first-kitchen

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I: [to Fionn] Is it true that you were washing dishes at coffee shop? A year and half ago?
F: Yeah, it was around year and a half ago.
I: Isn’t that funny how life is? Why don’t you just stay humble and wash a few dishes today, okay? We got kitchen upstairs.

Executive dysfunction tip: Instead of going into things thinking you have to finish it or get as much done as possible all in one sitting, take a “foot-in-the-door” approach and make your main goal to just start the bare minimum of it! If there’s a paper you’ve been meaning to write, don’t set out to write a bunch of it at once, start by just opening the program and seeing where that takes you! If you’ve been wanting to play your favorite game, just turn the console on first and see how you’re feeling after that! If you’ve been meaning to make snacks, just walk to the kitchen first! If there’s a book you haven’t been able to get to that you’ve been meaning to read, just read a couple sentences!

Once you start to do something, you’re more likely to follow through and keep working on it, bc you’ve already started it so you may as well keep going! And in most cases, even if you still don’t get much (or any) done, it’s better to have started and tried than to not have even started at all, y’know? Baby steps!

Full on Love pt.1

Thor x plus size/chubby fem. reader 

a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)

Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.  

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.

You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.

“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.  


Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!“ 

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When Bucky comes home, the apartment is empty, which, admittedly, isn’t exactly what he had been expecting.

For as long as Bucky’s known him, Steve has never once failed to greet him when he’d get home on his birthday. Not back in Brooklyn, and certainly not since Bucky came back to live with the guy here in the Twentieth century.

Steve takes birthdays very seriously. Even when he shouldn’t – something Bucky has experienced first hand, more than once. Like that time Steve had insisted on baking him a birthday cake, despite the fact that Steve’s the kind of guy who can’t even boil water successfully. The mere memory makes Bucky’s throat constrict, and he quickly pushes the thought away before it can grow all too vivid.

He sets his bag down by the door and toes off his shoes. It’s a weird rule, but he knows that Steve will throw a minor fit if Bucky walks in with his boots on – especially seeing as it has been pouring rain all day long.

Bucky’s jacket is still dripping a little as he hangs it up. He pulls his metal fingers through his hair, knowing that it’s wet, even though the sensation registered by his nerve endings doesn’t translate exactly the same way as it would have with his other hand. It’s still an odd feeling. Tony’s been working hard on this new sensory module for his arm, and so far, Bucky is now able to actually feel a whole range of different things compared to what he had been before. Heat, cold, and pressure had always been there, but the little things… Those are what throw him off, still.

Like being able to feel the rain, for example. Which had been the reason why he’d decided to walk home in the first place, rather than take a cab – with the left sleeve of his jacket pulled up all the way to the elbow, just because he could.

The rain is his favorite sensation so far, and he’s already relishing in the thought of the similar, falling water in the shower he’s going to take in a matter of minutes, when he spots the Post-It note that’s been stuck to the center of the hallway mirror.

It’s in Steve’s handwriting – soft and curvy – and Bucky tugs it from the mirror with a curious frown. The note says a single word.

“Kitchen”

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— off limits | 05 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, angst
words— 9,221

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

 » 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 ::

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Just imagine:

When Rosie is ten, they move to Sussex. It’s only a semi-retirement Sherlock will commute into London if the case is a 7 or higher, everything else he can pretty much do from the comfort of his own home.

Rosie is brilliant as she grows and when she’s fourteen, she announces she’s going to be a Forensic Psychologist, despite several conversations she doesn’t budge. It’s no surprise when she has her pick of universities in London even without Uncle Mycroft’s meddling.  Everyone is misty-eyed when she moves to London.

Sherlock worries immensely because he remembers his on uni days. After intense negotiations, John agrees it’s ‘reasonable’ to text her 3 times a day unprompted.  The rule doesn’t matter because she texts them constantly, telling them about her day and asking about the things at home.

Rosie being Rosie immediately involves herself in a ton of extracurricular stuff. One of her groups volunteers regularly at soup kitchens. The first couple of times she’s volunteering there are a few people who stare a bit too hard at her.  Finally, she snaps and asks one of the older women who have been staring for the past month what the hell their problem is.  The woman laughs and only says “No different than your father then.”

Rosie ends up involved in the homeless network, except she’s even more approachable than Sherlock because she’s 5′3″ and inherited John’s friendly face and some of his jumpers (she know they’re hideous but she wears them when she needs a boost of courage. It’s not uncommon for her to wander around in a hideous jumper and a cashmere scarf during exams.)

Rosie’s heart shatters when a batch of tainted drugs gets sold and several of the people she’s grown to call friends, die. Sherlock comes up and discovers the source, it turns out to be a case full of murder and intrigue but even if it hadn’t been he could never stand her tears and would have come anyway. 

Neither John nor Sherlock are really surprised when Rosie calls home one day and announces that after she finishes her Psychology degree she’s going to take a post-grad course in addiction studies.

Even though when she graduates it’s John who spends days gushing over how brilliant she is, it’s Sherlock’s quietly spoken “your heart would have been wasted on criminals” that lets her know she made the right decision.

Butterfly Wings

Pidge:

The first time Lance walked into the common room without makeup on early in the morning, Hunk cried.
Hunk had known about Lance’s Vitiligo since early days in the Garrison when he had accidentally walked in on him while changing. Since then Hunk had worked as a one person protection squad ready to kill anyone that so much as glanced at Lance the wrong way.
He had known that Allura knew about Lance’s skin since he had told Hunk almost immediately after it had happened.
However he had never expected that only a few days later Lance would come stumbling into the kitchen first thing in the morning, hair messed up from sleep and eyes half closed; only wearing his boxers and a white vest causing the pale patches that ran across his arms, back, neck and face to be perfectly visible.
Hunk couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so proud of his best friend. This truly was an achievement.
Lance looked over at Hunk opening his mouth and pointing at it demanding his breakfast.
Hunk only rolled his eyes and laughed swatting at the blue paladin with a wooden spoon. “Foods almost done, so sit down and don’t complain.”
“Ok Hunky dory” Lance teased sitting at the long table with his head rested on his arms snoozing till the space porridge was ready.
For a few minutes everything was peaceful.
Then Pidge walked into the kitchen and stopped in their tracks staring at Lance.
Before Hunk even realised what was going on, they were already rushing over to the snoozing paladin with a panicked look on their face.
“Oh my god Lance what happened to you!?”
Hunk flinched. He prayed that Lance hadn’t heard anything, that he won’t have to deal with this again.
However Hunk wasn’t that lucky.
Lance slowly straightened up looking at Pidge was a forced smile.
Pidge gasped seeing the pale patches also on his face.
“Nothing happened Pidge, im fine.” He shrugged casually but Hunk could see he was practically curling in on himself.
“Fine!” Pidge exclaimed “Lance have you looked in the mirror today?! There’s something wrong with your skin it could be an alien parasite for all we know!”
Lance bit his lip, the effort not to cry so intense that he managed to draw blood. “Pidge I’m fine this is just… how my skin is.”
“B-but how!?” Pidge asked looking over at Hunk. They were shocked to see the usually gentle yellow paladin shaking with rage.
“Pidge stop.” Hunk hissed through gritted teeth.
“Hunk its fine…” Lance tried putting a hand to his mouth to hide the cut.
“No it’s not!” Hunk snapped putting the spoon down and glared at at Pidge. “You remember when we kept badgering you about your gender. Asking you why your like this and what’s wrong with you?”
Pidge looked confused and a little scared “n-no.”
“Exactly. Because we knew it would hurt you to ask such things, yet here you are doing the same thing to Lance.”
Pidge looked down guilty “I’m… I’m sorry Lance I just… I didn’t know what it was and I was worried.”
Lance smiled hugging the smaller paladin from behind “it’s ok, a lot of people don’t know what it is and can kinda freak seeing it the first time. I really am not sick, it’s just how my skin is. I’m fine.”
Hunk pretended not to notice how Lance’s voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.
And he pretended not to notice when the next morning Lance came to breakfast in his normal clothes and his makeup back on.

wounds and bad moods - peter parker

Originally posted by blurryfandoms

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”   #7: “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar.”   #11: “Oh, I dare you.”

Warning: slight language

Requested: yes (anon)

MASTERLIST  <———–

this is low key how peter would act lol hope you enjoy!

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“Peter, what the fuck?” you questioned your up boyfriend as he had just leaped through your open window in the middle of the night.

You got off your bed and made your way closer to him, his lanky figure limp, shoulders hunched over. Your annoyance with his sudden entrance instantly softened as you realized he was in pain. He slowly reached towards his face with his right hand, yanking the mask off his face.

Your eyes came in contact with a huge bruise taking space underneath his right eye, and numerous cuts of various shapes and sizes scattered across his handsome face. You felt a pang in your heart at his wounded state.

You gasped after taking it all in, lightly grazing the side of his face, “P-Peter? What happened to you?” you weakly spoke as your hands trembled underneath his face.

He winced slightly at your soft touch, bright brown eyes quickly shutting tight, teeth grinding against each other. He turned his head to the side and moved back lightly.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise,” his voice comes out hoarse. He moves from his previous position by your bedroom window to sitting down on your bed, wincing as he sat down.

You felt the anger begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach, wanting to destroy whoever did this to someone as sweet as Peter Parker.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you purse your lips before rolling your eyes heavily at the poor boy in front of you, “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar,” you say matter of factly, “Pete, you’re wincing every you sit down!”

His eyes droop to your carpeted floor, sighing as he knows you’re right, “I know,” he muttered, his arms reaching back behind his body, steadying himself on his arms.

You scale his beaten frame once more before walking out of your room and grabbing the first aid from the kitchen cabinet. You walk back in, his poor eyes looking up at you, filled with pain. You feel yourself break at his gaze once again, your mind a mix of guilt, anger, and love.

You pull your desk chair in front of, sitting down and placing the kit on your bed beside him, “Let me see,” your hand moved back in forth signaling for him to take off his suit. His lips pursed, a sign of guilt as he reaches up, beginning to undress himself of it. As the suit pooled around his feet, your eyes wandered over his chest and abs, bruises and cuts sticking out like sore thumbs against his smooth skin.

You sighed again, reaching in the first aid kit and his eyes stared at your hands beginning to patch up his wounds, regret filling the. Guilt fills your body, so you try and lighten the mood, to help the situation and distract Peter from the soon helpful pain he was about endure.

“Alright tough guy, how big was he this time,” your lips jerking upward in a sly smile as he looks at you, a small smile portrayed across his own face.

“He wasn’t that big this time, he was just… dangerous,” he slowly let out, eyes seeming to wander back to his fight earlier in the night.

You gritted your teeth just thinking about Peter getting punched in previous places, his nose bleeding, his whole body being in helpless pain. Peter saw your angered state, the heat beginning to glow in your eyes and he felt his love for you get even stronger, seeing how much you cared for his being.

He cocked his head up at you, slightly smiling as you took a wet cloth and dabbed the blood away from each and every cut, “So, I think the question I need to ask is, are you okay?”

Your attention stayed on his wounds, your hand continued to dab the blood away, not even daring to look into his playful eyes for a split second. You just muttered a few cuss words as you leaned over and ripped a band aid package open before ripping out your emotions verbally, “I want to beat the ever living hell out of whoever did this to you,” you let out, hand tightening sound the towel in anger.

Peter’s eyebrows lifted at your sudden bothered state, his heart wanting to distract you from his beaten up frame. He smiled at your concern and dared to lighten the mood himself, watching your lip come underneath your teeth, tugging slightly.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he smirked, scooting closer to you. Pink sprawled across your cheeks as you looked up at his cheeky smirk.

You tried to ignore you bad mood, moving your mind back to focusing on his wounds, you reached over and grabbed the, as Peter would call it, “Ow” spray to layer over his cuts. His eyes dart to your hand inside the kit, widening as he began to vigorously shake his head back and forth at your soon to be action.

“Oh, I dare you,” Peter let out, his pointer finger attempting to stop your actions. You roll your eyes once more before twisting the cap to spray on his chest.

“Y/N, no, no, no, please babe, don’t-”

“Peter I have to, you know this. It’ll make them heal quicker and keep them from getting infected.”

His features crinkled in pain and annoyance, preparing for the sting to hit all over his body. You felt bad once again, even though you two go through this routine every time. You dipped your head down, lips puckering before lightly kissing   three places on his chest softly. His shoulders dipped, his body instantly letting into your soft touch and sweet gestures. His entire body went from feeling like fire to a soft and calm state, the feeling of your lips on him washing him over every time.

He smiled at you softly before you shook the bottle and pointed it towards him, giving him a few seconds to gain composure.

He bit his lip on instinct before muttering, “Okay, hit me.”

You shook your head playfully and began to lightly spray all of his cuts and wounds. He sat there like a champ as you took time out of your night to take care of him. And he couldn’t of asked for a better person to hit him with the “Ow” Spray. (lololol)

You Will Be Found

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Evil Vampire

Length: 3141+ words

TW: Injuries, Torture, Abandonment, Blood, Child Abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry this was posted so late. And gosh, @dreamin-of-somewhere-else​ I’m so sorry I messed up my last post (I wrote 3000 Follower Challenge instead of 2000 Follower Challenge). My head is not screwed on properly, so I apologize for that. Congratulations on 2000 Followers though, boo! You deserve them all, and MUCH MORE 😘

A/N 2: I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but my mind (for some reason) was thinking 11. I don’t know why, but it’s 11. But honestly, it can be any school age. Did I steal the title from Dear Evan Hansen? You bet I did. Forgive me if there are any mistakes, I’m working at 40% capacity right. 

Prompt:“Oh, darling, you’re so broken and nobody notices.”

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


“A kidnapping?” Dean asked with a raised brow. “We don’t deal with that shit.”

Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He summarized the news article aloud. “The man and woman’s blood was drained, the child nowhere to be seen-”

“Yea. Sounds like a regular kidnapping.”

“Their blood was drained, Dean,” Sam said, sounding exasperated for having to repeat the details.

“What do vampires want with a girl?”

“That’s what we have to figure out.”

The boys packed up their bags, and made their way to Indiana.

“I’ve called the deputy,” Sam said. “They’re gonna meet us at her house,” Sam informed his brother, pulling up the case file on his laptop. “Dad was never in the picture, mom died of cancer three years ago. She’s living with her aunt and uncle from the mom’s side. Wai- Wh- Dean…” Sam paused, jaw slacked. “Her birth certificate… Legally her name is Y/N Winchester-L/N.”

“What?!” the eldest Winchester exclaimed. “Th-That must be a coincidence… Right? I-I mean maybe it’s someone who shares the same last name-”

“And got kidnapped by something that went bump in the night? What are the chances?”

“They must’ve gotten it wrong- gotten the wrong Winchester or something.”

“Maybe.” Sam chewed on his bottom lip, a telltale sign of his unease.

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anonymous asked:

HI, can I request one with RFA+Saeran+V, like moments that they would have with their kid/kids? Maybe taking their kid/kids to work, coming home after a long day but even though they're tired, they still play with their kid/kids. These are just some examples and the kid/kids could be any age(as long as they count as a kids.) Thank you for all the Headcanons, some of these have helped me got through my depression and I am way better now because of you guys. *BIG HUGS FROM MY SIDE OF THE WORLD!*

So glad we could make you a little happier! *GIVES BIGGER HUG FROM OUR SIDE OF THE WORLD* Hope you enjoy these~


Zen:

  • His daughter had been spending way too much time with Jumin’s son
  • So, Zen wanted some quality time with her, at least for one day
  • He wakes her up one morning and takes her out for breakfast at a little coffee shop
  • They have a cute little breakfast while they talk about life and school
  • Zen pulls out his phone and takes a bunch of selfies
  • His daughter may have picked up some traits from him and joined into his selfie shenanigans
  • They use so many filters, and her favorite one is the wolf one, since Zen makes so many jokes about him being one
  • It’s all going great until her friends from school happen to pass by
  • “You didn’t tell me your dad was so…hot.”
  • Thankfully, Zen had been paying for the  meal, so he didn’t hear, but his daughter was mortified
  • She hurried Zen out of there when he was done
  • For most of the day, they visited different shops and walked around town together
  • When they got home at night, they put on masks together and put on a movie–that Zen wasn’t in
  • Zen fell asleep in the middle of it, and his daughter took the advantage and took a bunch of pictures and selfies
  • Zen looked ridiculous with the mask on and his mouth hanging open
  • She sent several to her mother for both of their amusement

Yoosung:

  • He had a day off and it was a rainy day
  • Thankfully, he had an entire playroom for his little boy
  • Yoosung had recently bought this huge foam blogs and several packs of them
  • So the two of them spent the entire afternoon transforming the room into the boy’s little house
  • There were walls that separated off a tiny living room, dining room, kitchen, and bedroom
  • He dragged Yoosung along in all the rooms
  • The first stop was the kitchen, complete with fake food and fake pots and pans
  • He made Yoosung a plastic omurice before serving him in the dining room
  • Yoosung plays along for the whole hour, even though his knees are killing him from being on the floor the whole time
  • The kid gets really excited and tries to run into another room
  • Unfortunately, his excitement causes him to run into one of the foam walls
  • A domino effect later, the whole foam house is on the ground and the kid is crying because he messed everything up
  • Yoosung tries to calm him down, “No, no! You’re just super strong. Like Spiderman!”
  • To cheer him up, Yoosung changes his son into a spiderman onesie
  • He then lifts him up in the air and lets his son pretend he’s flying
  • The kid is doing the spiderman thing with his fingers while Yoosung jumps from place to place around the house, the kid in his arms
  • Eventually, the kid gets tired and so does Yoosung, so they just take a nap together

Jaehee:

  • It was bring your kid to work day at C&R
  • Jaehee really didn’t want to bring her seven year old daughter, but there was no school that day and she couldn’t find a babysitter
  • So she brought her along
  • Her daughter was in awe by the place and kept asking Jaehee questions about what she did
  • Jaehee didn’t want her to get bored while she was doing paperwork, so she gave her little tasks of her own
  • She took a big pile of junk paper and set beside the shredder, teaching her daughter how to use it
  • The girl was fascinated with watching the paper shred into little tiny pieces
  • “Mom, this is so cool!” 
  • “Yeah, honey, it is–No! Not that paper!”
  • After that, Jaehee gives her the job of putting stamps on envelopes to be mailed
  • It killed her pride, but Jaehee wanted to do something special for her daughter
  • So she asked Jumin to award the little girl with a certificate
  • She didn’t expect Jumin to give an entire speech in the conference room about how there has never been a better paper shredder in the company
  • What made it worse is that her daughter has this huge admiration for Jumin now

Jumin: 

  • One of his business deals went through and the client gifted Jumin with this huge Lego Star Wars ship
  • It was an odd gift, but Jumin thought his ten year old would like it
  • So, he gave it to him that night and promised to build it with him as soon as he got home from work the next day
  • The son was so excited
  • He opened the set and separated the legos by color and type and waited patiently for Jumin by the coffee table
  • As soon as the keys jingle from the door, the son is darting forward to greet his dad
  • Jumin keeps his word and they get to work
  • He didn’t expect it to be so complicated…
  • Jumin is so confused by all the instructions…and why they are pictures instead of written words
  • “Hey, Dad! Look!”
  • Jumin slowly lowers the huge paper and sees his son one-fourth of the way done
  • Eventually, Jumin tries actual building, but his long fingers make it difficult to put the tiny pieces together
  • The kid crawls in his lap and helps his dad as they build certain parts together
  • Hours later and they finally finish
  • Jumin is so proud, since his son managed to figure out the foreign language of instructions and finish
  • He wants to take a picture, so his son stands on the couch and does a little peace sign next to their creation
  • Jumin goes out with his son and buys some more smaller lego sets
  • MC comes home with her living room full of Star Wars spaceships…

Seven:

  • His eight year old daughter came home from school a little pouty
  • She tells him that she has a science fair soon and she needs to build something for it
  • He suggests a solar system, and she responds by pulling a disgusted face
  • “Space is boring though!” 
  • Seven gasps loudly and promises to show her she’s wrong
  • Knowing he can get a little extra when it comes to projects, so she emphasizes that she only needs the simplest thing
  • He tells her to go draw a picture of the solar system and he would help with coloring or something
  • She brings it back to him and he just spreads it across the table, “Great! This is the blueprint.”
  • Knowing she can’t stop him, she just goes along with whatever he has planned
  • They spend the day building with whatever equipment he has in his house
  • He gives her a bunch of space facts as they’re building the planets together and putting together the rods
  • When it comes time to a snack break, he takes her out to the store and buys some HBC and Dr. Pepper
  • “I use to live on this when I was younger,” he told her.
  • He sees sparkles in her eyes when she first tries them together and he’s so proud
  • They finish the project together throughout the week, and both end up really liking spending the quality time together
  • And she doesn’t hate space anymore, which was a plus
  • But then he gets a call from a teacher the next day voicing their concerns
  • Apparently, a solar system complete with lights, moon phases, and a robotic orbit implied that she might have cheated
  • Seven didn’t care that she got disqualified, and he took her out for ice cream to celebrate anyway

Saeran:

  • Unfortunately, Saeran’s six year old son had the same health tendencies as his father
  • That meant he got sick pretty often and had to stay home from school
  • Saeran saw he was getting pretty bummed out about it
  • So he decides to make that sick day as fun as possible
  • He brings a bunch of books to the bed and lets his son pick one out
  • He reads as many as he can, but in the middle of one, his son requests a puppet show
  • Saeran is hesitant, but he can’t resist his son when he looks so pale and tired
  • So he builds a little theatre and draws faces on some old socks
  • He begins reading from the book again, this time with the puppets talking
  • “And then the king said–”
  • “No, Daddy, you have to do the voices!”
  • “Oh…sorry…Ahem.” He proceeds in a higher pitched voice
  • He actually does finish the story–voices and all–and the kid is laughing by the time he’s done
  • Saeran will put on his son’s favorite movies and move him over to the couch
  • He melts a little when his son snuggles up to him for warmth

V:

  • He takes his daughter to the playground since it’s a nice day
  • But she’s very shy so she ends up being alone on a swing at one end of the park
  • He feels bad, but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable and push her at the other kids
  • So he joins her
  • First he takes to slides, but she’s too scared to go down the really long slides
  • So he sets her on his lap and goes down with her–even if he hits his head a few times
  • He plays that game where he pretends he’s in trouble as he’s lying backwards on the slide and holding out his hand while she pulls him up
  • After awhile, she’s not scared anymore so she tries to impress him by walking up the slide
  • But she ends up slipping and going straight to the ground, and he has to get wood chips out of her hair
  • The other kids are attracted to the fun the two seem to be having
  • V somehow ends up as a jungle gym with children climbing him and asking to play with them
  • By the time they leave, his daughter has made quite a few friends, but she looks up at V and grabs his hand, “I had the most fun with you, Daddy!”

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happy valentine’s day, everybody!! <3 canon verse, 3k+

ao3

They finally get a lead on Kelly Kline on a Saturday. Spurred on by guilt and probably a bit of cabin fever, Castiel turns right around from the hunt he just returned from with Mary to chase her down.

“Oh,” Castiel says, turning. He sticks a hand into his coat pocket. “I almost forgot.”

It isn’t like him to forget things, so the move has to be calculated. Then again, he loses his phone all over the place. Maybe he really did just forget whatever it is. Dean’s startled out of his musing by a shiny projectile hurtling towards his face, which he catches gracelessly in one hand. The metal, whatever it is, feels cool in his palm. He blinks up at Castiel.

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Aloe Vera

Also known as true aloe, burn plant, and lily of the desert, aloe vera is in fact a member of the lily family, despite resembling and behaving more like a cactus. Aloe vera is native to Africa and flourishes in sunny, dry climates, requiring very little water. It can endure frost so long as the ground does not freeze, but may lose vital nutrients if exposed to temperatures less than 40 degrees Fahrenheit.

Energy ~ Feminine

Element ~ Water

Planet ~ Moon

Zodiac Sign ~ Cancer

Aloe vera is most famous for its applications treating burns. The leaves have an incredibly high water content, and the mucilage or gel can be used to treat burns or cuts, making this plant ideal to keep in a clay pot in the kitchen for first aid. The latex, meanwhile, is highly laxative. Its anti-inflammatory properties also lend themselves to remedy swelling from bruises or sprains.

Sacred to Aphrodite, aloe vera can be used in various beauty spells. As an amulet, it protects against all kinds of accidents and misfortune, especially around the home. It can also be used in all kinds of lunar magick, can be placed on the grave of a loved one to promote peaceful energy, can relieve loneliness and promote success, and can be hung in the home for luck and protection.

In flower language, aloe vera’s bundles of crimson blossoms mean “Grief.”

  • even: you got this
  • even: you're a smooth motherfucker
  • even: he doesn't stand a chance
  • even: gonna make him fall so hard
  • even: here you go
  • isak: *smiles*
  • even: fuck
Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2
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“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”
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You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”
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You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.
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You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.
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You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”
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Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

anonymous asked:

reddie for the otp ask please !!

of course anon! i love my gay boys

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?
- This is a tough one - but I have to say Richie, even if only for the fact that he’s the dom… The thing is, he starts off sounding like that, but once he gets into it, it’s all over.

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?
- Again, Richie. It was The Odd Life Of Timothy Green - which is an emotionally-provoking movie, and he shoved Eddie off the couch for snickering at his tears. Eddie just climbed back up and snuggled back into Richie’s chest, causing Richie to put his face in Eddie’s hair as if he could block out the sad parts of the flick. (He really cried because he wished he had parents that loved him as much as Timothy’s loves him, but he “didn’t wanna be a little bitch and say anything about it while Eds was trying to enjoy the movie.”)

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
- Eddie. Though usually pretty meticulous, we all know our boy is still a certified gay dumbass that doesn’t even know forks can’t go in the microwave. When the microwave starts smoking, Eddie screams for Richie who comes bounding into the kitchen, yelling “DID YOU PUT A UTENSIL IN THE MICROWAVE?” “YEAH, WHY? WHY’S IT DOING THAT?” “FUCK!” And that’s how they destroyed their very first kitchen appliance together. Richie took a polaroid of Eddie looking downcast at the microwave (now on the floor) to commemorate the occasion.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?
- Richie, and every time Eddie threatens to bite his fingers without fail. Eddie tried it once, though, coming up behind Richie while he was sitting in His Chair watching something, but ended up just getting fingerprints all over Richie’s glasses and Richie licking his hands. “Ew! You’re so gross!” “You weren’t saying that last night, Eddie Bear.” “That changes nothing, you’re disgusting here and now.”

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
- Eddie. Like Stan, Eddie is often pretty cold - a feeling he hates. Richie isn’t exactly like Mike, he’s not always warm, but he’s not always cold like his boyfriend either. On nights that Richie annoys him, while they lay in bed, Eddie will pull over the entire comforter to himself, meanwhile pulling up his legs and putting his cold feet on Richie’s back. “CHRIST, EDDIE!” Richie usually hisses, and it just makes Eddie laugh.

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?
- Eddie. He’s a sucker for The Bachelor as well as America’s Next Top Model. Richie would’ve joined, but they couldn’t hold his attention long enough. For three consecutive days, Eddie sat on their living room couch with his eyes glued to the screen. “Tyraaaa! Yes! Oh my god, you tell that bitch.” Eddie would clap, eyes never leaving the T.V. “I hate to say it, but you look exactly like your mother right now.” Richie said on the third day. Eddie immediately turned the television off and got up. “You know, suddenly, I don’t wanna watch anymore.”

Who laughs more during sex?
- Eddie. Aside from laughing at usual things, like Richie putting his arms in an awkward place or bucking his hips up too hard, sometimes Richie will gently slide his hand down Eddie’s side (Eddie is extremely ticklish) and he’ll just burst into giggles. Sometimes sex doesn’t even occur, it just turns into a shirtless tickle fight.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?
- RICHIE IS THE LITTLE SPOON BECAUSE HE LIKES TO BE HELD AND MADE TO FEEL SAFE also if he’s not then Eddie will hog the covers. If Eddie’s upset, though, Richie will gladly assume the position of big spoon until his boy wants to take back over.

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➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5140
➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.
➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!
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JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?

You: YG called me in to his office.

JiJi: Is everything okay?

You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.

From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.

“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”

“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.

“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”

You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.

“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”

“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”

“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes… sir, I will.”

With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.

You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.

“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”

“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”

“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “

Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.

Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”

“You coloured your hair?”

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The Daddies in the Morning

Requested by @teathpaste

Robert:

Not a morning person. At all. Or, well, let’s be honest here; he’s not an afternoon person. Robert awake in the morning means he’s been awake all night - otherwise, Robert’s been replaced by a changeling. No matter how much sleep this boy gets, he is always incredibly tired and grumpy in the morning, eyes itching, a minor headache from the dehydration of alcohol mixed with hiking through the woods…The only thing that gets him up and on a routine is Betsy, who is very insistent on getting fed on time.

Damien:

Damien has a very strict night and morning schedule - one that he has adhered to quite perfectly! Not because particularly needs one, but because he simply finds it the easiest way for him to get to bed and wake up in the morning. He isn’t particularly grumpy or cheerful in the morning he’s just…Awake. Like, really awake. Give him thirty minutes to dress and prepare for the day and it’s as if he was never asleep at all! Lucien calls this black magic.

Craig:

Craig, for all his hustle and bustle, is actually not a morning person. Never was, never will be. However, his daily routine keeps him in line. Coffee, River, light breakfast, run, quick shower, brunch, social…It’s a neverending mental list that the rest of the dads can hardly fathom. How does he keep it up?? Surely he’s got to have the same aching knees they all do by now…Despite their questions and teasing, he stands by the notion of just making sure you take care of yourself and staying motivated

Joseph:

You guessed it; Joseph’s the obnoxiously cheerful and energetic morning person. Christie usually runs into his room by about 6 and, Mary being the exact opposite, Joseph’s the one who leaps right of of bed to greet her! Then it’s pancakes for breakfast and getting everyone dressed and ready for school/service and oh boy he’s just so excited for the day and he loves his children and wife and life and everything’s just?? So great?? Oh my gosh. You can bet he crashes every night right at nine, though. Straight up dead. Mary, being more of a night owl, pushes him to stay awake a bit longer to help put the kids to bed and watch an episode of something together before he finally passes out. Her having slept in and wanting to be awake longer is why she is such good friends with Robert the fellow night owl.

Mat:

Mat is one of those ‘slow to wake up’ kind of people. He’s not grumpy or achy, he’s just tired and groggy. Coffee helps immensely, and his virtual dependence on it is what fostered the original idea for his coffee shop. Nothing helps wake him up like a fresh pot and getting to work at the place he loves most! Plus, though he’s an anxious introverted mess, something about getting to see the smiling faces of others in the morning gives him a good boost to make it through the first couple hours of tiredness.

Hugo:

Hugo is one of those don’t-even-talk-to-me-before-my-coffee kinds of people. He’s the dad that stumbles out of bed missing a slipper, hair sticking out in all directions, one eye’s still fused shut…It’s a mess. Ernest calls him Frankenstein when he first wanders into the kitchen - Hugo is too tired to correct him in that he would actually be Frankenstein’s Monster, not Frankenstein. Though, once he does have it’s coffee it’s like night and day - and for good reason!! He has eight long hours of teaching middle schoolers ahead of him. Joy.

Brian:

Brian is another morning person - however, unlike Joseph, he’s not obnoxious or energetic about it. He’s just awake and happy to be awake! His daughter is less so, but she always works through it as maturely as she does everything else. All Brian needs beyond a quick stretch is a cup of Joe and he’s out the door, ready to drop his amazing daughter off at school and get to work.

anonymous asked:

For the drabbles (if theyre still open!) #18, Jungkook, and either Jungsh00k Au or Fuckboy!Jungkook 😍 Whichever one you think fits it the best. Also I have to say that your writing honestly makes me so damn happy okay oml ❤️❤️ Dont push yourself, and stay healthy!

hello thank you so much for asking! i hope you like it! it’s a continuation from my previous fuckboy!jungkook drabble, hope that’s okay!

18. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

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But okay, Bughead. I see you.

There’s something beautiful about that Bughead kiss being (what I assume is) the first since their interrupted kitchen counter moment in 1.13 - it’s like, Betty is saying, look, I have no idea what the hell is going on with this Serpent business. I don’t know how it’s going to affect our relationship. I don’t know if it’ll intrude on, or disrupt, us again, just like it did last night. But here, let me show you that you’ll always have this to come back to, no matter what happens in this brewing civil war. I trust you, and you can trust this.