anyway can we just talk about the way

like i guess we can talk about how shook adrien looked when he saw how pretty kagami was 

but wouldn’t you rather talk about how shook kagami looked when she saw how pretty ladybug was 

kagami isn’t marinette’s competition. ms. “steal your girl” is adrien’s competition

i’d love to meet your friend marinette” YEAH I BET YOU WOULD KAGAMI I BET YOU WOULD

hello yes can we talk about this line for a sec?

the way she says that, with the little eyebrow thing at the end, makes me think that this is an argument that they’ve had before, and now I have this headcanon of college-aged Lena Luthor being all “I am a Luthor we have minions not friends” and Sam just going “whatever edgelord drink your juice”.

but seriously, think about a younger Lena growing up isolated because of her family name, genuinely thinking that ‘friends’ are a thing that people who can’t afford employees have, and having long philosophical arguments with Sam about it and Sam’s so frustrated because how do you explain ‘friend’ to someone who doesn’t know how to person properly?

and then Lena moves to National City and meets Kara who’s like, friendship personified, and Lena finally understands, and she reaches out to Sam and Sam’s like “oh thank god she gets it now”

BNHA Light Novel No.2 Trans

Chapter 4, AB Union: A Girls Only Gathering Part 2

[Part 1

t/n this has to be my favourite part of the chap, everyone talking about the boys and their boyfriend potentialness lol ahhh <3 p.s sorry if this a little short of a part!

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Pastries, Patrol, and gossip
  • Volpina: Hey, Ladybug, why are the pastries you bring out to patrols always from the Dupain-Cheng bakery? Do you live near there or something?
  • Ladybug: what?! Nooo-
  • Queen Bee(interrupting): I know right, like is it a sponsorship or something because if we need backed up financially I can guarantee at least the support of the mayor.
  • Chat: If it's like that then I'd rather stick with the bakery,I don't eat sweets very often at home. Plus the Mayor can be a little over the top and his daughter's been a bit clingy around Ladybug in the past.
  • Queen Bee: just what are you trying to say?!
  • Chat: that was mostly before you two were here. And anyways I liked hanging out with the Dupain-Cheng's daughter more anyways.
  • Ladybug, Volpina, and Bee: WHAT?!
  • Chat: Not like that, she was more helpful with Akumas
  • Bee: That klutz? No way.
  • Ladybug: Guys, can we please talk about something else?
  • Chat: Jealous?
  • Ladybug(deadpanned sarcasm): yeah, let's go with that
  • Volpina: but seriously why that specific bakery every time?
  • Ladybug: Look, if you have a problem then bring your own food and otherwise, bug off
  • ------
  • Later at Marinette's house
  • Marinette: I don't care what Volpina told you Alya, that doesn't sound like any customer I recognize. Now please go tell Chloe to buy something or leave because it's been really crowded since you mentioned that ladybug supposedly picks up pastries to go from here
  • -----
  • Later on patrol again
  • Ladybug: I brought some again but none for you Volpina
  • Volpina: what!? Why?
  • Ladybug: because SOMEONE told the ladyblog where I get food and that place was way too busy!
Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

dragongirl1343  asked:

Can you bless my dash with a compilation of Jungkook sitting on Jimin's lap (or the other way aroind I'm fine with both)

gurl I gochu.

Let’s start with a soft one

HA! YOU THOUGHT (also please let me know if someone of you is the owner of this glorious gif)

I ain’t here to play

I SEE YOU JUNGKOOK,

WE CAN SEE YOU

ok this is really soft and cozy and omg orange hair ahhhh I miss those hair but anyway NOT THE POINT 

Now here… lemme talk about those thighs… who allowed him to show them. 

@ the stylist: turn on you location I just wanna talk

Do I really have to comment this picture?

I think not.

I don’t know why I put this picture because nobody’s sitting but THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!


I’m gonna go cry in a corner now, Goodbye♥

As Friends Do (1566 words)

“Dean, this has to stop.” 
Sam comes barging in through Dean’s door just as he’s making himself comfortable on the bed, trying to watch the latest episodes of Dr. Sexy in peace.
“Cas is stressing me out. He asked me if I’m angry with him for the fourth time this week.” 
Dean takes off his earphones and puts the episode on hold. “And why exactly would that be my fault, Sammy?” he asks irritated. Sam takes a few steps forward until he’s directly at the edge of his bed, looming over him.
“You know exactly why.” He nods to the open door, probably somewhere vaguely into Cas’ direction. “According to him, the stuff you do with him is how friends behave when their friends come back from the dead, and he now apparently thinks that I don’t want to be his friend.” 
That makes Dean splutter and blush; the stuff – what is he even – he didn’t do anything – and everything he did was certainly – “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he finally croaks and slams the laptop shut because he’s definitely not in the mood to watch Netflix right now.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Dude, you’re all over him ever since he came back. And really” – he raises his hands defensively – “I don’t care, but please, just tell him what you feel for him so we can all get this over with.” 
“Jesus, can’t a guy show some hospitality to a new member of the household?” he grumbles, probably still red as a tomato. Yeah, maybe he did stretch the definition of friendship a few times ever since Cas came back, but really, that shouldn’t be an issue, right? He was just trying to make Cas feel as comfortable as possible.
“Dean, practically fondling the guy under your shared blanket on the couch doesn’t count as hospitality, it really doesn’t,” Sam says exasperatedly.
Okay, that had only been one time, and he hadn’t fondled the guy, Jesus, he had only stroked his knee because he had struck it against the counter earlier that day. He opens his mouth to tell Sam as much, but he doesn’t let him.
“And Dean, really, I love Cas – as a friend – but I’d be more than happy to never have to touch his general crotch area in my life.”
“I never –”
“So please, do me a favor and tell this guy that you’d like to bump uglies with him in an extremely unfriendly way so I can stop explaining to him why I don’t want to touch every part of his body and why I never stand up at 5 am to make his favorite pancakes.” He points a finger at Dean. “Don’t even try to deny it, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” 
Dean’s mouth opens and closes like a fish as he struggles to find words; maybe, eventually, Sam is, at least technically, right. He certainly wouldn’t be averse to do… stuff that’s not covered by a friendship with Cas, but he’s also pretty sure that Cas wouldn’t want that, so why the fuck should he even care? 
The fact that Cas expects the same treatment from Sam, for God’s sake, makes it clear that he’s not really into the whole feel–up–Dean–thing – or maybe he’s a kinky fucker and wants them both, but then – nope. He’s not going to go there.
“Dean,” Sam says again, more urgently this time. “I could probably hear your thoughts across the pond right now. If you really think that Cas is trying to get into my pants, I’m going to have to sue you for ingraining this image onto my eyeballs.” 
“I wasn’t – okay, shut the fuck up. I’m going to talk to Cas. But not about having sex with him, Jesus. I don’t –”
“Don’t even say it. I’m not even listening anymore, I’m done with your bullshit.” Sam puts his fingers in his ears and wanders off, mockingly whistling a cheerful tone. This jerk. 
“Alright, fine,” he tells himself and takes a deep breath. He can talk to Cas. Sure. He’s not sure yet what he’s supposed to say, but he can definitely bullshit his way through all of this. Sam’s just not that much of a hugger. Sam values his sleep over making pancakes, and he’d probably burn them anyway. Sam isn’t used to sharing a blanket because he’s so big he needs at least two for himself. 
Excellent. Now he just needs to tell that to Cas.

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Impulse With Control (a very very brief exploration of keith exhibiting the ability to think before making decisions) 

/ this is really brief because oHHH BOY i have so much to say about this and planned. but this is actually an impulsive (HAHHA) meta bc i realised something and got so excited!!! basically, i was just thinking about a particular few seconds of a moment in 1x04. we’ll come to what exactly that is in a moment. but just to recap where we’re At in this situation: it’s highly distressing, pressing and tense. 

allura and keith have just been locked out the castle and there’s no telling if they can get back in. the sheer break and intensity of keith’s voice as he yells “no!” and bangs his fist against the barrier just demonstrates how genuinely invested and frustrated he is with what’s going on: 

he’s determined to continue, asking allura is they can break through the barrier to which the response just makes clear how truly terrible and serious this situation is. 

BUT SOMETHING HAPPENS I JUST WANT TO YELL ABOUT AND ANALYSE DEAR GOD.

now what we should think about is that what im going to bring up comes after allura has delivered some Pretty Bad News: 

And whoever has taken the Castle has a crystal, which means they’ll be able to fly the ship. We have to stop them.

now after she says that you see Keith turns his head and blinks pretty rapidly as he does so before asking a question:  

How are we going to do that?

and it’s here where something interesting happens. i’ve noticed this screenshot before and always thought it was pretty precious tbh but now im actually sat here thinking more about it i’ve come to a cool interpretation and realisation i just have to share!!!! 

so…. guys. this is a really hard blink. like you can see it’s scrunching not just his eyes but his nose a little and there are deliberate crinkles drawn in to demonstrate that this motion is not a natural blink this is a forceful blink. we can see this just by comparing the blink a few seconds before:

you can see this is a natural blink on the frame, and it’s also pretty fast. the hard blink that is significant is actually substantially longer in frames and it’s visibly so. 

it feels to me like keith is doing this for a few potential reasons: 

  • to bring himself back to the sharp focus he endeavours to maintain. 
  • you can see throughout this scene how worked up he is about the lack of control of this situation and knowing that shiro and lance (not knowing about pidge’s whereabouts at this stage) are in there, and one of them is also severely injured. this is his team trapped with the Galra, not to mention shiro and keith proves time and time again he is highly aware of the fact that shiro needs support just like everybody else.
  • so i think personally that this hard blink is kind of like a quicker, more Keith-esque version of ‘patience yields focus’ (abbreviation bc i dont have patience lmao: PYF). it makes sense. keith is quick on the uptake, he’s very direct and his body language is also often very open.
  • keith employs that mantra often with closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. it’s clear that the closed eyes is paired with PYF bc we see that happening as much each time Keith says PYF. these moments (below) all correlate to moments where keith needs to take time to realign himself and regain focus, it reveals when he may be turbulent inside and grappling with very intense emotions (he’s so passionate) 
  • so building on that there’s also a lot of evidence in canon to suggest keith eternalises this saying and doesn’t always voice it but still applies it (i’ve compiled a few example scenes - but this is something i mentioned briefly here and would love to talk more about! these are all what i would consider either Substantial Blinks or prolonged eye closing that is linked to PYF and what that entails) 
  • here, that’s not really the time or place for this. 
  • allura is also there and probably equally as distressed. one thing about keith is that he’s actually pretty self-aware and aware of his surroundings too. he knows that there isn’t really a moment to fall back to the method of PYF (which notably he only ever seems to really do in private when nobody can see him anyway - bar one exception im sure you’ve noticed above, but that ties more into the Hard Blink kind of thing rather than the Classic PYF, either way we are definitely going to talk about that some more bc i have an entire Mindscape Meta planned). 
  • a full PYF moment would potentially draw allura’s attention and cause more concern they just don’t have time to deal with. 
  • keith is so deeply rooted in the present and this is an unfolding situation where the safety of the rest of the team are at risk he can’t afford to lose concentration or succumb to something irrational because of the stakes. 
  • so the hard blink is snappy, fast. and it engages him again (just doing a hard blink myself it definitely makes you feel more aware and you can feel it in your face). 

so basically, keith realises that he needs to take a moment because he wants to make the right choices and not compromise the team, he takes a very brief moment to do what he has to privately. 

following that all the blinks go back to the usual natural smooth blinks:

Pidge also starts talking which captures allura and keith’s attention and moves the scene along ect. 

TLDR: this is just one example i wanted to talk about bc it’s v subtle but interesting. but the fact that keith is shown many times to take time before making a decision (we also should talk about keith and questioning/challenging things and speaking up about group plans, but that’s for another time) to try and keep himself grounded and level-headed just proves he is not as rash or impulsive as immediately assumed. 

instinctive and decisive, definitely. but i don’t believe impulsive and instinctive are entirely synonymous. they both are highly contextual based on the situation (im planning to write up some comparisons of when he’s actually 100% impulsive) - and whilst keith demonstrates he can be impulsive, the times he can take a moment to process a situation, be rational and logical, or take a private moment to get his head in the right place actually outweighs that way more than may be expected. 

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also, shoutout to @sunlitshowers and @reyxa for providing encouragement and also increasingly ridiculous excuses. and thank you for @megatraven for beta-ing!

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Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.

The problem is the second date.

Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.

Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.

Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.


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a nice morning pt. 3 | sweet pea

Originally posted by forsythpjones

a Sweet Pea x Reader imagine

summary: you finally get the chance to talk to Sweet Pea, but it doesn’t go as well as you hoped it would

warnings: cursing, angst, Sweet Pea being a jerk

taglist: @bigtravelbucketlist, @penisprkr

author’s note: thank you guys for the feedback, and for inspiring me to write more! I really appreciate it, and hope you guys enjoy the 3rd part :)

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“Harley Quinn?” Jughead read aloud, raising a brow and turning to look at his gang.

“That’s not even the worse one, this ones named poison ivy.” Reggie laughed pointing to the name on the screen.

“Cat woman, no ones gonna mention cat woman?” The redheaded boy barked out, laughing. “So this is what we got? These three are the most dangerous villains in Riverdale City? They all sound like women?”

Jughead, Archie and Reggie were on the hunt, there was trouble in their city. A rival gang was taking territory that did not belong to them and it needed to be stopped, they couldn’t afford to lose key business spots and one of the territories they were losing was the main drug distribution center. That would just not do.

So that brought the three boys here, checking databases and searching for the most dangerous groups to team up with, they could use all the help they could get.
“Being in charge sucks.” Reggie grunted dropping onto the couch “I wish we could just send Chuck and moose or even Adam.”

Archie shook his head “no. This needs to be done right, so we’ll do it.” Jughead nodded in agreement, as Reggie hugged again “whatever, it’s a bunch of girls, how bad could it be.”

Archie entered something into the computer before reading it over, turning to the boys

“I don’t know, but I looked up Harley Quinn, they say she’s crazy, absolutely nuts. Did you know she was the jokers girl before he died?”

Jughead stiffened, he remembered the stories now. Harley Quinn, loyal to a fault, reckless, the definition of crazy, lost her mind when batman killed her boyfriend.

Reggie seemed to come to that realization too and hopped up “that’s right! Poison ivy recruited her right after joker hit the bucket, cat woman joined after. How did we forget about that?”
Archie shook his head “more important things on our mind” he slammed his laptop shut, “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to these girls.”
Jughead had an odd feeling in his stomach, choosing to keep it to himself, he followed after their fearless leader.
***
It was an odd place, dark and wet, hidden underneath the city, the doors were heavy metal and they were locked.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Knock.” Reggie nudged him into the door. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the gun attached to his hip, just in case. He knocked.

Almost instantly the doors swung open, revealing an Asian women dressed in a mask covering her face.
“What’s your business here?” She was sharp, almost painful to hear

“We need to speak to poison ivy.” Jughead said, keeping his back straight.

“No.” just as the woman was about to close the door another voice was heard

“Oh, katana is that anyway to talk to our guests?” A woman dressed in what appeared to be vines and sporting the brightest red hair he had ever seen, appeared in the door way. He heard Reggie practically gulp from his side.

“How can I help you boys today?”

Archie stepped forward now,
“We need to speak to your gang, we would like to ask for your assistance.” He was determined and unphased by her sexy demeanor and intense green eyes. Jughead was uncomfortable, who the hell was this poison ivy?

“ hmm a proposition I suppose? Why don’t you come inside? I’ll grab the girls.” She turned and they followed.

It wasn’t nearly as scary on the inside, there were pinks and purples covering the walls, next to pictures of flowers were machetes and saws, hung in the wall next to cages and guns. Okay maybe it was a little scary.

“Harley! Kitty! Get on out here, we have company. Why don’t you sit?” Ivy motioned to the couch beside them. As soon as they sat, they heard the familiar tick of high heels and a wicked giggle. They all turned their heads and Archie’s jaw dropped while Jughead felt his eyes go wide.

While Archie stared at the raven haired beauty in the skin tight cat suit, Jughead couldn’t keep his eyes off of the blonde with the red and blue tips. She was beautiful in the scariest way possible , her pale skin marred with scars and tattoos, hearts and words, her hauntingly light blue eyes were covered in red and blue eyeshadow and her lipstick was smudged nearly down her chin. Her body was perfect, squeezed Tight into a tiny little tshirt and shorts, her long legs were covered in fishnets and accentuated by the heeled boots she had on. She was dirty, in a positively sinful way, smudges of black and brown covering her exposed skin. He watched as she smiled and her pigtails swung.

She had a bat in her hands, and was swinging it in time to her hair, “well hey there sugar, it’s nice to meet you!” It took him a second before he realized she was standing in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
He quickly looked up “nice to meet you too.” He mumbled out, she just giggled, and hopped over the couch to sit beside poison ivy.

The dark haired girl that had Archie drooling, was much more graceful, she sat delicately on the couch and crossed her legs while Harley sat criss crossed on the couch, leaning her head against the baseball bat and smiling. “What’s up?” She giggled, poison ivy patted her gently on the knee and smiled

“It seems these fine gentlemen have a question for us? You have the floor.” She nudged her head.

Archie finally tore his eyes away from the cat and sat up straight “we need help. There is a gang coming from over in pembrooke city, they’re big and they’re monopolizing all of our ports, we can take on most of them, but we need the extra help, we know how… dangerous you ladies are and we would like to ask for your assistance.”

Cat woman laughed “you want us to risk put lives for you? What would we get out of it?” She practically purred. Reggie answered now “we’ll pay you, good money. It’ll be worth your while.”

Harley was giggling now her eyes still on Jughead “we don’t need money silly, we’re bad guys, what do we need with money?” She was still smiling when poison ivy nodded

“I agree, we need something with more incentive, perhaps you’d be willing to give up one of your hide outs? We’ve been thinking of opening another lair, as soon as the pussycats break out of jail, they’ll need something inconspicuous”

Jughead stared at Archie, they did have the spare hide out in central, looking at him he nodded

“Deal. We have to warn you, this is not a typical gang they’re dangerous and they won’t hesitate because you’re females.” Archie added

Suddenly Harley was sitting next to Jughead, clutching his arm “ you don’t have to worry about us, we’re crazy! that’s what everyone says ya know?” She smiled and as he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the sadness seeping through. He placed a hand over her tiny bruised one, and smiled gently.

Veronica nodded “you have a deal, do we get to know your names atleast?” She was eyeing the redhead and he wiggled a little under her stare.

“Of course, I’m Archie and this is Reggie.” He pointed to the cocky boy who took Ivy’s hand in his own, “the pleasure is mine.” The redhead actually giggled. “And that there is jughead”
He motioned to him.

Veronica snorted, “what a group of names you all have.”

Archie smiled as they walked to the door
“Please like cat woman, poison ivy and Harley Quinn are any better?”

Harley who was clutching onto Jugheads arm, she giggled wildly. “Those aren’t our real names silly, there are nicknames.”

The three boys stopped and turned to the girls

Poison ivy smiled “Cheryl. Cheryl blossom.”

Cat woman rolled her eyes “Veronica lodge.”

And the infamous Harley Quinn just beamed
“I’m Betty. Betty Cooper!”

forgotten-pumpkinpie  asked:

Hello!! I'm looking for a few super fluffy, cute enough to make you gag but still want more AUs that take place in a coffee shop, library, or book store!! Please and thank you :)

i think i can help you with that!

this post is going to be a bit long so i’ll divide it into two parts :)

library/bookstore aus

coffee shop aus

  • i tell myself that i come here because of the coffee but really it’s just because of the barista that works here every morning
    • heck, i don’t even like coffee
  • by god this is the most awful cup of coffee i’ve ever had but you looked so pleased with yourself when you handed it to me and now i don’t have the heart to throw it away
    • so yes, i am going to down this entire coffee and i am going to like it
  • you come in here practically every day and we chat quite a lot but i feel awful because i still can’t remember your name yet i can remember your order off by heart
    • i change my name everyday because it’s adorable whenever you ask for my name and it’s not what you expected you have a little look of surprise mixed with disappointment and it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
  • we’re both on our computers doing work and i hadn’t really taken any notice of you until you randomly airdropped a document onto my computer saying; ‘can i buy you a coffee sometime?’
  • i was having a really bad day and my patience was practically non-existent at this point, unfortunately you messing up my order was the final thing to make me snap. 
    • and yes, i did just start crying in the middle of an overcrowded coffee shop. 
      • “here, let me get you another coffee and we can talk about it if you want.”
        “…okay.”
  • i keep putting cheesy pick-up lines on your cups but i don’t think you realise because you’ve never said anything back, that was until one day i put my phone number on your cup and i actually got a text from you later that day. 
  • you were my favourite barista at the coffee shop and we’d always talk on your shift, you sometimes mentioned in passing how if we talked to much your boss would fire you - of course, you said it in such a joking way that i assumed it was just casual humour. that was until when i arrived one morning and saw you weren’t there, instead you were waiting for me in the coffee shop but not as a barista, as a customer.
    • “i got you fired! i’m so so sorry! how can i repay you?”
      “seriously, don’t worry about it. i never liked this job that much anyway.”
      “… can i at least buy you a coffee?”
  • instead of going out for dinner, we go out for coffee instead
  • you come in at least two times a day and it’s getting a bit worrying, you seem so on edge all the time and the amount of caffeine you take in can’t be healthy. 
    • i changed your order and gave you decaffeinated coffee instead
      • i looked over at you when i tasted my coffee as if to say; “why?” but you just smiled sincerely and i feel as if my heart just exploded 
  • did you seriously just order tea… at a coffee shop
  • im the new barista and you’re my co-worker, you’re the best barista in the shop and i didn’t believe it until i tasted your coffee and holy shit, how is this humanely possible?????? teach me your ways !!
  • ive never been to a starbucks before and i have no idea what any of this means and the people behind me are getting kinda annoyed, could you help me out??
    • “that makes no sense, ‘venti’ means twenty in italian not large”
      “i’ve been working here for five years and i think about this everyday don’t worry.”

- jess

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Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by heartfularry

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“Cause I know I don’t understand just how your love can do what no one else can. Got me lookn’ so crazy right now, your love got me lookin’ so crazy right now.”

Can we talk about the fact that this song define so much their relationship? Anyway, I really tried to draw bum in my art style but Koogi way to draw him is way much better than anything in this world <3 

ye chapter 19 had some effect on me

Please, do not repost my art. Ask first, I don’t bite

Birthday Breakfast

Summary: It’s your birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by having an amazing birthday breakfast thanks to the Avengers, as well as one last exceptional gift from a special someone.

Word Count: 1,126.

A/N: This was written for my amazing friend, @spidweeb. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH, I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU LOTS. Here’s my gift to you, as it is my way of repaying you back from all of your help in the past, and to show how much your friendship means to me. <3

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Better This Way (Chap Thirteen)

So, I almost deleted this chapter, but I thought it was important that they spend some time together talking and being honest and (ahem) naked after finally working through their angst. Also I believe in realistic relationships (as real as ABO can be anyway) and just having sex doesn’t solve a relationships problems, so this entire chapter is them working through things with light smut mixed through.

LONG CHAPTER almost 4000 words.

TAGS ARE CLOSED– theres only two chapters left!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“We have a lot we need to talk about.” Peter said quietly, and Wade paused halfway into the bed to nod hesitantly.

“Yeah. We do.” He clicked the lights off and slid beneath the covers. “Um, where do you want to start?”

“Turn the lights back on.” Peter kicked at him. “It’s like seven in the morning.”

“And I need to sleep, so we can go back out on patrol tonight.” Wade argued. “Lights off.” Peter started to argue, started to insist but then he felt the unsure, nervous coming from the Alpha and changed his mind.

He could see in the dark anyway.

“Will you hold me?” Peter asked instead, and Wade grabbed him close without even hesitating, urging Peter up and onto his lap, pulling him down to snuggle. Peter huffed a laugh– freaking Alpha’s with their weird cuddling positions– and straddled Wade’s waist, hugging him with his legs, pressing his nose into the side of the Alpha’s neck.

“Smell good, Alpha.” he murmured and relaxed even more when the insecurity faded from Wade’s scent. He rubbed their chests together, sighing as Wade’s rough skin sent shivers down him. “Feel good, too.”

A shaky sigh from Wade, then big hands on his back, rubbing soothing circles into the muscles. “You feel good, too baby boy. How are your bruises?”

“Haven’t thought about them in about an hour and a half.” Peter teased and nipped a little bite onto Wade’s ear. “Apparently it’s not just your non stop talking that’s distracting. You’re pretty good at being distracting in other ways too. “

“Well, as long as I’m good for something.” Wade laughed and turned his head to brush their lips together. “Pete, um—”

“Will you tell me what happened?” Peter urged, running his fingers over Wade’s side, pressing against the raised scars.

Grateful for the dark, for the chance to close his eyes and try not to think too hard about it, Wade took a deep breath. “Okay, short version. Um—cancer happened. Everywhere. So I went looking for a cure because I was in love and–”

“In love?” Peter interrupted, sounding surprised and maybe more than a little jealous and Wade squeezed him lightly.

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Albus Severus Potter

Sirius: *jumping up and down* Is it a boy? Is it a boy?

James: Pads, it just came out of the red head mate. Literally a second ago. It’s a potato at this stage.

Lily: *screaming* IT’S A BOY!

Sirius: OOOOOH wee little Remus is born.

Remus: *rolls his eyes* You don’t know that Sirius.

James: No he will want to have the whole package, he’s Remus. 

Lily: I hope it’s Remus, he’ll be a well-behaved, smart kid then. James Sirius is a nightmare, he’s like you two combined, I didn’t think that was possible to be honest, I thought if your personalities encountered it would explode but here we are.

*James and Sirius high-five*

Remus: I’m very honoured that you guys think he would name him after me but you forget there’s already a Remus in Harry’s family: Teddy.

Sirius: Fuck that. He doesn’t use it, this one would. 

James: He’s right, it’s gonna be awesome. If we get a Lily next time we’ll have everyone.

Lily: Everyone except Marlene, Mary–

Sirius: *smiling* Marlene would rather shoot herself in the head before she lets anyone name their kid after her.

James: Besides Harry didn’t know them, love.

Lily: Yeah you are right, I wish he did.

*Harry names the kid Albus Snivellus Severus Potter*

Sirius: Is this a fucking joke to you Harry? Is it?

James: Lils? Tell me he didn’t name my bloody grandson after my arch enemy. Tell me he is fucking with us.

Lily: Oh no I’m pretty sure he did.

Remus: Told you guys it wasn’t going to be Remus.

Sirius: *face-palming* You did but I thought that it was one of your “I’m not good enough for this” shit. 

Remus: No, I am good enough for this shit, I just knew he wouldn’t name him after me.

James: How did this happen?

Sirius: At least one of them could have been sensible you know. I will call him Snivellus Jr.

Lily: *points a finger at Sirius* No you won’t.

Remus: Don’t talk about sensible names. Your name is Sirius Orion. You as a whole, including your name, are not sensible.

Sirius: Your name is Werewolf McWerewolf, so shut the fuck up.

Lily: What’s up with wizards and weird names any ways?

James: It’s meant to show that we are different than Muggles, that we are somehow superior because we are, for example, named after constellations. *Sirius stares, James grins* It’s just an example Pads. Anyways my parents didn’t like that idea so my name is very sensible.

Sirius: *Lily stares at Sirius* Mommy dearest was an interesting person, don’t ask. Can we go back to the fact that Harry named his son ALBUS SEVERUS?

Remus: There’s not much you can do about it.

James: I find comfort in the fact that he’ll use Albus.

Sirius: I’m afraid if the next one is a girl, he’ll call him Narcissa or something.

Lily: Don’t be so dramatic about this.

Remus: You sometimes forget that you are talking to Sirius.

Lily: Oh, my bad.

James: So, how long will they wait before the next one?

Lily: JAMES!

James: What? They are not getting any younger. I mean they can have 7 children and form their own Quidditch team and–

Lily: No.

James: I trust red head on this.


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Youth // Jung Hoseok

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the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

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Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.

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The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.

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After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.

“What?”

“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….

 

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Dad!Shawn, Daily Walk

A/N: This is going to be a seris about Shawn taking a walk with his little girl, look out for new posts following this story line. (SEND REQUESTS)

“Y/d/n, you need to calm down.” You scold your four year old. 

You knew getting her a hot chocolate with breakfast was a horrible idea.

But Geoff insisted since, “I’m taking her Daddy away for the day.”

It’s true, Shawn has to spend all day doing interviews with Geoff. Which ultimately means that you are stuck on the bus with a rambunctious four year old. 

“But Momma, the floor is lava.” She says with her wide eyes staring into yours. You try your hardest not to roll your eyes. 

“You are so your Dad’s daughter.” You laugh and decide to text Shawn what she just said. 

iMessage to Shawn<3: No need for a paternity test, she is so yours. 

You set your phone down and wait for response, watching your daughter jump from rug to rug. 

iMessage from Shawn<3: Why? What happened?

You decide to record her for him. 

“Y/d/n, honey what are you doing?” You ask her as you record her jumping around.

“I told you Momma, the floor is lava.” She explains, giving you a bit of sass. You just laugh and then end the recording. You send it to Shawn.

iMessage from Shawn<3: SHE’S PLAYING WITHOUT ME!

This time you don’t hesitate you roll your eyes at him. 

“Honey, Daddy said he wants to play with you once he gets back.” You explain to your daughter.

“When is he going to be back?” She asks, with hopeful eyes. You check the clock and see that he should be back any minute now. 

“Soon.” You smile.

“You sound like Daddy, Momma.” She laughs, continuing her game. 

She isn’t wrong, Shawn does say that a lot. 

You watch as Shawn walks onto the bus and smiles at you. Y/d/n doesn’t hear him, that engrossed into her game. Shawn sneaks up on her and is about to surprise her as she starts to fall from the couch. 

You engage Mommy mode and jump up, like you are even remotely close to catch her.

“Shawn!” You call out, hoping he’ll get her. 

You watch as he grabs her small body and pulls her into him. 

“Daddy!” She squeals. He looks at her for a minute, assessing to make sure she isn’t hurt. She almost just fell from the top of the couch. 

“She’s okay.” He says looking up at you, knowing you are doing the same thing.

“Y/d/n, what did I tell you about calming down. If Daddy hadn’t been there then you could have,” You stop yourself, it’s best not to freak her out. 

“Little rowdy are we?” Shawn asks tickling her.

“Well you know, when Uncle Geoff buys us hot chocolate for breakfast.” You sigh. 

“That always helps.” Shawn laughs still tickling her. 

“How long do we have you?” You ask him as you sit back on the couch. 

“Well she has me for the next hour, you my dear are getting an hour off.” He says winking at you. 

“What?” You ask confused.

“You just spent almost three hours, locked up in this bus with my daughter. You have to have a headache?” He says raising his eyebrows at you. You look down sheepishly. He knows you so well. “Take a nap, read a book, do what ever.” He says grabbing your daughters jacket. “I’m taking my babygirl on a walk.” He says looking at Y/d/n. She gets excited and scrambles to get her jacket on. 

“Have a good time babe.” You say leaning your head up as he connects your lips quickly.

“Sleep well.” He smiles at you as he starts to walk off of the bus.

*Shawn POV*

“Where are we going Daddy?” She asks me. I take her hand in mine and start walking with her down the street.

“I’m not sure, I say we just walk until we get tired and need to walk back.” I smile at me baby. 

“That sounds good.” She nods, determined. 

“I say that we do this whenever we can, it can be our tradition.” I say and she looks up and smiles at me. She’s about to say something but then her over active mind changes her train of thought.

“You are super tall Daddy.” 

I laugh and nod.

“That I am, let’s hope you aren’t as tall as me when you grow up.” I say still laughing. 

“How tall should I be then?” 

“Mommies height. She’s perfect.” I say looking down at her. She smiles. 

“She says I am definitely your daughter.” She giggles.

“That’s true, you are more like me. Let’s make a deal.” I say as we walk past a ice cream parlor.

“Ok.” She smiles.

“If you can be really good for Momma tonight, during my show.” I nod at her. 

“Yeah?”

“Then we can come back here tomorrow, and I’ll buy you ice cream.” I say raising my eyebrows.

“Ok Daddy, sounds like a deal.” She nods. She lets go of my hand and holds hers out. “Shake on it?” 

“Shake on it.” I confirm shaking her tini tiny hand. 

We continue to walk around the venue and she just talks to me about anything her mind comes up with. Princesses, Princes, dolls, Momma, Grandma, Geoff, the concert.

“Can we see Uncle Geoff?” She asks out of the blue.

“I think he’s in the arena baby.” I say looking at the back entrance.

“Can we see him?”

“Sure.” I smile, I check my watch. I gotta go do soundcheck anyway. We walk in the back and start making our way around. 

I can’t find him anywhere. I see on of the guys on my team.

“Hey Shawn. Hey Y/d/n” He smiles and waves at her.

“Hey man, do you know where Geoff is?” I ask. 

“I don’t but I can call for him.” He says grabbing her radio. “Hey wheres Geoff.” He says into it. 

“Who’s asking, because I didn’t do it.” He responds. Y/d/n’s eyes light up when she hears his voice. She reaches for the radio.

“Can I please answer?” She asks. 

“Of course.” He smiles at her, kneeling down and holding the radio for her. 

“Uncle Geoff?” She asks.

“Eh its my girl.” He responds. I smile at their relationship. 

“Where are you?” 

“Tell your Daddy I’m waiting for him at Soundcheck.” He says. She looks at me and I nod.

“Told him.” She says giggling.

“Also tell him his late.” 

“Your late Daddy” She looks up at me and giggles again. 

“I know, we gotta go to him baby.” I pick her up. I throw her over my shoulder and start jogging to the stage. 

“We’re here.” She yells when we make it.

“Good, your Daddy is super late.” Geoff laughs taking her from my shoulder.

“Not super, just a little.” I say grabbing my guitar. “You got her?”

“Yeah of course.” He says waving me off. 

“What did you and Daddy do today?” He asks Y/d/n.

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*Your POV*

You woke up twenty minutes ago and Shawn still hadn’t come back from their walk. You venture to the arena and realize that he’s due on stage in a half hour. You head to his dressing room and stop when you hear her giggle. 

“We win!” You hear her cheer. You walk in and see Geoff holding Y/d/n. She’s holding a ping pong paddle and Shawn is on the other side of the table holding one too. 

“What’s going on in here?” You ask walking up to them.

“MOMMA!” She yells reaching for you.

“Wait!” Shawn says before you can take her from Geoff. 

“What Daddy?” She asks sassily.

“We gotta play another game, we’re tied.” He whines at her. She shakes her head. 

“Wait a minute Momma, I gotta beat Daddy again.” She says looking at you with her brown eyes. You laugh and look at Shawn. The look on his face is priceless. 

“Babe, you just got burned by our four year old.” You tease him.

“Yeah I know, she’s been like that since we started.” He says watching as she hits the ball. 

They get into a heated match which ends with Shawn losing. 

“Celebratory tattoos.” Geoff says walking off with your daughter. It’s the nightly ritual. 

“How was your nap?” Shawn asks walking to you. He pulls you onto him as he sits on the couch.

“It was good, would have been better with my Husband next to me.” You say with a small smile.

“Yeah if he was there, I’m sure you wouldn’t have been napping.” He smirks at you. You lightly hit his shoulder and laugh with him. 

“You kill me.” 

“I realized today, being with her alone. She’s more like you than we thought.” He says brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah she’s polite and sweet when she needs to be, but brutal when she needs to be.” He snickers.

“So sassy?” 

“Yeah, but like you.” He shrugs. “It’s cute.” 

“Thanks” You laugh. He laughs too. 

“Look Daddy now we match!” She says running into the room. She climbs up on the couch. She’s holding her arm out and we both see the temporary tattoo on her arm that matches Shawn’s. He rolls his sleeve up and shows her his.

“I like yours better.” He smiles at her. She giggles.

“There the same Daddy.” 

“Yeah but yours looks prettier.” He shrugs smiling at you. You kiss his cheek.

“How was your walk with Daddy today?” You ask your daughter. 

“It was good, he told me that its gonna be our new tadidtion.” She stumbles over the word.

“Tradition?”

“Yeah, whenever we get a chance, were gonna go on a walk.” He smiles looking at your daughter. 

“That’s precious.” You express letting your hand run through his brown curly locks.

“You’re precious.” He smiles at you. 

“You’re cheesy.” You laugh at him.