” You smiled, kissing him softly. “I’ll be out shortly…” With a small sigh, you went into the bathroom to change. Talk about moving out of your comfort zone.

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Before Robert fully comes awake, thoughts of geez, you’re old bounce around his skull, and he groans, burying his face back in the pillow. 

There’s a soft chuckle to his left, and a hand slides into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He can’t stop the smile from curving his lips, or his head from pushing up against talented fingers. 

“Don’t want to turn forty, huh?” A soft kiss is pressed to his temple in apology for the amused tone. 

Robert grunts, fingers sliding out from under the duvet to find Aaron’s chest. “S’not my birthday.”

“Sorry,” Aaron tells him, nose brushing against Robert’s hairline. “Kinda is.”

Shuffling until he can press his face into Aaron’s neck, he lets out a huff and a whine. He knows he’s being immature and childish, but forty is a big number and he absolutely does not want to think about it. 

Aaron laughs, Robert can feel the rumble underneath his cheek, and wraps an arm around Robert’s shoulders as he presses a kiss to his head. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You won’t be saying that when you turn forty,” Robert points out, turning to kiss Aaron’s jaw. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t freak out.”

The words settle about them like a promise, and Robert can’t believe how far they’ve come, how comfortable he is to think about Aaron being in his life forever

“Come on,” Aaron says, brushing a hand through Robert’s hair. “Let’s get up and get you out of the house before Liv wakes up.”

Robert forgot she was even home; she’s been interning at a studio in Leeds while she studies for her Masters in Architecture. She shines every time she shows him her drawings, and he knows enough to be impressed, though it’s mostly just pride whenever he talks about her. She popped down for a couple of days for his birthday. “She’ll be too hungover to make comments.”

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Wonwoo As A Father

Originally posted by yixseok

AHHHH!!!! You’re S. Coups as a father was so good and I may have fangirled a little too much over it lol. I don’t know if you a have a certain order, but can you do Wonwoo next if all possible. And maybe make him have a little girl

  • Wonwoo is everyone’s bias wrecker
  • Like even if he isn’t he still is so lets see how far I can get without fangirling
  • Wonwoo is another member I can really see having daddy instincts almost instantly when being a father
  • He would be so nervous though and have doubts about being good enough
  • He would be so oblivious to your hints while trying to tell him you were pregnant
  • When you had found out that you were two months pregnant from skipping a period
  • You were kind of scared of the reaction Wonwoo would give you seeing that the two of you aren’t even married yet
  • Heck with it you weren’t even engaged
  • He was just your 6ft dorky book loving boyfriend
  • You were pretty sure that both you and him were not even 5% ready to have a baby together
  • You knew you had to tell him though
  • You can’t keep a swollen belly hidden away from your boyfriend forever
  • So you tried slipping the idea of children smoothly into conversations
  • “You know Wonwoo, those kids at the park were really cute. Ours would be cuter though”
  • “That couple has a cute little baby. I’m pretty sure we could make a baby that cute too”
  • “These baby commercials really have me thinking, catch my drift?”
  • Wonwoo would be so goddamn dense about it though and you couldn’t seem to get the idea of having a baby stuck in his head
  • So you turned to the one resource you knew your boyfriend would never miss
  • books
  • You managed to take the picture of your ultrasound and fold it up in his novel that he was currently reading
  • One night before bed when you were cuddled up under the covers next to your boyfriend, he decided to catch up on that one very special novel
  • It took a couple minutes until he flipped to the page you marked with the ultrasound picture
  • Wonwoo took out the photo and looked at it with a confused face
  • “[y/n] do you know why there is a picture of a baby in my book? And why does it have your name on it??”
  • “Because it’s mine” you would reply
  • Wonwoo would look at you and laugh thinking that you were joking
  • He would stop immediately though once he found out that you were dead serious
  • Then he would turn even whiter than his whitewashed photos
  • “you’re not joking”
  • You would just nod your head slowly and bit your lips in fear of his response
  • Wonwoo would stay silent for a couple of moments before breaking out in a small grin
  • “do you think it’ll be a little girl? I’ve always wanted a little girl”
  • Just his few words would be enough to reassure you that this was going to be a great experience
  • especially now since you have your boyfriend’s full support over the pregnancy
  • Wonwoo would be so caring throughout the entire thing
  • He would be that man to always make sure he held the doors for you
  • Even in your own apartment where the doors didn’t really need to be held for you to get to room to room
  • He would reassure you that he would cook dinner for the next 7 months of your pregnancy
  • You would be skeptical but wouldn’t complain because you loved the fact that Wonwoo was going all out to pamper you during these next few months
  • He would absolutely fail miserably at cooking for you and you would end up fixing his mistakes
  • He somehow managed to burn water (which i may or may not have done before so don’t judge)
  • In the end you really did give him credit because he tried so hard to make a good meal for you and he would get so upset when it wouldn’t turn out right
  • Telling the boys would be an interesting experience
  • Like all they would do is shower the poor man with questions and tease him for the rest of his life
  • “hyung, boys are the one’s with penises right?”
  • “i s2g kim mingyu you’re such a headass”
  • Although Mingyu seemed to act naive to the entire thought of his best friend having a baby
  • He actually was pretty helpful
  • He offered to do the shopping for the two of you
  • He would walk your dog
  • He would water your plants (only to get smacked by Wonwoo because he over watered and killed your cactus)
  • But overall he was a great help
  • Wonwoo would be so giddy when it came to his first viewing of the ultrasound
  • It was your six month checkup and he was beyond excited to finally find out the gender of your baby
  • He would hold your hand throughout the entire process and watch closely as the doctor explained to you guys about the different parts visible on the screen
  • The doctor would then smiled and point to the lower half of the baby and talk to the two of you in a calm tone
  • “it looks like the two of you are going to have a healthy little girl”
  • Wonwoo would cry on the spot because having a baby girl was what he really wanted ever since he found out you were pregnant
  • “Wonwoo, are you okay? you sound like a dying whale”
  • “i’m not crying a spec just flew into my eye”
  • he would say as showers of tears poured down his face
  • This oaf would be so happy about the entire thing for weeks
  • It’s all he would talk about to the boys and even to random strangers on the street
  • “Hey, did you know that the gender of my baby is going to be a-”
  • “A girl, we know wonwoo”
  • “Are you guys psychic or something?”
  • Wonwoo would be so obsessed with shopping for your little girl
  • Like he would be spoiling her even before she was born
  • Her entire nursery would be pastel colors
  • He’d buy her every single plushie he would see
  • There would always be a moment when the two of you were shopping that you needed to pull your boyfriend to the side and tell him that you’re little girl already has enough
  • Of course he would never listen and still end up buying the whole store
  • The first time you felt the baby kick was during one of Seventeen’s practices
  • And of course you ended up disrupting the entire thing
  • Not that you tried
  • When the baby kicked it took you by shock because you weren’t expecting it and you didn’t realize what was happening until it happened so you were like
  • “o h”
  • Wonwoo heard you and thought that something bad happened so he would scream for the music to stop and quickly run over to you to see if you were okay
  • The boys would follow him quickly because you were like family to them and they were worried also
  • “give me your hand”
  • “why??? what’s wrong”
  • You would take his giant hand and place it onto your round belly
  • It would take a couple of seconds until the baby kicked agian and wonwoo was like
  • :O
  • He would scream loudly and turn to his members and motion for them to place their hands on your belly too
  • And that’s basically how you ended up with 13 hands on your pregnant belly
  • All the boys would be so giddy about it and would start screaming about how excited they were to complete this milestone with you
  • This wasn’t exactly how you expected the first kick to go but honestly it was better than you thought
  • Everything since then seemed to run pretty smoothly
  • The only thing that really bothered you were the constant contractions and morning sicknesses
  • The doctor told you that it was normal though because the baby was so close to it’s due date
  • You and Wonwoo were both nervous and excited because you’ve been waiting for this moment for the past 9 months
  • Wonwoo started having his last minute “i’m not good enough” doubts about being a father
  • You did everything to reassure him that it would be perfect though
  • And finally the day came
  • Your contractions were being extra painful that day and Wonwoo was too afraid to leave you all on your own so he decided to take you to work with him where you laid down on a sofa in jihoon’s studio
  • You were about to fall asleep when you felt a sharp pain run through your abdomen followed by trickling liquid
  • You were like “oh shit” and stood up to go find Wonwoo
  • But the second you stood up you screamed out in pain
  • Lucky for you Jihoon was headed back to his studio to grab one of their newest tracks and heard your scream
  • He immediately ran to your side and judge by the way you were struggling to stand he knew exactly what was happening
  • He allowed you to hold onto him as he led you to the practice room where your boyfriend was
  • Right as you walked through the door, you made eye contact with Wonwoo
  • Wonwoo asked you what was wrong and Jihoon gave him a dead face
  • “dude she’s going into labor, can’t you tell??”
  • Wonwoo’s eyes popped out of his head as he went to dial for an ambulance but luckily Seungcheol stopped him and told him to just have someone drive you to the hospital instead
  • So Wonwoo grabbed a staff member and had them run the two of you to the hospital
  • You didn’t really remeber most of the trip because the pain was too much for you to handle at the time so you ended up passing out on the way there
  • The nurse woke you up in time to tell you that it was time to push
  • And damn was that quite the wake up call
  • Wonwoo helped you push pretty well and he managed to stay calm and collected through the entire thing
  • He knew that if he stressed you out that wouldn’t be good so he tried to stay strong
  • But really he was dying on the inside
  • And finally loud cries were heard
  • And no, it wasn’t from that baby
  • It was from your dorky boyfriend who had a giant grin on his face and broke down at the sight of your little girl being held in the arms of the nurse
  • “she’s here! she’s really here [y/n]!”
  • You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend as he continued to fuss over how happy he was
  • The nurse soon got the baby cleaned off and handed it to your boyfriend to give to you
  • But he didn’t want to let go
  • You couldn’t blame him though
  • He looked so mezmerized by the small girl and his eyes were so glossy with delight at the sight of her in his arms
  • He couldn’t process how something so tiny could mean so much to him
  • After a couple of days it was finally time to take her home
  • Of course Wonwoo took up the role of becoming her tour guide
  • He would walk around the house with your little girl in his arms and show her around and introduce her to all your plants
  • “these are the marigolds, these are the daisies, and this is the cactus that uncle mingyu killed so he is not allowed to come around the house until your much older because the same thing might happen to you too”
  • She would start at him with her big brown eyes as if she were listening to every word he was saying
  • This is how you knew that your little girl would have her daddy wrapped around her finger
  • As she grew older Wonwoo refused to miss any of her major milestones
  • Such as her first steps when she fell into his arms and he was so proud
  • Or when her first words were “woowoo” and he was melting over how cute she sounded as she tried to say his name
  • Honestly you couldn’t tell if she was trying to mimic the trains you took her to see of if she was calling out for her father’s attention
  • But you didn’t want to fight about it because it made Wonwoo so happy
  • But basically that’s how Wonwoo got his nickname from you and no matter how many times he told you to stop you were like
  • “yeah, whatever woowoo, you know you like it”
  • And he honestly didn’t mind because he loved you so much
  • Sometimes you wondered if he loved you as much as his little girl
  • But he always said he loved you both the same
  • He would be so protective over her
  • Like when the two of you needed a babysitter so you could go out for a special dinner together Mingyu offered to watch her
  • You were okay with it but Wonwoo was afraid he would kill her like he did with his precious cactus
  • You literally had to pull him out the door so he could let Mingyu do his job
  • And throughout the entire night he couldn’t stop worrying about his little girl
  • “if you were so worried about leaving her alone why did you ask me for dinner tonight?”
  • “because i had important business to take care of with you but i didn’t think you would call the worst possible person to babysit”
  • And because he was so worried he would completely rush through the night and almost forgot that he was planning to propose to you so before you guys left he restaurant he shoved a black box into your hands and you were like
  • “lol okay”
  • So that’s basically how you got engaged which is another story
  • And when you got home you told him that there really wasn’t anything to worry because of the sight you walked into
  • Mingyu was laid across your sofa with your little toddler craddled into his chest
  • Wonwoo walked over to the two of them and placed a blanket over top of them and pouted the entire way back to you
  • “he’s gonna take her away from me”
  • “shut up dork, no he’s not”
  • The wasn’t the last time he got jealous over Mingyu’s relationship with your daughter
  • There was also the time they had a tea party and your daughter declared Mingyu her new boyfriend
  • And it was like that way for 3 years until Minghao’s son strutted into your daughter’s life and was like
  • “sup babe you got a man??”
  • And that’s how you and Minghao’s wife started fangirling about how cute your kids would be with each other
  • Wonwoo and Minghao on the other hand were not happy because they didn’t want their babies to have anyone in their lives so young
  • The two of them were best friends for like their entire life
  • Despite Minghao’s baby being a year younger than your daughter
  • And when they got into high school Minghao told Wonwoo that his son had a major crush on his daughter
  • And jealous Wonwoo was back
  • All that went away though when Minghao’s son came over to your place one day to ask if he could take your daughter to prom
  • He was so nervous because Wonwoo looked so intimidating
  • But Wonwoo only smirked at him and was like
  • “dude, chill. if you want to take out my daughter you can, it’s just prom right??”
  • But Wonwoo was wrong because prom actually made their relationship turn into more and before you knew it your daughter had a boyfriend
  • You were honestly just glad that your daughter was with someone that you could trust to not hurt her
  • But Wonwoo had a hard time processing it
  • He did get over it after a while and realized that his daughter was really happy with baby hao
  • God he was such a mess when it came to her graduation
  • He was the one dad who took way too many pictures
  • But he also came up with the cute couple ideas for graduation pics for both his daughter and Minghao’s son
  • The two of them ended up going to the same college and Wonwoo was kind of relaxed because at least his daughter had someone to look after her while she was away
  • Fast forward a couple years
  • MInghao and your daughter were in their last year of college
  • Your daughter had actually just gotten excepted into medical school while Minghao’s son got excepted into veterinary school
  • So Minghao’s son showed up at your door one day during break and asked if he could take Wonwoo out
  • Of course Wonwoo hesitated before he agreed because it was his daughter’s boyfriend and it could do him some good to get to know her
  • He may have also been forced out by his wife
  • Baby hao was so nervous though like he kept shaking and was causing Wonwoo some stress
  • It wasn’t until he spilled juice all over Wonwoo’s pants that Wonwoo finally broke
  • “dude, are you okay”
  • Hao’s son was shocked that Wonwoo seemed so chill about it all so he decided to come clear about why he took Wonwoo out
  • “I want to marry your little girl”
  • Wonwoo was speechless and soon broke out into a small smile
  • “you’re okay kid, you can marry her if you want”
  • And that was how the two of them bonded
  • Wonwoo even helped baby hao plan his proposal
  • And a couple years later they ended up getting married
  • His daughter was so nervous the day of but Wonwoo helped calm her nerves
  • And the look he gave when he was his baby girl in her wedding gown made him cry
  • Like she was so beautiful
  • It was the same reaction he gave his wife as she walked down the aisle so many years back
  • Wonwoo’s little girl was finally grown up and he couldn’t be prouder of his family
  • Even though he gave his little girl away to another man, he still had his loving wife by his side to reassure him that everything was okay
  • He was okay
Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

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anonymous asked:

Ok, I'm absolutely in love with your persuasion au. I didn't know how much I needed something like this until I read it. It's a treasure. Thank you SO MUCH for it! Can I ask you why do you ship rebelcaptain? as a deep question, I just want to read your thoughts about them 'cause you write so well

First, thank you for the compliment on my Persuasion AU! I’m glad you like it! And I’m going to get working on the next chapter of it now that I’ve written this 1,400+ word treatise I wrote on rebelcaptain because of your question lol.

Chemistry

Diego Luna and Felicity Jones have and had amazing chemistry as Jyn and Cassian. The eye contact, the lack of personal space, and the passion they conveyed as their characters with and without words was really impressive. Even when Jyn and Cassian were arguing and angry with one another, you got the sense that they fought as they did because the other person mattered. Their arguments are never about romance, but they were about the important basics of any relationship, romantic or platonic: truth, trust, faith, belief, and how you choose to act (or whether you choose to act at all).

But their chemistry isn’t just sexual or romantic. They also have chemistry as a battle duo. They work together well almost instantly. When she’s sporting for a fight on Jedha, he knows exactly when to pull her back. When a Partisan bomb is about to blow her to bits, he saves her—it’s not a question. On Scarif, they seem in sync the whole time from when she gives her speech to when they die together on the beach. They don’t question the other because there’s implicit trust and they seem to instinctively understand that what the other person is doing is the right or best way. They’re on the same page if you will.

Individually and Individuality

I love them as individual characters. They are my murder son and my murder daughter.
They both have defined and deep character arcs in the movie, and they grow because of it. They act as catalysts for the other for the change to come. They grow because they met each other, and they do so in the platonic sense.

Jyn’s forced herself into apathy because she’s been hurt, abandoned, and traumatized by “the cause” and the battle between the Rebels and the Empire. She lost both her parents. She was abandoned by her foster parent. She was stripped of anything that ever felt safe, that felt like home. The passion and fight intrinsic to her personality was temporarily snuffed out. She’s given so much but what has she gotten back but misery? She now only fights for herself. But meeting and knowing Cassian reawakens that passion and drive in her. The catalyst moment is when he gives her his trust on the U-wing to Jedha, and it builds from there. He pushes back against her resistance, and where others may have not cared enough to do that, he does, and that fight wakes her up again. Then he offers her a home and a family in him (and Kaytoo, Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi). Thet cause, which has only taken from her, has given her something back. It has given her people she cares about and who care for her to fight for.

For Cassian, after 20 years of war, I think part of what traps him in this prison of his own making is that he feels like he’s fighting for abstractions now. He’s lost everything and everyone he cares about. There’s only the cause, and it’s made him do terrible things that have been cutting him into little pieces. But then he meets Jyn, and she’s not an abstraction. But it’s not love or love for her that acts as a catalyst for his change: it’s her inner fire. I think he sees in her what he used to see in himself. It reminds him of what he’s fighting for, in part, too, because he sees the tremendous losses she has also suffered at the hands of the fight. In her push to go to Scarif, she also gives him a specific way he can justify everything he has done as a soldier. And like it is for Jyn, I think Cassian finds himself now with people he cares for specifically, people for whom he fights (aka the found family he has personally collected over the course of a week).

Complementary Personalities

I like the idea of opposites attract, but I love more the idea of complementary personalities who share a lot of similarities. I think Jyn and Cassian fit this bill. They’re both orphaned child soldiers (essentially). They’re both passionate fighters. They are iron-willed, confident, resolute, and strong people. They’re different enough, though, that they can balance the other out.

They are complete people when they meet—there’s no need for one to “complete the other”; it’s rather like I argue above, that parts of them have gone dormant, and meeting each other brings them back to life; they fill in the cracks.
And they are equals. There’s no power differential. Sometimes he takes lead. Sometimes she does. They’re a team. It’s beautiful.

Intimacy

The intimacy between these two characters scrambles my brain, to be honest. The first time I saw the movie, it didn’t hit me until late (HI, ELEVATOR SCENE), but it hit me hard when it did. The intimacy in that elevator scene goddamit it—it made everything click for me. Not just the shipping but like, the wholeness of their character arcs. They are both initially cast as loners who guard themselves really closely from others—from affection, from attachment, from any ties to another living thing. But in that elevator scene, it’s all there flashing in their faces. For the first time, Jyn looks soft and lost as he stares at him in the darkened space, a whole future they won’t get to live flashing before her eyes. For him, he looks at her like she’s the only person in the galaxy that matters, and for him too, it’s colored by this sadness of what if. How long has it been since he’s been touched like this? When was the last time he had someone he could love before now?

With the idea of intimacy, too, I would argue that they both let their guard down around one another in a way they don’t with anyone else. Cassian is supposed to be this cool-headed, seasoned solider and spy, but he meets Jyn and is almost immediately running around, disobeying orders, screaming her name, saving her at all cost to his own life and to the cause. Maybe this is how he’s always felt about things, but he’s been able to push it all down before. He can’t with her. She’s triggered something in him that makes him feel. Jyn can also read him like no one else can. He’s an open book in her hands.

And for Jyn, because he’s shown her the first semblance of trust in years, the fact that he just refuses to ever leave her behind, opens her up. Even with Saw, she puts on this air of “don’t care” (“It’s not a problem if you don’t look up”). Again, the personal space issues! The touching and closeness (she touches his arm when they get the clearance to enter Scarif; she notes how he smells [of blaster oil and Eadu dirt]; elevator, beach, he’s the most beautiful person she’s ever seen etc etc.).

He makes her care about someone again because he cares for her. If you watch the scene on the beach when they hold hands—note how Jyn reaches for his hand first. But when she does, it’s tentative and unsure. He senses her hesitation and then he reaches out and takes it.
And the hug to end all hugs. I can’t even.

Unrealized potential

With most of what I ship, it’s usually the unrealized potential that sets my brain on fire. I love a good established couple (Baze and Chirrut) but because they seem to have had their happiness or their happy ending, it doesn’t tug at the heart strings as hard. I don’t actively ship because I don’t have to wonder. To quote one of my favorite shows, Veronica Mars:

Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?

Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

And I still contend that I’d ship them just as hard if they had survived and the ending of Rogue One hadn’t given us an explicitly romantic ending (kissing, declarations) because it would still be unrealized potential. Their deaths just make it more tragic and force more sad whale noises from my mouth.
Taehyung Scenario: You Can Be The Boss.

Request:  A BIG PET PEEVE I HAVE IN FANFICS ARE THAT THE READER NEVER GETS TO BE THE CEO (IN AN AU LOL), IT IS ALWAYS THE MALE. SO DO YOU THINK YOU COULD WRITE A CEO-READER (OH LIKE A HELLA HUGE COMPANY) AND THEN AN ASSISTANT-TAEHYUNG (OR IDK, BUT SOMETHING BELOW HER) (I’ve been searching since like last year for something like this and I still haven’t found one😒) YAYAYAYAYAYA THANKS

Genre: Fluff - CEO Reader AU


It wasn’t even nine in the morning and you’d already had to handle two emergencies through your pone, sometimes you thanked the heaven for living in a time were connections were easily handled. The quiet background buzz at the reception felt like home, and you greeted the secretaries there wit a quick nod and a short good morning, walking straight to the elevators while your heels clicked on the polished floor.

Some days, you still couldn’t believe how far you’d gotten, and other days, just like this one, you were proud of yourself, of being able to laugh at the faces of those who only thought you were simply a dreamer, that women couldn’t make it far into the business world. You looked at the reflection that the elevator’s doors gave you and smiled satisfied. This was your world, you’d taken onto it with a lot of brain, charm and effort, you weren’t the CEO of your own telephone company for nothing.

Your office was located at the fifteenth floor, you enjoyed a pretty view of the city from the huge glass windows and it was decorated to your own liking. It was just nice to be the boss. When the elevator reached your floor and you made your way to your office, some of your employee’s greeted you, some others just got to the side to let you pass and maybe they were just a little scared you thought, intimidated more likely but you’d stopped being worried about that, whoever got past the initial prejudice and supposition would know that you were just a normal girl in a position of power and control, not a monster in disguise.

The door to your office was opened and you eyed your assistant’s desk but he wasn’t there, he was the most capable person you’d had on your side, sharp minded, witty, managed to keep almost every one happy and delighted them with a quick chatter. You stopped your train of thoughts when you saw a coffee mug ready and waiting for you at your desk, accompanied by some biscuits.

–Good day sunshine! – oh, there he was. Taehyung was like no other worker you had, that for sure, with his deep voice and animated demeanor that sometimes bordered on overwhelming. You dissimulated your smile while taking off your long coat and giving a sip to your coffee; it was perfect, Taehyung never brought it wrong.

–It’s really inappropriate of you to call me that Taehyung, I’m your boss – he just smiled at you, all teeth and joy so you looked down at the papers in front of you to stop yourself from staring. –With that being said, what do we have for today? –

–Meeting at nine thirty with the chief engineer about the new program he’s working on, reviewing on two new apps by ten and a half, have a call with the investors so I reserved you forty minutes after eleven for that, oh and the new interns arrive today, I did a preselection and reduced the group to five and they’ll have a private interview with you starting at two so you have enough time to go to see your parents after midday because their anniversary is today – he said, already on his efficient mode.

You gulped on your coffee, looking surprised at him. –Oh my god, I forgot… I need to get them a gift Taehyung –

–I already did – Taehyung said, signaling to one of your couches where a box with a pretty ribbon laid. –Since I knew you were most likely going to forget it, I took the liberty of planning a one week trip for them, and they should have a special lunch delivered with the catering service at their house by twelve, so you only need to take the box with you to give them their tickets and congratulate them –

You stared dumbfounded at him, sometimes, Taehyung went too fast but that was good, that was specifically good when he never let escape details like this and managed to save your day. You stayed silent for a moment and Taehyung talked again, he wasn’t one to do well with silence.

–Don’t you have the greatest assistant in the country? – he smiled again while looking at you. His tie was a little crooked, and who wore ties with little comic whales to work? Taehyung, that’s who; the indeed greatest assistant in the country who worked for you.

–Thanks Taehyung, you did well – you smiled softly at him and Taehyung shrugged.

–At your service boss, call me if you need me – he checked something else on his iPad and then exited your office, leaving you wondering how you’d managed to do without him before.

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kaitrionabalfe  asked:

I'm in dire need of a fluffy scene where Claire tries to read the lines on Jamie's palm and she ends up failing miserably.

Liv says: So this isn’t fluff, so to speak—but I hope it’s still fun! Set about 2-3 years before puir Frank the Mailman died in the Three Witches AU. No worries if you haven’t read it. This one stands alone! :)


Intersection: A Three Witches Story

Claire knew this was against coven rules. Like, totally outside the realm of acceptable witch behavior.

To dole out one’s magical talents—particularly at the county fair—was a bit manipulative (in regards to the customers), a bit sad (in regards to Claire). Still, she liked to think she was working for a kind of greater good. Ensuring the happiness of all mankind! And that was almost admirable, wasn’t it? Giving hopeful glimmers of adulthood to the stork-like teenagers, comforting the mopey singletons who trudged around, heads bent? She’d offered such assurances as:

“A new man will come into your life. A handsome one—with a huge prick! His name…I think his name begins with a ‘T’.” (This to the recent divorcee, clutching her naked ring finger like a burn. She hadn’t known what a “prick” was but was no less forthcoming with her money.)

Or this, to the bucktoothed 16-year old picking at his acne scars: “You’ll be the coolest person in college. Captain of the ultimate frisbee team!” He’d been disappointed at that one, enormous chompers clamping over his bottom lip. “Ho ho ho there, young man!” she’d said then. “Ultimate frisbee is cool where you’re going. The coolest cool.” And then he’d smiled, a patchwork of teeth and holes, which Claire hoped someone might find endearing. A nice and wholesome blind girl, maybe.

And then this, to the both of them: “For just $5 more, I can guarantee it! All you have to do is buy this magical rock and carry it with you wherever you go.” Nevermind that said magical rock was actually from Claire’s backyard. Nevermind that several of them were speckled in bird shit. Maybe some cicada guts.

But that was the thing about desperate Mortals. Metaphorically speaking, their whole lives were a succession of bird shit plops and smeared bug guts. So they didn’t even notice when it was covering their $5, not-magical rock.

“Yes please! I’ll take two!” the divorcee had cried, handing Claire a ten dollar bill. (Did she think this would bring two men into her life? Because that’s not how Claire’s bird shit rocks worked.)

“Um. Yeah. That’s sounds pretty sick,” said Beaver Bobby. “I’ll buy a rock.” He’d paid in all quarters but, hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

If her best friend Gillian were here, she would likely call this “an exploitative farce,” two terms she would’ve picked up from her beloved Word of the Day calendar.

Claire,” she would hiss, “this is such an exploitative (Wednesday’s word) farce (last Friday’s word).” And then she’d pull out her Moleskin, update her word count with a self-satisfied tick. Her record, she claimed, was sixty words in a single morning, and Claire imagined a horrible plague descending upon their town, zombifying everyone until they could only grunt “verisimilitude.” Gillian thought an expanded vocabulary made her smarter but, really, it just increased her smart-assedness to a barely tolerable level.

Luckily, Gillian wasn’t here to offer one of her impressive synonyms because she’d bailed on their plans. If Claire could place money on it—and she couldn’t, with only $7 to her name, the very reason for this “manipulative/sad/exploitative farce”—Gillian was protesting GMO’s one county over. Perhaps arguing for the rights of beluga whales. Or, and this was the most likely, she was loitering at the Creamy Whip, breasts thrust at a very specific angle so that customers’ cones would find their shirts and not their mouths.

Psh! Now if that wasn’t an “exploitative farce” then Claire didn’t know what was. Gillian had mosquito bite boobs and a push-up bra more magical than her own powers.

But here was the thing: Claire wasn’t completely faking it. She wasn’t, so to speak, wearing a bra with three inches of padding. She could read palms, see futures unfurl, weblike, across strangers’ skins. Forks, divots, complex branches—each had such a distinct voice, that Claire had no doubt as to whether or not, say, Mr. Duncan over there would choke on a hot dog and die very suddenly. Or whether young Malva—that girl with the cotton candy and ruffled socks—would pop out a kid by the time she was 17. Claire, being a witch, knew precisely what would befall her clients by simply looking at their hands.

But of course, teenage pregnancy and death by synthetic meat logs weren’t exactly good for customer satisfaction. And so Claire would read Mr. Duncan’s palm, and she would see Mr. Duncan’s red face, gasping on a particularly troublesome bit of hot dog, but say he’d live until he was 85. A little white lie for a happy client. And a happy client meant A) money, B) a potential second visit, and thus C) more money. The $5 rocks weren’t scams, just for-profit business cards.

So she was lying, but not, y’know, totally lying. She’d deal with the prevention of hot dog-induced deaths later, when it better benefitted her monthly budget. (Because just as she wasn’t a complete liar, she wasn’t a complete asshole either.)

The fair had died down to a trickling of stragglers: mostly drunks, a couple of junkies who’d staggered into Nayawenne County for cheap-rate smack. Sighing, Claire stood to begin packing up, turned off the moody sound effects, gathered Gillian’s stack of Tarot cards (all hand-painted variations of herself: man Gillian; tree Gillian; Gillian with bigger-than-mosquito-bite boobs).

In the five hours since Claire had arrived, she’d made $120. Not a terrible turnout if one compared it to last year’s fair, when an angry swarm of Bible-thumpers had tossed her earnings into the funnel cake fryer. Sally Bain—or, as Claire called her, Sally Bane-of-Her-Existence—had rallied her troop of Jesus warriors and thrust crucifixes into Claire’s face, chanting things like, “Begone Satan!” and “This is God’s land!”

Which was kind of funny when you thought about it. If God wanted to claim ownership of Nayawenne—out of every other place in the universe—then he was pretty damn stupid.

Fortunately, Claire had suffered no further Bible-thumping, crucifix-wielding disturbances. Sally Bane-of-Her-Existence had fled town once she’d discovered her husband had fucked the organ player up in the ass. And in the church rectory, no less. (Such irony! Claire’d had absolutely nothing to do with it. Ha.)

It had been a windy afternoon, and Claire’s crystal ball was now coated in a fine layer of dust. Though it was only for decorative purposes—for customer satisfaction!—Claire decided she ought to give it a nice shine, make it look at least halfway capable of revealing visions of tomorrow.

Witch Tip #1: Unbeknownst to Mortals, crystal balls were like kisses from a true love. Which was to say, not powerful in the slightest. The most a kiss could do was give you mouth herpes. And, at its highest power, a crystal ball would fly across a room, break a window and the pinky toe of an irritating significant other. Not that Claire had experience with either situation. Certainly not the mouth herpes.

Claire ripped off a paper towel and went to grab the Windex, only to realize she’d left the Windex at home. Had, by a stroke of poor planning, only brought the herbal tonic she sometimes had to spritz into her eyes when they got a bit cloudy.

Witch Tip #2: Seeing the future had its drawbacks. Your eyes would get all crusty if you did it too much. As if your body was punishing you with goopy morning blindness. Honestly, it was pretty gross.

Well shit, Claire thought. She spat on her hand and rubbed the ball, hoping the couple beside “Whack-A-Democrat” wouldn’t think she was, like, doing something sexual to an inanimate object.

But whatever the couple thought, they were watching her, whispering behind their hands and giving her darting glances. Oh God, Claire thought, Bible-thumper radar blaring. Did Sally Bain send them? Did she organize a sabotage via prayer? Was it possible to raise an army of vengeful Baptists an entire state away? (Claire wouldn’t be surprised. She’d heard of stranger things. Done some of them herself. See also: anally-fucked organ player before he was anally fucked.)  

But no, the couple wasn’t looking at Claire with the fury of God in their eyes—but fascination. The woman, a petite but sturdy thing, was shoving her partner in Claire’s direction. Making a not-so-obvious pointing gesture, like, Her. Her! that he seemed somewhat reluctant to obey. Still, he did, and soon he was striding towards Claire, long legs stomping up clouds of dirt dust, red hair matching the synthetic blood of a “whacked” Bill Clinton.

“Are you…” the man began, looking nervously over his shoulder. The woman pursed her lips, arched her brow like, Do it, you pussy. He shoved his hands in his pockets, defeated. “Are ye done for the day, lass?”

“I was just about to pack up, but I’ve time for another reading if you’re interested.”

“Aye…” he said, completely unconvincing. “Aye, I suppose I’m interested.”

“Well then, take a seat, Mr…?”

“Fraser. Jamie.”

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[Yuri on Ice, Otayuri, Soulmates AU] Read on AO3 

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“Your soulmate is dead, Otabek.”

The boy barked right in his face and Otabek watched him with furious eyes, clenching his fingers into a fist, shaking.

He didn’t exactly understand the meaning of the word - dead, he was only four, but when it was getting thrown at you in the middle of a fight, like some stone, then it definitely wasn’t going to be something good.

Before Otabek could get his senses back and act on his instincts, he was dragged away from the bullying boy by his class teacher. As teacher Lilia soothed him with calm words and then warned him in a firm tone, Otabek could only stare at the tan skin of his wrist, unconsciously rubbing a thumb against his pathetically blank wrist.

When your soulmate’s first words to you were supposed to be tattooed on your wrist, a blank wrist was quite intriguing and an open invitation to be teased.

Otabek’s wrist was missing a soulband.

Every single person in his acquaintance had a soulband, God, even JJ had a soulband, then why not him? Otabek wondered.

Otabek’s mom tried to convince him by suggesting a few possibilities. One of them sounded quite convincing - maybe, his soulmate was yet to be born.

When Otabek didn’t budge, his mother tried diverting his mind with some poetic stories about how our loved ones would turn into stars after life, always shining in the sky, always readily available when you missed them the most.

It was a lie. He understood two years later when his grandma passed away and he couldn’t find solace in the midst of the gloomy, dark sky. He’d cried his eyes out for three days straight. He missed his grandma. He missed his non existent soulmate even more.

When he turned fourteen and still didn’t have the soulband, the ‘soulmate was yet to be born’ option was almost completely ruled out. He was sure he wasn’t going to meet his soulmate. Ever.

As the years passed he witnessed Mila chewing his ear off, screaming about meeting her soulmate in summer camp. He watched with amused eyes while his baby sister recognized her soulmate when his friend Phichit addressed her - “Hello Tia” instead of Mia.

The elders of the family always shared funny, mesmerizing stories about meeting their other halves. Of course, Otabek liked listening to those, even when he’d heard them before. He was happy for every single person around him, but sometimes he felt lonely…and hollow, as if he was missing his soul and not just some stupid mark of his wrist.

He met Yuuri Katsuki when he turned eighteen.

Yuuri was the sweetest person he’d ever come across. He had the heart of a cupcake and the charm of a fox. And most importantly, his wrist was blank.

They both immediately clicked over their non-soulband bond. It was Yuuri who showed him the other side of life, the not so pathetic side.

“Everyone can’t have a dreamy romance, Otabek,” he had said. “But that doesn’t mean you have to stop dreaming.”

Over a year Otabek watched him silently blush at the slightest mention of Viktor’s name, who apparently shared a soul bond with Christophe.

Otabek’s heart twisted in his chest for his best friend. But the smile on Yuuri’s face never faded. He was perfectly okay having Viktor as just-a-friend. He was glad having him in his life in some way, Otabek knew that.

Then one day he heard the news about Christophe moving to Switzerland, leaving permanently, never to return.

Otabek couldn’t make up his mind whether to feel happy for Yuuri or to feel bad for Viktor.

Otabek watched Viktor sulking over his soulmate’s absence for years and for the first time, Otabek felt lucky for having a blank wrist. He’d rather that than looking at a soulband everyday, every single minute and breaking piece by piece over what he could never have. It was Yuuri who helped the silver haired man to heal his shattered heart.

Otabek was the happiest person when, finally, Viktor asked him on a date, even happier than Yuuri was. Otabek felt as if something might have mended in his own heart.

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A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married.   A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy. Currently, plans on for several parts; Pregnant, Pregnancy, New Baby, and Sleep, however, if you have an idea send it on over.  Each part will have 2 parts.   Part 1 will be Emma’s POV and Part 2 will be Killian’s POV.  Hope you enjoy.  Killian’s POV can be found here. 

Pregnant - Emma’s POV
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Word Count - ~3700              Rating - K

There are some things in every woman’s life that she just knows.  Things like if it’s going to be a good hair day if certain pants make your butt look big, or when the only thing that will hit the spot is a piece of chocolate.

There are also certain things about a woman’s body that you know when they are off and when you need to start asking yourself questions and no longer blame the fact that they are off because of the magical disarray that is your life.  Questions like how long have things been off?  Or how careful have you and your pirate husband been about protection?  And most importantly asking yourself when you are going to get the courage up to just take a test and get the answers to said questions?  All of this and more were running through her mind as Emma showered, dressed, kissed her boys goodbye and drove away from their home by the sea.

When Emma opened the door to Granny’s the smell of frying bacon and percolating coffee hit her in the face, causing her throat to tighten and her stomach to roll.  “Breathe deeply, in through the mouth, slowly out through the nose,” she murmured softly as she made her way to the back booth where her mother waited for her.   "Get something into your stomach fast,“ she continued just as she reached her mom and baby brother and slid across the seat.

"Emma, I’m so happy you could meet me this morning.”

“Sure, mom, I’m starving where’s the waitress?”

Snow frowned at the anxious tone in Emma’s voice, “Here she comes now. Go ahead and order honey.”

Emma looked up into the expectant face of Candy or Mandy, one of the Hubbard twins, she wasn’t sure which as she could never could tell them apart.

“Good morning ladies, what can I get you?”

Instead of ordering her usual, Emma looked down at the menu, “I’m starving.  I’ll have a three- egg omelet with ham, cheese, peppers and mushrooms, a glass of orange juice, a short stack of pancakes with butter-rich maple syrup and a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream.” She finished her order, shut her menu and looked up into the face of her mother who was sitting there with her mouth hanging open.

“Emma,” she hesitated, “did you just order for the table?”

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Anxiety Attack

Well, here I go. So this topic is quite personal to me because I suffer from it, but I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve had this one personally saved. GIF is not mine and feel free to send in requests! 


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I froze. Oh god, please don’t let me have a panic attack now. I had been doing so well with keeping it together, my streak was about to be gone. I looked up towards Shawn, seeing that he had just finished his concert for the night as he was talking to Andrew, pulling out his ear plug, seeming to be so happy. I didn’t want to ruin his buzz. Him seeing me having a panic attack after his concert is probably something he didn’t want to deal with. 


Screams from the fans invaded my hearing, causing me to wince at the sound being amplified. I gripped onto my shirt, feeling my legs were about to give out, toes and fingers slowly becoming numb. I felt my whole body becoming clammy, feeling the tightness in my breath increasing every second. I wrested my hands on the food table, trying to keep my balance as much as I could. My hearing started to become impaired, as though I could only hear my own breathing shortening. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart race increasing. 


‘Y/N?’ My eyes wandered to a concerned Shawn, his attention was now fully on me, along with Andrew’s. I stared into Shawn’s eyes, not being able to comprehend a sentence. I breathed in as deeply as I could, which wasn’t a lot as I felt my body give way. I felt my body falling, watching Shawn’s face change drastically, watching him taking off into a sprint almost in slow motion towards me, hoping to catch me. But with a harsh thud on the floor, I felt my whole body go into danger mode. All I could see was the ceiling of the arena complex, hearing the loud vibrations of footsteps coming towards me as I started to hyperventilate, my body shaking with the quick, fast breaths. I felt like I was going to die. Everything felt as though I was in slow motion. 


I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t cry out that I felt like I was dying at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t even blink as I felt someone move my body onto my side, removing my hair from my face. 


‘Is she having an epileptic fit?’ 


'No, she’s having a panic attack.’ Shawn’s voice flowed through my ears as I felt my body starting to jerk from the continuous shaking and hyperventilating. I felt my teeth starting to numb, feeling as though I could pass out at any moment if someone didn’t try to calm me down. 


I looked ahead of me, seeing a few blurry figures in front of me, watching me full on freak out. I started crying, whaling mostly as I couldn’t find air. I felt a warm touch on my cheek, noticing Shawn was touching my face, 'Y/N, babe, please breathe for me. You know exactly how to do it, okay?’ 


I was trying hard to listen to Shawn’s pleading words, but there was no avail, I kept thinking about how everyone was probably watching this play out. 'Someone get me some water, please!’ I heard Shawn shout behind him, looking directly back towards me, grabbing my face in his hands. He was slightly blurry, but I could tell he was ready to cry himself. 'Y/N, you’ve done this before. This will pass, you’ve got to believe in yourself, c'mon baby girl.’ 


I watched him lie down next to me, grabbing my hands in his, watching him squeeze them. I gripped back as tightly as I could, showing the fear I was in right now. 'It’s alright, we’re going to breath together, okay? Alright,’ Shawn breathed in deeply through his nose, counting to five and out his mouth whilst I tried to repeat the same actions. I kept jerking on my breaths, making me cry out even more. 'Hey, it’s alright babe. Keep doing what you’re doing, it’s okay. I promise.’ He breathed in through his nose and out his mouth again, still not succeeding. 


'Shawn…’ I managed to get out as I started to feel the tears falling down my face, he slowly caressed my face, sadness illuminating off of him, 'I feel like I’m going to-to pass out…’ 


'I’m sorry babe, you can’t do that. Not whilst I’m here.’ Shawn sat up quickly and pulled me up from the cold floor that I soon discovered, sitting me on his lap as he held me like I was a child. He took off his grandfathers ring and placed in my hand, hoping to gain feeling back. His hand over closed mine, holding it tightly due to his knuckles being white. He put my head on his chest, as I craved his heart beat. I didn’t care if Shawn was sweaty, he was the only one helping me right now. 


I was still shaking as I saw a bottle of water in front my face. 'Drink it Y/N, please.’ I grabbed it, taking a shaky skull with Shawn’s eyes following my every move. I took a shaky sigh, feeling the jerking and harsh shaking finally ended. I was now left with the tired feeling of wanting to sleep. 


I closed my eyes and sighed into Shawn’s chest, who was holding me tight. I lifted my head to look at my sweaty, worried face boyfriend. I placed my hand on his cheek, pulling him close for a gentle kiss. I pulled away as I soon felt his lips on my forehead. 


'You scared the crap out of me.’ He whispered into my hair. I tried to sit up, as Shawn refused to let me.


I looked down at my hands, holding Shawn’s ring tightly. 'I don’t know what happened…’ I started off, 'one minute I was clapping for you on your last song, the next I felt my chest clenching.’ I sighed, looking down at my fingers. 


I heard the jogging of footsteps as I saw Andrew and the tour paramedic. I felt my face becoming warm, I didn’t know if it was from my anxiety attack or if I was embarrassed. I watched Andrew talk with the paramedic for a few seconds, as the paramedic soon left us. 


'Well,’ Andrew sighed, looking down at Shawn and I, 'I’m glad Shawn knew what he was doing, because I certainly didn’t.’ I laughed at Andrew, sighing myself. 


'It’s a terrifying experience when you face it alone,’ I looked at Shawn still sweating face, smiling, 'but when you have people that care around you, it’s not so bad.’

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@sommarmiraklet​ some fluff for you and all the hugs <3

[[no one can convince me that Lance wouldn’t take this rivalry all the way along into a developing relationship.]]

Keith saved him from being sucked out into space and in the heat of the moment Lance may or may not have gone for a full on hug? And then Keith squeezed back with so much force and his heart totally out-racing Lance’s? Like he actually had to show off his strength right now? Oh it is on.


The kitchen is completely empty at whatever time it is when Lance wants nothing but a nice packet of juice, but when he turns around Keith stands there. And he brought his stupid hair. They end up talking under one of the windows in the corridor which can be excused because no one is there to see it. It only gets weird when Keith goes quiet without doing the polite thing of staring literally into space. Nope, instead he’s looking at Lance with this expression of wonder on his face that really shouldn’t be there after an extensive summary of the Die Hard franchise. Maybe Keith thinks Lance made all of that up. Maybe Keith thinks he’s a genius. In any case, he must have done something impressive because Keith’s face is super close and then he’s kissing Lance. By the time Lance gets the hang of it it’s already over and Keith pulls back, but not before he’s making this small sound against Lance’s lips as if Lance’s repeated failure actually does something to him. What a jerk.


The whole hands and mouths stuff a few weeks later is pretty awesome, no doubt about that. And it’s almost cute how dazzled/focused Keith looks during it. Almost. Not like Lance is going to forget that he’s in this to win. But then Keith gasps out his name and does something with his wrist and suddenly Lance is coming, toes curling on the sheets and his head ringing with it. When he stops seeing stars and his vision un-blurs, the first thing he sees is Keith’s smile. Typical. He’s also doing it wrong because his face is way too soft and happy. At least Lance can do being smug so much better.


The first time they sleep together, Lance has got a pretty solid plan on how to win the upper hand. Because seriously, this has been going on way too long and so far Keith has a better score which just isn’t right. So he’s going to romance the shit out Keith and see how he likes that. No expenses spared, Lance is going the whole nine yards with candles and flower petals and atmospheric music. Only the ship seems to consider fire in close quarters a not so romantic thing and wet flower petals tend to stick everywhere and the music turns out to be a recording of whale noises. Not like it really stops them. It’s all looking pretty good for team Lance until Keith has to go and start crying. Not like actual sobbing, but his eyes are all wet while he’s looking at Lance like the whole rest of the universe has just stopped existing and it makes Lance’s stomach drop with emotions. Quiznak.


Lance just knows Keith’s going to say it and it’s so lame. They’re not even getting ready for battle or doing anything that’s even remotely an epic setting for something like this. They’re on cleaning duty for crying out loud. How could he ever be fooled into thinking Keith was better at romance than him?

“I love you!” Lance says as quickly as he can get it out and then drops his broom to throw his fists into the air. “Haha, check and mate, my friend.”

Keith has the decency to look completely floored by being beaten for once, mouth still open: “You do?” Then he starts smiling. “I love you too.”

Lance collects his broom, feeling very pleased with himself: “You can say what you want, but this victory is mine.”

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Right.” Keith goes back to sweeping. “I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to move into my room.”


Oh it is so on.

Joe Sugg imagine || Adult beverages ||

Anonymous said:

could you do an imagine with joe where youse both go to the gleam party but you’re not drinking because you’re lowkey preggo w joe an everyone’s asking why you’re not drinking ??

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A/N: I just changed this up a little to like, a Christmas-ish party of sorts, hope that’s alright!

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“Wow.” You said in amazement as you walked into the large open space of Gleam that had been changed around into an indoor winter wonderland.

There was tables set up with white table cloths and a silver sheer over them, which glittered from the light up snowflakes and, alternating green and red large Christmas bulbs hanging from the ceiling.  

Two large Christmas trees were on each end of what appeared to be the main table, both with classic white lights, silver and gold ornaments and stars gleaming at the top, there were snowflakes on the walls, and a large fake electric fireplace which housed many stockings all embroidered with each Gleam members name.

The room smelt of a perfectly even mixture between Christmas-tree Spruce and a smell you couldn’t entirely identify but it smelled like Christmas, vanilla like, but spicy…

“Hi! Oh you look so stunning my little butterfly!” Louise said, coming up to you, hugging you lightly and kissing your cheek. “Champagne?” She asked gesturing to a table of glass flutes.

“Thanks.” You said in a soft voice, brushing your hand down your outfit, which was a little out of your comfort zone, but a last minute shopping trip to conceal your ever growing baby bump had you picking items you’d never pick. “No, no thanks.” You added casually.

Louise’s eyebrows knitted together at your denial of adult beverages, “no, thanks?” She re-asked not sure she entirely understood what you said. A small nervous laughed escaped you, “I mean, not right now…” You said smoothly.

The truth was, you hadn’t told anybody you were expecting, you were a little over 14 weeks pregnant and nobody knew except Joe and yourself, you were nervous to share your happy news with everyone. A little over a year and a half ago, you had gotten pregnant … Joe and you were so excited you shared the news almost immediately after you found out at 5 weeks with all your friends, family and your online family.

It was so easy and exciting telling everyone you’d be expecting a baby Sugg in January. But so painful… And sombre telling the same people, that no… There would be no baby Sugg and that your 8 week appointment didn’t go as planned.

This time you were both careful, you told nobody, scared that the slightest celebratory gesture would jinx you.

“Oh, I see – you wanna come across as a respectable adult, before you get completely wasted, gotcha.” Louise winked, doing finger guns at you, while laughing. It was easy to tell she had been pre-gaming before this party and tipsily wondered off, yelling at the back of Marcus’ head in excitement, it made you laugh and shake your head, amused.

“Hey.” An arm slipped around your waist as Joe came to stand beside you, he kissed your cheek, “feeling okay?” His voice was low in your ear after the kiss. “Mm-hmm.” Escaped your lips as you half nodded.

“Good, I’m glad.” He flashed you a smile, that melted your heart just like every other time he smiled your way. “I know you didn’t really wanna come, but, it is good to get out of the house.” He said.

“Yeah.” You agreed, “so far baby is cooperating.” You didn’t get just get morning sickness, you got an all day at random times sickness. “Good, you behave for mommy little one.” Joe nodded, his finger tips brushed against your stomach lightly.

You felt your cheeks blush, “don’t draw attention to my massive stomach.” You sighed. “You aren’t massive, babe.” Joe rolled his eyes, but took his fingers away and cleared his throat, he wanted nothing more then to scream from the rooftops that you were pregnant and the pair of you were going to be parents. But he knew you weren’t quite as ready as he was.

“You look so stunning sister-in-law!” You heard Zoe before you felt her arms wrap around you from the side, squeezing you tightly and you tensed up. “Oh, thank you.” You said with a smile, moving a little and returning her hug quickly. “(Y/N) you look beautiful.” You commented seeing her in a deep red dress and black tights with heeled boots.

“Thank you.” Zoe gushed, giving you a huge smile. “And I must say, Joseph you clean up so well!” She looked at her brother in black jeans and a white button down shirt. “Thanks.” Joe grinned at her, “I woke up this way.” He said vainly, making both Zoe and you laugh.

“I feel like, I haven’t seen you in forever! You really need to visit more often!” Zoe said in a playfully scolding tone at you. “We have so much to catch up on, lets get a drink – and you must tell me where you bought your foundation, you’re simply glowing!” She remarked, grabbing your hand and started to drag you away.

Following her you glanced back at Joe helplessly, but Alfie soon made Joe impossible to see and you turned your attention back to following Zoe, still with a hold on your hand.

“Doesn’t everything look wonderful?” Zoe commented, as she stopped by the table of glasses and you nodded, “it looks amazing, yeah.” You seen her picking up two glasses and holding one out to you. “I’m not really thirsty…” You tried to protest but Zoe was staring at you in such a way, you sighed, taking the glass you just held onto it.

“You not thirsty, uh huh.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she sipped her own drink. “By the way! I LOVED your haul video from Primark, you always pick the cutest things. We have to go shopping together soon.”

“That would be nice.” You agreed, your fingers tapping the glass you held nervously. “Why hello ladies, looking very gorgeous this evening.” Jim joined the two of you, smiling as always.

“Thank you Jim.” Zoe said, giving him a quick hug, you took the opportunity to set your drink down, before you hugged him, “Thanks Jim, you look very dapper.” You added.

“Thank you, I think I took more time getting ready then Tan.” He admitted, “by the way, did you just put down a full drink? Are you feeling okay?” Jim touched your forehead with his hand. “I feel fantastic, thank you.” Your tone was dry, pushing his hand away lightly. “I’m not an alcoholic, everyones on my back… I don’t need adult beverages to be social!” You couldn’t help your tone getting a little serious.

“Whoa, calm down.” Jim whispered, putting his hands up in defense, “I was just tormenting you… No need to get upset.” He pointed out, but gave you a look of confusion.

“I’m not getting upset.” You muttered, feeling suddenly stupid as your small outburst toward him. “Sorry.” You added, feeling both Zoe and Jim giving you a weird look.

“Maybe you’re hungry, have you eaten today? I seen lovely mini sausage rolls, and little pastries over there.” She gestured to a large table, thinking about sausage rolls and the smell, your stomach rolled, your hand went over your mouth. “No, I’m good.” You whispered.

“Are you sick?” Jim asked worried. “You look like you’re a little warm.” He admitted. “I’m fine, just getting over a stomach bug.” You let out a slow deep breath, wishing your stomach would stop rolling. “I think I just need some air.” You pointed toward the door not giving either of them the change to say anything as you swiftly walked away toward the doors.

You almost ran down the small hallway as you got outside to the fresh cool air, taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Come on, baby.” You whispered, rubbing your stomach slowly.

Walking to a bench outside the office building, sitting down, you keep running your open palm around your stomach slowly, “please cooperate for mommy.” You pleaded with your child.  

“Oh, I understand now.” Jim was standing behind you, watching you. You turned quickly seeing him.” “Please don’t tell anyone.” You stammered a little and Jim shook his head. “Not my business to tell.” He said, coming to sit down next to you on the bench.

“How far?” He asked curiously, his attention on your stomach, “fourteen weeks.” You felt a little better with someone other them Joe finally knowing.

“Oh wow, I never would’ve guessed.” He admitted, before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him tightly. “I can’t imagine how difficult it’s been keeping it a secret…” He rubbed your arm slowly. “Congratulations (Y/N).” He kissed the side of your head.

“I’m so scared, Jim.” You whispered, terrified actually. “I know, I know.” His voice was comforting. “It’ll be okay.” He assured, when you lost your first baby, you didn’t want to talk about it, you hated people asking how you were doing, and telling you, ‘it happens for a reason’, or just giving you sympathetic looks but Jim had a way of making you open up and talk about it, without it feeling like someone was trying to give you a therapy session.

“He was cooperating all day… Now? No.” You said shaking your head as Jim let you go. “He?” Jim raised his eyebrow. “Just a feeling.” You pointed out and he nodded.

“Well, maybe he is telling you… It’s okay mom… Tell people, celebrate… Be happy, not scared.” He said insightfully. “Don’t live by fear of the past (Y/N), or you’ll keep hidden all the joyous things that come with pregnancy…” He smiled. “Plus Tan will be absolutely ticked off with you if you don’t give her ample time to shop for the little guy.” He tried to lighten the mood, by laughing.

“That’s true.” You did laugh, agreeing with him. “Good point, thank you Jim.” You smiled at him. “Of course, that’s what I’m here for.” He stood up, holding his hands out to you.

“I can get up… I’m not a total whale yet.” You rolled your eyes, but took his hands anyways and he pulled you to stand up. “No one said anything about you being a whale.” He pointed out, as you both started walking back inside…

Three years old

Part 1 of “Three years old” can be read here :)

Part 2

April 14th, 2017

Watching a man holding his little daughter, swaying to the melody of Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice while the child, exhausted from a day full of happiness and laughter, clung to him as if he was her only rock, the only one who would bring her safely through yet another dark, bustling night, was as close to get a taste of complete bliss as it could get.

Eaden’s head was slumped against her father’s broad shoulder, whose nose was deeply buried into the nape of her neck. Gillian could hear him humming softly to their daughter, and every now and then, he tilted his head slightly to look at her face, watching her eyes getting heavier while she was tiredly looking at her own little fingers tracing the collar of his shirt.

It was the perfect ending to a very special day for their little girl, and for her entire family.

To witness how loved their daughter was by all of her siblings, grandparents and friends was one of the best feelings for a parent.

Knowing how much dedication and time her sisters had put into the three tiered, ocean themed birthday cake with a giant whale on top. It had taken them days to plan this thing just because their little sister was probably the only three-year-old girl around who didn’t want Elsa, Anna or any other recent Disney princess on her cake. Instead, their little Arielle had asked for her very own underwater queendom, as she insisted it should be called.

And her brothers, all hilarious in their own way and absolutely smitten with their little sister, did their absolute best to make this day the most memorable and special day Eaden had ever had by being the sweetest, most patient and generous boys around.

Or watching her open up her presents, one more thoughtful than the other, and seeing the glint in her eyes when she realized that she didn’t just get one package of chewing gum, but one from each of the thirteen countries they all had visited in the last couple of months. All coming with a little story about the person who’d sold them, which their big-hearted, little adventurer loved just as much as the gum itself.

This girl brought so much joy to their family, and Gillian was so grateful for every single day, every moment they got to see her growing up and every memory they were able to make with her. She was worth all the hard times, every tear and every fight they had to survive in order to get to the point when all that was left was the heart.

“Hey, get over here, beautiful,” David suddenly whispered over Eaden’s head, his lips curved in a warm smile as he extended his arm towards her.

She didn’t hesitate to step into his embrace, and as soon as he had his arm securely wrapped around her waist, Gillian snuggled close to her warm, cozy little girl already clad in her soft pyjamas. While the delicious baby smell was long gone, Gillian still loved her daughter’s sweet scent. It was as fresh, satisfying and addicting as ever.

“Did you have a good day, baby?” Gillian asked and gently stroked a few strands of hair out of Eaden’s face.

“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. Gillian was surprised that she wasn’t cranky in the slightest given how tired she looked with her puffy, dazed eyes.

“That’s wonderful! It was a very special day today, wasn’t it? Lots of nice people came over and brought so many great presents, right?”

“Yeah,” David agreed and placed a chaste kiss on his daughter’s forehead before nuzzling his nose into her blond bangs. “And we had a lot of good food today. You loved the burgers, didn’t you? And I can’t wait to eat the rest of the cake with you tomorrow, honey.”

“I’m thwee now,” she whispered, and both David and Gillian couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at their daughter’s slurred statement.

“Yeah,” David said softly and rubbed her back. “Three years ago today you came into our lives as a tiny, beautiful little baby. And you made us very, very happy.”

Eaden hummed softly and raised her head from his chest, fighting so hard to keep her eyes open while looking at her father. “Bwown hair?” she asked, her expression almost concerned.  

“Yes, you had brown hair when you were born, but it turned blond very quickly,” David replied with amusement, and as if his answer had just made her day completely perfect, Eaden heaved a relieved sigh, put her thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes and nestled her face against David’s chest.

They kept swaying to the music, enjoying each other’s warmth and the quiet and peace that was surrounding them.

After a while, Gillian risked a curious glance at Eaden’s face before smiling up at David.

“She’s completely zonked out.”

“Thank god, I thought she was about to get a little delusional,” he joked. “It was a big day for her.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty worn out myself,” Gillian admitted with a wink.

“Hmm, what do you think about tucking her in real quick and then… start to work on that birthday present she didn’t get this year?” he grinned mischievously at her and waggled his eyebrows.

Gillian shot him an incredulous look, but then burst into laughter so that she had to bury her face into the side of his arm to muffle the sound.

“That was so bad,” she chuckled into his shirt.

“What?” he asked in bewilderment. “At least we can tell her next year that we tried really hard for that little brother.”

“We could’ve already told her the same thing this year.”

David pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “True.”

“But you know…” she said seductively before getting on her tiptoes to give him a soft, lingering kiss and then tilted her head slightly to the side to look into his eyes. “You could tuck her in while I’m putting on something nice for the night… and we’ll just… take it from there. What do you think?”

“I think you’re full of brilliant ideas,” he said, and with a last quick kiss, put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the living room, turning off the lights behind him.

While Gillian disappeared into their bedroom, he slowly walked towards the other end of the hallway, and just as he was about to step over the threshold into Eaden’s room, she tightened her hold around his neck, making him stop in his tracks and looking down at her.

She was giving him the puppy eyes and the stuck out bottom lip, and then, in the sweetest voice imaginable, Eaden said, “It’s my birthday, Daddy. Can I sleep in your bed tonight, pwease?”

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Paring: Jared Padalecki x Reader 

Warnings: pregnancy 

Note: just felt like writing something fluffy-ish. English is not my native language, so sorry for the mistakes i probably made. I wrote this while listening to Tear In My Heart and House Of Gold, both by Twenty One Pilots. 

Summary: Reader meets Jared in a park and from that moment they know that they are meant to be. Later in life reader needs help and Jared is her hero. 

Originally posted by rawr-im-zombiebonny

You wandered around in the huge park, not knowing where you were headed. The birds were singing from the trees and the sky, some kids were laughing somewhere behind you, and happy couples filled the place. It was the early spring, the snow was gone and the sun was returning, lighting everything up. You stopped at a small lake and sat on a bench. The ducks ran up to you, begging for bread you didn’t have. The sky was blue and the sun was warm, but a small wind once a while made you freeze.

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