bright green shadow

anonymous asked:

Ok just don't imagine harry FTing your newborn asking her who daddy's favorite girl is or telling her how much he misses her or when she lets out a big yawn going "ooh such a big yawn baby girl" and just remarking on everything she does

This. Is. SO. Dangerous.

The missus would have the camera, on her phone, gripped tightly in her hands, flipped so that she could film the little baby snuggled up on her daddy’s side of the bed, dressed in her white baby-grow with her legs kicking out and her lips wrapped around her fingers. Her head propped up by the pillow he usually rested his head against, eyes bright green and her features shadowing her face from the lamps lit on the bedside table either side of the bed.

“Look at you bein’ a big girl and layin’ in mummy and daddy’s big bed,” he’d coo towards his daughter, a smile on his face, “daddy misses cuddles with you, Poppet. I miss you so, so much. Going to sleep without a cuddle from you and mummy doesn’t feel right.”

He’d smile when she’d whimper out, his mouth gaping open absentmindedly as her lips would open and a yawn would escape her.

“Oh, look at that!” He’d gasp softly, “that was such a big yawn, baby. Does that feel better?”

“I think someone’s getting sleepy,” the missus would coo, pushing her hand into the frame and dragging the back of her fingers down Persephone’s cheek, before tickling her belly softly, “I think that’s code for someone getting bored of daddy, too.”

“Hey,” he’d drawl out, “that’s so mean.”

“I’m kidding,” she’d laugh, tapping the screen to flip the camera, her face coming into view on his phone, “give about 10 minutes to get her ready and in bed and then it’s just me and you for the night, with some wine and some leftover Chinese takeout from last night.”

“Ooo,” he’d lick his lips with squinted eyes, “that sounds good.” xx

It Started with Clown Make-up —Brett

I felt as Lydia lightly tugged on another piece of my hair and wrap it around the hot iron. I had to keep my eyes close as Kira finished my eye make up and Maila went through Lydias clothes looking for something that I could wear. 

“Ok Y/n I’m finished you can open your eyes.” I hear Kira say.
I open them to find a person I don’t even recognize. 

“Oh god.” The words slipped out of my mouth. 

“Is it that bad?” Kira asks. 

Malia walks over to me “Ok I think- oh geez Y/n.” 

I look at my hair and it’s two times it original volume with more fizz then I’ve ever had. My make up wasn’t much better with bright green eye shadow, and black eyeliner over it that was way too thick. In summary I looked worst then a circus clown. 

“Oh geez.” Lydia says taking a couple steps back to see the full picture. I wouldn’t be in this mess if Lydia wasn’t forcing me to go to a date but she was tired of seeing me single. Stiles and Scott walk while Scott’s mouth drops, Stiles asks “What happened to you?” 

I cover my face with both my hands “Don’t look at me, I’m a monster.” I start to giggle can’t help but to feel so silly.

“Yeah no kidding.” I hear Brett say. Thanks to Lydia for telling me this was a ‘Pack Meeting’ and inviting everyone when really it was a trap for me. 

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