a day in the life of rosie

Snow

Little Imagine
Inspired by this Blurb

God she’s so beautiful. 

That’s all he can think about as he watches his girlfriend stare out the window of his tour bus. 

She’s been on tour with him for a few weeks now, and he loves it. Loves having her with him to discover new places. Her by his side before he goes on stage. Her holding his hand as they walk from place to place. Her cuddling into him when he passes out after a show. Just loves her.

“It’s starting to snow.” She says looking over her shoulder at him. 

He swears his heart stops every time she looks at him. There is no other way to put it other than that she’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Is it?” He asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. He gets up from his seat by the little cramped kitchenette to join her on the couch by the window. 

“I love when it snows.” She sighs looking back out the window, leaning into him as she sits beside her, arm over her shoulders. 

“Me too, reminds me of home.” He says softly, burning lips pressing against the top of her head. 

“Ever since I was little,” She starts off confident but then dies off realizing that she is about to share something personal. Shawn notices, always notices. So he gives her shoulder a little squeeze of encouragement to continue. “When it would snow I would pretend it was a re do for our world.” 

“How?” He says really wanting her to keep going, loves it when he can find out new things about her. 

“It’s like a fresh new layer you know. Everything is pristine and white, calm and cool. It’s like a start over for a brief second. Like the new life to the game you just died in.” 

“And when it melts away?”

“It’s the safe idea that your home is now back to normal. You know when it’s been snowing for days and the snow just stays and it’s become a nuisance. When you want to go do something but can’t because it’s snowing. When it all starts to melt away it’s that little silver of new returning to the reassuring of your normal.” 

“I love you.” He breathes out with a small smile of his rosy lips. 

“I love you too.” She rests her head in the crook of his neck. He reaches over and plays with her fingers. 

“So the snow is supposedly sticking and they want us to stop for the night so we don’t get stuck somewhere.” Geoff says interrupting the couples calm moment of silence. 

“Okay.” Shawn nods, not taking his eyes off the outside world beyond the window. “Where are we stopping at?”

“Some Walmart parking lot, they said we could park in the back, in a locked loading truck section.” 

“Cool.” Shawn said smirking at an idea forming in his head.

“Think I’m gonna take a shower.” She says standing up from her comfortable spot against Shawn. 

“I love you.” He whispers looking up at her. She smiles, a slight blush on her cheeks. 

“I love you too.” She whispers back, leaning down to kiss him quickly. 

When she’s out of earshot Shawn turns to Geoff.

“I need you to do me a favor.” 


“Shawn?” She calls out from the back area where the bunks and bathroom was.

“Mmm?” He asks from the front.

“What did you do with my pajamas?” She walks out in just a towel wrapped around her curvy body. His eyes go wide at the sight of her. 

“Hey.” He says standing up quickly to shield her from the rest of the guys on the bus. “Can you please go back there?” He asks, hands on her hips. 

“What did you- What are you wearing?” She asks looking him up and down.

“Just go change into the clothes I put back there, you are gonna love this I promise.” He says pushing her back to the secluded area. 

“I like touring with girls.” Brian smirks as Shawn returns to the guys. He hits the back of Brian’s head. 

“Shut the fuck up, I’ll kick your ass if you say anything like that again.”

“What? She’s the one-”

“Shut up!” Shawn hits Brian again. 

When she emerges minutes later he can’t help but notice how cute she is. She’s all bundled up in the gray snow jacket with matching pants, purple snow boots and a purple beanie. 

“Can you tell me why were dressed like this?” She asks, small smile on her face hoping he was gonna say that they were playing in the snow.

“Let’s go see how pretty your snow angel is.” He smirks taking her hand and pulling her out of the bus. 

The guys are already out there, in the middle of a snow ball fight. They get split up between the teams and Shawn shoots all the guys glares as a warning to not hit her too hard. 

Brian tosses a snow ball in her direction and it hits her in the arm. 

“Ow!” She says turning to look at Brian. “It’s called a snowball Bri not a fucking iceball.” She remarks packing a snowball in her hand. 

Shawn knows that he could step in, be her defendant. But she’s the one that’s played softball most of her life, so her throw and aim is gonna be a helluva lot better than his.

He watches with a smile as she winds her arm and chucks the snowball at Brian, it whizzing in the air and collides with Brian’s chest. He stumbles backwards, rubbing the area she just hit.

“Don’t fuck with me Brian, you don’t know what you are starting.” She warns him. Brian nods as all the guys snicker. 

“That’s my girl.” Shawn says as he kisses her freezing cheek, causing it to warm up. 

They decide to make the snowball fight into a game, if you’re hit then your out. In the end it’s just her against him. 

“I’m not giving in Babe.” Shawn smirks.

“I know, I’m not either.” She shrugs smiling. 

They both have a snowball in their hands and are both trying to figure out a way to get the other. 

“Are we about to witness a break up?” Geoff asks, watching along with everyone else. 

“Shh.” They both hush him. 

“Well shit, you would think they spent every second with each other.” He puts his hands up, like he’s surrendering. 

Shawn decides to just go for it, just throw and see if he can get her. She’s thinking about how to trick him, he knows it. This will catch her off guard.

He winds up and throws when she looks at the ball in her hand, when she looks up the snowball hits her. 

Right in the nose.

She stumbles backwards, rubbing her face. 

“Shit, Babe!” Shawn scrambles, slipping on the snow, as he rushes to her side. “Are you okay? I swear I didn’t mean to hit you in the face.” He’s cupping her cheeks, inspecting her nose.

“I’m fine.” She smiles at his worried face. 

“I’m so sorry Baby.” He kisses the tip of her nose, holding her close.

“It’s okay.” She tells him, looking into his eyes to let him know she means it. “I wouldn’t mind a kiss on my lips though.” She grins. He smirks and leans down and kisses her. 

When he pulls away he just stares at her for a second. He starts to look back when he giggles at her own idea.

“Oh and Shawn.” She starts, he looks back waiting for her to say something. All she does is pull the collar of his jacket towards her and drops her snowball down his shirt. 

“Ahh, shit that’s cold. Ah ah ah.” He whines as she giggles at him. “You are so going to pay for that.” He gives her an evil glare. 

“No, Shawn!” She yells, running away from him. He starts chasing her, loving the amount of giggling she’s doing. It’s music to his ears. His favorite song he wants to listen to all day every day. 

“Come here!”

“No, go away.” She protests. 

He reaches out and takes hold of her hips, pulling her down with him. She screams as she lands on top of him.

They are both breathing hard and smiling wide at each other.

“That was mean.” He pouts. 

“Sorry.” She shrugs. She rolls over and starts making a snow angel. 

She stops moving her limbs, just lays in the snow looking up at the dark sky. 

Shawn looks over at her, falling in love with the way she looks with snowflakes in her hair. With a red nose, and rosy cheeks. He rolls over, bracing his weight on his arms, but hovers over her. 

“You are so beautiful.” He says lowly. She rolls her pretty eyes and shakes her head. He leans down and kisses her quickly. 

“I can’t feel my toes.” She says when he pulls away. This causes him to chuckle and he kisses her again before getting up and pulling her up with him. 

“Let’s get you inside My Snow Angel, don’t want you to get too cold.” He wraps his arms around her, hugging her from behind as they walk back to the bus. 


Their both warm now. 

He took a hot shower, since he was covered in snow from her putting it down his shirt. 

She changed into fuzzy Christmas pants and fuzzy socks. She’s drowning in his green Crossfit hoodie. 

Her head is in his lap, she’s curled into a blanket as they watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. 

He’s holding a hot cup of tea with his left hand, while his right hand plays with a few strands of her soft hair. 

All the rest of the guys are sitting around, either watching the movie or on their phones ignoring the couple. 

“How are your toes, can you feel them yet?”

“I can feel them but their still cold.” She whines. He sets his cup down on the table beside him and leans over her, wrapping her feet in her blanket. He rubs the blanket quickly to create some heat.

“How’s that?”

“Better.” She smiles up at him. 

The movie continues to play. 

“She said I’m cute!!” The TV plays, causing a few laughs to sound around the bus. 

She turns in his lap, catching his attention. He looks down and smiles when she blinks slowly looking up at him. 

“What’s up?” He asks softly, caressing the sides of her face.

“I think your cute.” She smiles at him. Shawn looks up at Geoff who happens to be recording the young couple. 

“She said I’m cute!” Shawn imitates Rudolph, causing her to giggle. He leans down and connects there lips in a sweet kiss. 

“That was disgustingly cute.” Geoff says, posting the video on his insta live. 

“That’s us.” Shawn says proudly staring at his girlfriend as she hides her blushing face into his stomach. 

The night goes on and she falls asleep turned towards him. He runs his fingers through her hair and wipes a fallen eyelash off her cheek, making her eyes flutter. 

He just sits there staring at her, memorizing every feature on her face. The small dimple on her cheek, freckles on her nose, a small cut on her nose. He traces the cut and notices that it’s new, a recent cut. 

“I’ve never seen you so lovesick.” Geoff says softly, snapping Shawn of his thoughts.

“She’s real easy to love.” He grins. She’s still awake, he doesn’t know it, but she bites back her smile and listens to this conversation.

“How long have you guys been together now?” 

“Almost four years.” He smiles, going back to playing with her hair. 

“Think she’s the one?” 

“Know she’s the one.” Shawn nods looking back up at Geoff. 

“Yeah?”

“Shit man I’ve known she’s the one since the first time I woke up next to her.” He shakes his head at the memory. “She had spent the night. She fell asleep watching a movie and I didn’t let her drive home because of how tired she was. Anyway, she spent the night and when I woke up the next morning holding her.” He pauses, reliving the memory. “I knew right then and there that I wanted to wake up to her in my arms for the rest of life because my life can’t get any better. She’s honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Wow, look at Shawnie all grown up.” Andrew joins the conversation. 

“She makes me want to be better, she makes me want to give her everything in the world. And I’m gonna do whatever I can to give it to her.” 

She clutches his shirt a little more, trying so hard not to cry from happiness. He looks down a little worried and runs his thumb over the crease in her forehead, rubbing it away. 


It’s late and everyone has gone to bed. Shawn picks her up and takes her back to their shared bunk. He sets in her in the bunk and crawls in after her. He closes the curtain and pulls the blanket up and over both their bodies.

“Hey.” She whispers as he wraps his arms around her.

“Hey.” He smiles kissing her. 

“I love you too.” She kisses him quickly.

“What?” He asks.

“I heard you, out there with Geoff and Andrew.” 

“Oh.” He looks away, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“The first time I realized that you were the one was that night when I came home from work super stressed out.” She starts, drawing hearts onto his chest. He stares at her with wide eyes. “You had just gotten home from tour and you were at your parents house. I had texted and said something about having a shit day at work. I hadn’t heard back so I figured you were busy and would get back to me when you could. But that was when I got home and walked through the door and you and Aaliyah were standing in my kitchen bickering over what kind of potatoes to have for dinner.” She smiles.

“That was the first time?”

“Yeah, because you dropped your family time to come to my place and make sure I had a proper meal and had someone to vent to about my day.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“That was when I knew. That you would drop everything to make sure I was okay.” 

“We had mashed potatoes because that was what you and Aaliyah wanted.” He smirked. “I wanted baked.”

“But the girls win.”

“My girls always win.” He grins, pecking your lips.

“Unless it’s a snowball fight.”

“Is that what this cut is from? Did I do that?” He asks, guilt dripping from his voice.

“I’m okay.”

“But I cut you.”

“You didn’t mean to, honestly it could have happened to anyone. We were playing around.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that. I promise I’m okay. I wouldn’t have wanted that to end any other way.”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Goodnight Baby.”

“Goodnight Shawnie.” 

“I only like that nickname when it’s rolling off of your tongue.” 


She wakes the next morning to an empty bunk. She rolls over to his cold side and sighs, hoping he would be there to cuddle. She climbs out of the bunk, slipping her glasses on and throwing her hair into a messy bun. 

“Good Morning.” Geoff says when she meets him in the kitchenette. 

“Morning.” 

She turns to grab a coffee cup but stops when she sees a beautiful bouquet of red roses sitting on the counter.

“Geoff, what is this?”

“Why don’t you read the card.” Geoff shrugs with a small smirk on his face. 

She hesitantly grabs the card, opening it and smirking at his handwriting. 

Good Morning Love,
Last night was too perfect, and I wanted 
that to carry over to this morning.
I hope this makes the cut.
I’m sorry, and I love you,
To the moon ….

She smiles and holds the card to her chest.

“What did it say?” Geoff asks excitedly

“None of your business.”

“That’s so rude, I have been waiting since he set the flowers down to know what he said.”

“Get yourself your own Shawn.” 

Geoff rolls his eyes and stalks off to the front to sit down and mess with a few chords.

iMessage to Shawnie<3: And back! I love you so much, and I told you to stop saying sorry.

iMessage from Shawnie<3: Good Morning Love

iMessage to Shawnie<3: Good Morning Handsome

iMessage from Shawnie<3: Did you like your flowers?

iMessage to Shawnie<3: Love them, I don’t deserve you.

iMessage from Shawnie<3: No, I don’t deserve you. I’ll be back soon, be ready for a lunch date.

iMessage to Shawnie<3: Maybe you should take Geoff, he’s jealous I got flowers.

iMessage from Shawnie<3: I’ll get him flowers…


She laughs as she watches Shawn walk in with a single rose. He walks right passed her seated position on the couch and hands the rose to Geoff.

“Don’t be jealous anymore, I got you a flower too.”

Geoff laughs and looks over at her.

“What does your card say?” She giggles as Geoff reads the note attached to the stem. 

“Awe Shawn that is too sweet.” Geoff says looking at Shawn. 

“Shut up.” Shawn chuckles as he sits next to her, kissing her cheek.

“What did the card say?” She asks Shawn. 

Geoff hands her the card and she nervously glances but laughs.

Geoff,
You’re a dumbass

She bursts into a laughter fit. 

“I wish my card was that sweet.”

“Hush.” Shawn says cutting her off by placing a kiss on her lips. 

“I love you.” She smiles as he pulls away.

“To the moon and back.” Is his response.

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

Every Fangirl's Most Likely Future...
  • Me: *Reads a book*
  • Me: *Joins its fandom*
  • Me: *Stays up all night reading the books again*
  • Me: *Spends the whole day reading fanfics and blogging about the fandom even though there's an exam the next day*
  • Me: *Fails the exam*
  • Me: *Ends up living with parents unemployed 10 years later*
  • Me: .....
  • Me: My life's a mess.
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Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?

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Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?

Love, Rosie (2014) dir. Christian Ditter

My forever growing movie list of everything I love

• The Kings Of Summer
• Blue Valentine
• Big Fish
• Kick-Ass 1&2
• Scott Pilgrim Vs the World
• Youth In Revolt
• Palo Alto
• Adult World
• Two Night Stand
• The First Time
• The Theory Of Everything
• All The Wilderness
• Love, Rosie
• What If
•The royal Tenenbaums
• Moonrise kingdom
• The Darjeeling limited
• The life aquatic with steve zissou
• Rushmore
• Bottle rocket
•Happythankyoumoreplease
• Stuck in love
• Submarine
• The squid and the whale
• The kids are all right
• Up in the air
• Toast
• Grand Budapest hotel
• Greenburg
• The Spectacular Now
• Ruby Sparks
• Now is Good
• Little Miss Sunshine
• Inside Llewyn Davis
• The Art Of Getting By
• The Descendants
• It’s kind of a funny story
• (500) Days of summer
• Nowhere Boy
• Grand Budapest Hotel
• Art School Confidential
• Away We Go
• beginners
• Her
• Once
• Drive
• Elysium
• A place beyond the pines
• Let me in / let the right one in
• The aviator
• What’s eating Gilbert grape
• Seeking a friend for the end of the world
• Zombie land
• Adventureland
• Age of Adeline
• Mr.Nobody
• Staten Island Summer
• Yours Mine And Ours
• The Way Way Back

• Joy • Pan’s Labrynth

anonymous asked:

LOVE YOUR POST about your favorite TV shows but where's the one about your favorite movies? I can't find it on your blog.. by the way first time here but I'll definitely come back! Enjoy the rest of your day and thanks for sharing your tastes with us!

Oh sorry my darling, I removed the post a few days ago but if you really want to see it, here’s a new one just for you! It took me two hours to do it so have fun, haha.

40 movies (yes I know, it’s a lot) and you’ll find the titles of each of them at the end of this post. Kisses(:

Sin City / 30 Days of Nights / Blue Valentine / The Silver Linings Playbook / Dansgerous Liaisons / The Handmaiden / La La Land / Heartbeats / Moulin Rouge / The Neon Demon / Pulp Fiction / American Beauty / The Breakfast Club / The Perks of Being a Wallflower / 500 Days of Summer / The Sixth Sense / Edward Scissorhands / Eyes Wide Shut / Ex-Machina / Her / 8 Women / Drive / The Faculty / Leon / Royal Affair / Agora / Stoker / Black Swan / Mulholland Drive / A Swedish Love Story / Love Actually / Super 8 / Love, Rosie / Kaboom / Gone Girl / Mommy / Shutter Island / Gladiator / The Grandmaster / The Life of David Gale.

The Friendly Wager (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,613

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by upper-east-side-elite

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Neighbors Part VI

Soft sunlight is beaming through the blinds and she rolls onto her back, a hand covering her eyes.

She blinks slowly, rubbing her sleepy eyes and lets out a quiet groan. Her mouth is dry and her temples are throbbing slightly. She can feel her stomach clench in a weird way as if there’s something wrong. As if there is this gut feeling warning you.

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i miss swimming in sparkly blue pools with my friends, pretending we were mermaids in a vast ocean. i miss eating fruit roll-ups at backyard picnic tables, wrapped in a towel with dripping wet hair. i miss the sound of a skip-it toy scraping along the driveway pavement in circles, and drawing yellow suns and smiley faces with sidewalk chalk. i miss pulling all-nighters with my friends who’d sleep over in the summer, laughing and playing in our own world for hours until our eyes were heavy and the window turned a soft dawning blue. i miss walking into an air conditioned blockbuster and getting a gumball from the candy vending machine on the way out. i miss sitting in the baby seat of a shopping cart while mom pushed me around the grocery store. i miss velcro light-up sneakers and eating barnum’s animal crackers in my car seat. i miss the smell of my grandma’s house in summer: cool A/C air and clean sheets. i miss eating happy meals on her couch, watching nickelodeon with the hum of the air conditioner behind me. i miss jumping rope and blowing bubbles in the grass. i miss curiously watching ants crawl on the sidewalk. i miss bug spray and calamine lotion. i miss running to the ice cream truck and eating popsicles on porch steps under a hot rosy sunset. i miss these old childhood days of simple purity and make-believe; when we were all young, hopeful, and healthy. when life felt safe, kind, and infinite… when all we had to do was dream.

I Wish

Originally posted by hestylers

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: this is a cute little idea I had so I decided to write it. If anyone has requests within this AU please send them in!


It had been a long time since you had been so happy in a relationship. As a matter of fact, you had never been so happy in a relationship. Ever.

But that didn’t stop you from being extremely careful because it wasn’t just you that you had to consider. It was also your four-year-old daughter, Rosie.

When you fell pregnant with Rosie, you thought you had been losing everything. Your boyfriend, your career and your friends. But you soon realised that the people who distanced themselves and left you were better off out of your life, and having a baby your second year out of school certainly didn’t slow you down. And not only that, Rosie was the best thing that had ever happened to you. She was a sweet, bubbly little girl, who was always full of energy. As a matter of fact, she had made a huge impact on your workplace, an aged care facility. The patients loved having little Rosie around, she was always making the old folks smile and finding some way to brighten their days. She had made such an impression that you were now one of the employees at your workplace working to bring the kindergarten and aged care home together one day a week.

Rosie had made you feel so happy and fulfilled, you didn’t even realise it could get any better until you met Harry. He filled you with so much joy and love, you just didn’t know what to do with it all. Not only did he love you, he loved your daughter and respected the boundaries you put in place to protect her.

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Iz’s Writing

A masterlist of my writing so far :) The life story with Harry is in chronological order of your time with him but there are many gaps to be filled within their time together. It is listed so that it can make as much sense as possible if reading in that order.

Yours With All My Love (The story of your life with Harry):

Primrose Hill  (Meeting Haz)

Indescribable (First Date) 

Isn’t She Lovely (Meeting The Boys)

Remember Me (Birthday Shenanigans) 

She Does (Gemma’s Wedding)

Still The Same (On James Corden)

Look After You  (Looking After Harry)

Little Spoon (And He’ll Be Holdin’ On To You)

For Your Eyes Only (Kiss Him, Because He Has Found You) 

Fancy A Surprise (Surprises Whilst On Tour)

New Years With Him (And His Family, lol.)

Rosie (Being A Family Of Three For A Day)

Migraine (Harry’s Got A Migraine And You’re The Only Cure)

Songbird (Morning Adventures With H)

Notting Hill (Just A Boy, Kneeling In Front Of A Girl…)

Everything I Need (He Wants To Write You A Song)

One Step Closer (To Harry, From Your Little One)

YouTuber Series

Final Cut: London (A Vlog Around London)

Final Cut: Boyfriend / Girlfriend Tag (Q & A As A Couple)

Final Cut: Harry’s Hometown (A Vlog Around The Beloved Holmes Chapel)

Other Imagines:

His Ballerina (Proudly Watching His Graceful Girl)

Right Place Right Time (Saving You)

Journals and Adidas Jumpers (College AU Harry)

Close As Strangers  Part Two (The Spaces Between You And Harry) 

Unaware As Why (Your Small Bump Unborn)

The Day Of (Important Days In Your Life With H) 

Dance With Me (Dancing With Dunkirk!Harry Before He Leaves) 

twenty øne piløts 

Josh Dun

Heathen Like Us (Heathens On Tour)

Drabbles / Blurbs Based Off These Song Lyrics  

Harry

5 (Fall Away by Twenty One Pilots)

6 (Heathens by Twenty One Pilots) 

19 (Talk Too Much by Coin)

24 & 37 (Something Great by One Direction / fOoL fOr YoU by Zayn)

47 (Fool’s Gold by One Direction)

Louis 

3 (Come A Little Closer by Cage The Elephant)

20 (Lately by Coin)

Niall

24 (Something Great by One Direction)

Zayn

8 (Punchin’ Bag by Cage The Elephant)

Nine to Five (Part 6)

Pairing: Father!Stiles x Reader

A/n: I love this part, I love it so much. Thank you all so much for the feedback, it really has brighten up my day <3

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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7am. Monday Morning.

Everyone hated Monday, no matter what job they had. It was the thought of the weekend disappearing into a wild abyss and never to be seen again, that was, until the next weekend but in reality, it always felt like months away.

You woke up an hour earlier to allow yourself to get a shower and still have plenty of time to go to work. Last night you were far too tired to get up from the comfort of your bed and wash your body. Twisting the knob for the shower to turn on, you waited… and waited for the water to start running.

“What the fuck?” You whispered, checking to see if the light on the box was on. Off. “No, no, this can’t be happening.” You walk over to the light switch, flicking it up but nothing happened. Your electricity was gone.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you run your hand through your greasy hair. Oh please. You texted Lydia but you knew it was a lost cause, she was already at work.

There was only one thing you thought of doing.

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Insomnia - Loki x Reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: In which (Y/N) has nightmares and can’t sleep, so Loki keeps her company, even if she doesn’t want it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: tbh none really

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything (as long as it isn’t morally wrong)! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:

- UPLOADING TWICE TODAY BECAUSE I COULDN’T YESTERDAY -

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Becoming a Father Overnight Part Two

This chapter is a little short, but it’s good set up for what is to come.

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter. 

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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“Just tell Y/n I’ll call her back in the morning,” Jared sighed dejectedly, dropping his phone onto the couch next to him. He dragged a hand down his face, suddenly feeling exhausted.

What had started out as a normal day had taken quite the unforgettable turn. A daughter, wow. It was all pretty overwhelming. Jared didn’t know anything about her. How was he supposed to quickly learn everything he missed out on? How did he get her acclimated to his family and life? Jared also didn’t really know what to do with a teenage daughter. He couldn’t just wrestle around with her like he did the boys. 

Jared had a lot of questions, but the one thing he was sure of was that he wanted to get to know his daughter. Yes, this was a shocking surprise, but not necessarily a bad one. He loved being a father and he’d accept the challenge of being a dad to another one. Jared couldn’t wait to get to know his wonderful daughter.

Jared was drawn from this thoughts when he heard the back door slam closed. Little feet came thumping down the hallway and Jared looked up just in time to see two little blurs come flying at him.  

Tom and Shep giggled as they attacked their father with hugs. Jared forced the biggest smile he could, but he was distracted and Gen could tell. His mind seemed to be a million miles away.

“Boys, go put on your pjs on,” Genevieve instructed her sons. The boys nodded before racing up the stairs. Gen slowly and carefully sunk into the couch next to Jared, rubbing soothing circles across his upper back. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distracted.”

Jared sighed, and Genevieve brushed his hair out of his face, trying to comfort her husband.

“Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“I got an… interesting phone call earlier. Guess I’m still reeling from it.” Jared exhaled slowly, unsure how to explain the situation to his wife. Gen stayed quiet, trying to give her husband the second he needed to think. “I’ve got a daughter.”

Gen’s jaw dropped and her eyes were big as saucers, “What?”

Jared shifted and faced his wife, “A girl called me, said she’s my daughter.”

“You believe her? How old is she? When?”

“She’s seventeen,” Gen let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I talked to her mom, my high school girlfriend. Apparently, she found out after I left for LA, and didn’t want me to give it all up.”

He held out his phone and Genevieve studied the picture of the young woman. Genevieve understood Jared’s certainty; she defiantly looked just like him. It wasn’t a far stretch that she could be his.

“Wow,” it wasn’t the most supportive response, but she was at a loss for words. Jared had a daughter; with another woman. And how could this woman have just kept him from his daughter? That was wrong, “I can’t believe she didn’t tell you. This isn’t something you just keep from a person.”

Jared nodded, “I’m still in shock. Finding out you have a teenage daughter is something else. I feel like I just became a father again overnight.”

“What are you going to do?” Gen asked softly.

Jared twirled his fingers, “I’m not sure that’s really a question. She’s my daughter, I want to get to know her. I want to be her father. I can’t just forget she called me.”

Gen smiled, of course Jared wanted to step up. That was just the kind of man he was. “Well then, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“You’re cool with it?” Jared looked at her hopefully.

“Jared, she’s your daughter, our kid’s sister, she is a member of this family, and if you want to be involved in her life than so do we.”


Jared couldn’t sit still as he waited for Y/n to answer the phone. Finally, her answering machine picked up, “Hi, this is Y/n Y/l/n and I’m unable to come to the phone right now, but please leave a message after the beep.”

Jared sighed, “Hey Y/n, it’s Jared, or Dad, or I don’t know. It’s me. Anyway, I said I’d call… so I’m calling.”

Just as Jared was turning off his phone, it light up with a message from Y/n, Sorry, I’m in class at the moment. Thanks for calling though, I was worried you might not. Can we talk later? Tomorrow would be perfect. I’m free all day? We could skype or facetime or something?

Jared couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, Sounds perfect.

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