go to the drugstore

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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cold weather survival tips so y’all can start the new year with soft glowy skin

I posted a list of beauty tips for hot weather on my old blog at the beginning of the summer and it went over really well, so I thought I’d do a cold weather version now that we’re in peak chapped-lips-and-cracked-hands season.

  • Do yourself a favor by going to the nearest drugstore and buying the biggest tub of Vaseline/petroleum jelly you can find. 90% of Dry Skin Problems™ can be solved by slapping some Vaseline on there. 
  • Seriously. Chapped lips? Use Vaseline as a lip balm. Dry, cracked heels? Slather those feetsies with Vaseline right before you go to bed (just put socks on to keep from getting your sheets all sticky) for an overnight moisturizing treatment. (You can do the same thing on your hands if they’re dry and cracked!) I’ve even used Vaseline to fix severe dry patches on my face and neck. This stuff is a lifesaver. 
  • (You might also wanna get one of those tiny mini tubs to keep in your jacket pocket or in your bag, so you’ll always have it on you. It works way better than lip balm and is the only thing that can keep my lips from cracking and bleeding all winter long.)
  • While you’re at the store, it’s a good idea to invest in a good lotion. Most scented lotions (especially Bath & Body Works brand) actually make my dry skin worse because of the perfume in them, so you might want to look into an unscented formula. Try to avoid formulas that contain alcohol (which is sometimes used to make the lotion absorb faster) because they’ll dry you out worse than before. 
  • I always recommend using lotions and moisturizers made for sensitive skin even if your skin isn’t actually sensitive, because they don’t have as many harsh ingredients that might draw moisture out of your skin! Looking for formulas with all-natural ingredients (like Burt’s Bees and Yes To) is another good way to avoid heavy chemicals.
  • Replace your makeup remover with olive oil. It melts makeup right off, and you don’t have to scrub at your face like you do with a lot of makeup removers. It’s also super hydrating and makes my skin feel SO SOFT after I use it. (Just be sure to wash it off with a cleanser before you go to bed.) A lot of people use coconut oil the same way, but I’ve never tried it so I can’t speak for how well it works compared to olive oil. 
  • If your foundation sticks really noticeably to the dry patches on your face, a good hydrating makeup primer can help a lot. e.l.f. has really good, really cheap primers that I swear by, and they even have one specifically made for dry skin! (And you can find them at Walmart and most drugstores, so you can swing by and pick it up while you’re getting your groceries.)
  • Avoid “matte” or “mattifying” foundation formulas in general if your skin is really dry, because they’ll just make your dry patches more noticeable. Use a “satin finish” or “dewy finish” foundation instead, and if you want to make it look more matte you can always set it with a powder to take away the shine! 
  • If your lips are really dry and scaly, the best thing to do is just exfoliate the dead skin away. You can make your own lip scrub really easily by mixing sugar with either olive oil or honey, and just rub it on your lips to buff off the dry skin. Be sure to follow with Vaseline or a good lip balm!
  • As a matter of fact, you should really be exfoliating your entire face once or twice a week, especially if you have really dry skin. You can buy exfoliating scrubs at the store for a few bucks or make your own. (My favorite is a homemade scrub with 1 tablespoon of cooled green tea, 2 tablespoons of sugar, and a few drops of tea tree oil. It makes my skin soooo soft and helps fade my acne scars.)
  • Consider replacing your moisturizer with a face-safe oil like jojoba or rosehip at night. (I wouldn’t recommend using olive oil or coconut oil for this though, because they’re a little too heavy.) I started using rosehip oil every night to help with the scarring on my face, and it makes my skin feel so good. It doesn’t absorb right away, so it’s almost like sleeping in a face mask every night, and you wake up with a baby-soft face. This is the first winter I haven’t had really dry patches on my face, and I think using facial oils has a lot to do with it.
  • If your lipstick is drying out your lips, use a very light layer of Vaseline as a lip primer! This also makes the lipstick go on smoother – I’ve been using this trick for chalky/streaky lipsticks for years. (I told you, Vaseline is a lifesaver.)
  • I know everyone on tumblr is always saying this, but it really is important; you gotta stay hydrated. Drink water. (Drinks like soda actually dehydrate you, so it really does have to be water.) If your skin is just feeling a little dryer than usual, it could be because you just aren’t getting enough water. Increasing your water intake is a really easy, completely free way to help your skin out. 
  • And fyi, these tips aren’t just for girls! If you’re a guy with dry skin, feel free to use any and all of the things I talked about in this post! Taking care of your body is gender neutral and everybody deserves to have nice skin. 
*Me to that ex-boyfriend* “Can you buy me pads, the super ones, please...I’ve run out.” *rolls around bed in agony.* *Him shrugging* “Sure, if you want.” *Me* “Really? That was easy. I thought men were weird about that stuff.” *Him* “The drugstore lady isn’t going to think they’re for me, is she?”

Mostly I have shit taste in men.

But once or twice, I got it right.

Mars and Activity🔥
  • The house that Mars is found in is known to be a place of constant activity in the chart
  • 1st house: Generally highly active people. Always on the move and doing things. Aggressive and assertive by nature and this can cause problems and minor accidents if not careful. Much energy is put into themselves and their own personal endeavors so these people can often come off as selfish.
  • 2nd house: Active focus on making money or purchasing things. Possibly impulsive spenders. Strongly protective of what they own and will fight to keep possessions.
  • 3rd house: Restless, quick and active thinkers and talkers,constantly on their phones maybe,likes to go on short little trips whether it's to the drugstore down the road or the hotel bar down the stairs
  • 4th house: Active in home environment. Always working on something inside the house whether it's fixing something or adding something new for decoration or maintenance. May be active in lawn work or gardening and stay active into old age.
  • 5th house: Active in sports activities whether they're playing or attending a game or sport related function, could have pretty active love/sex lives. Whether this is true or not, you actively pursue pleasure and aim to make a good time out of everything.
  • 6th house: Workaholics. They Stay on their work and chores and makes sure they're up to date with their responsibilities. Overwork can often bring health issues.
  • 7th house: Active involvement with partners. Puts much energy into relationships and partnerships and is always doing things with them. Active and domineering partner who is always on the move.
  • 8th house: U fucking somebody bitch. Idk who but I know u fuckin. Aggressive in money matters.Active exploration of the unknown or the occult forces. Strong emotional desires and always pursuing those desires as well.
  • 9th house: You're always exploring and traveling whether mentally or physically you want to expand. Usually have a passion for sports, religion, or education and sometimes travel in connection to one of these matters.
  • 10th house: You work hard to gain status in your chosen career. Active focus on your career life. Extremely ambitious status seekers. Wants to be the best.
  • 11th house: Great energy is put into pursuing goals as well as friendships and group activities. Very socially active. Always has a move.
  • 12th house: Low energy placement. Much action is carried on in secret or is subtle and indirect mainly to avoid open confrontation. Religious/Mystical tendencies with the position.
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Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Originally posted by pinkharold

Part 3

*Word Count 5,135

That next morning you woke up in bed alone. You groaned wrapping the sheets around you because you were freezing. All of a sudden you heard shouting and looked over at Harry pacing out on the balcony. He was on the phone with someone and you’ve never seen him so angry. 

Yes, over the years you two have had your fair share of arguments where you both had gotten angry, but he never got that upset. 

“I don’t fucking care! I’m not going to use my girlfriend as a way to sell albums! I don’t give a shit if it helps my name get out there and publicity. I already told you that I wanted my music to do the talking! Not who I’m dating or seen with! And to go behind my back like that and invade my privacy! I can’t believe that someone from my own fucking team did it,” he screamed. 

You sighed wanting to go out there and calm him down, but all of a sudden you felt a lurch in your stomach and quickly ran into the bathroom. After get sick a few times, you sat against the wall and wiped your mouth. You sighed tilting your head back and closing your eyes. 

When the sick feeling subsided, you reached into your bag to find some medicine. You had some anti-nausea medicine for when you traveled and would get motion sickness, but when you looked through your bag it was when you noticed something that you knew the medicine would no longer help. 

You had an entire supply of feminine products that you had yet to use. You quickly did the math in your head and realized that you should have had your period by now.  

No. No. No. No. No. You mumbled to yourself as you went back into the room and grabbed your phone. You had an app on your phone and it would tell you when you were supposed to be having your period. When you clicked on it, you saw that you were more than a few days late, but what freaked you out, even more, was that the week you were in New York was also the week that was highlighted as a “Best Chance of Getting Pregnant” week. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

For the second time that morning, you found yourself running to the bathroom. 

**

“Jeff, I don’t care. You better find out who arranged it and when you do, they’re fired,” he said before hanging up. 

He was beyond pissed at this point and knew he needed to calm down. He decided to head to the gym. He went back into the room and saw you walking out of the bathroom. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’m just… uh… not feeling well.” 

“Do you have a fever?” He asked. 

“I don’t think so,” you sighed sitting on the bed. 

“Do you want to run to the store and get you some things?” He asked. 

“No, I’m just going to get some rest,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I go to the gym for an hour or do you need me here?” He asked. 

“Oh, no I’ll be fine,” you said. “How’d the phone call go?” 

He sighed grabbing his gym clothes from his bag and changing. “Not well,” he said. “Jeff didn’t know anything, but then he had the audacity to say that even though it wasn’t ideal, it helps to get my name out there.” 

“Wow,” you said. 

“I know, I told him I didn’t care and want to know who sold me out because the second I do, they’re fired,” he said. 

You nodded laying back on the bed. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said. 

He looked at you suspiciously but just gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll have my phone if you need anything,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. 

He grabs his gym bag and walked out of the room. Once you were sure he was gone, you grabbed your phone and called Manny. 

“What?” He groaned into the phone when he answered it. 

“I-I need you to do me a favor,” you said. 

“This early in the morning?” He groaned. 

“It’s not that early,” you sighed. “And this is serious.” 

“Okay, what it is?” He asked. 

You sighed. “I-I need you to go to the drugstore and buy a pregnancy test.” 

“Why would I need to get- HOLY SHIT ARE YOU PREGNANT!” He screamed. 

“No! I mean I don’t fucking know,” you sighed. “Which is why I need you to get the test and we both know that I can’t exactly go and buy it without the chance of someone seeing.” 

“Does Harry know?” He asked. 

“No, he doesn’t. He’s at the gym right now, so you should have time to run there and bring it back and you can’t tell him or mention it to him,” you said quickly. 

“You’re going to have to tell him, you know,” he said. 

“He doesn’t have to know anything unless I’m pregnant,” you said. 

He sighed, “Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” 

You hung up the phone and laid back. You didn’t know what you were going to do. 

**

Manny arrived with the test in hand a few minutes later. You let him in and he sat on the bed. 

“So, you’re going to take it without Harry knowing about it?” He asked. 

“Yes, I don’t want to freak him out when it could be nothing to freak out about,” you said. 

“I still think you should at least tell him that you two had a scare,” he said. “But I thought you were on Birth Control anyway.” 

“I am,” you sighed. “But sometimes if you don’t take it at the exact time every day it might not be as effective…” 

“But you still use other forms of protection right?” He asked. 

“We didn’t in New York,” you mumbled. “I mean we didn’t exactly plan on hooking up, so we didn’t have other means of protection handy.” 

“Do you want me to stay while you take it?” He asked. 

“Please,” you whispered. 

He nodded and you grabbed the bag and go into the bathroom. You opened up the test and read the directions. After you took the test, you set the timer on your phone and sat next to Manny on the bed. You both were silent until the timer went off. 

You felt sick again, but you knew it was from the nerves. You looked down at the test and saw the word “PREGNANT” written across the little screen. You immediately broke down in tears and Manny wrapped his arms around you. 

He rubbed your back and let you cry onto his shoulder. 

“What am I going to do?” You cried. 

“I don’t know, but you need to talk to Harry about it,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “I can’t… I mean not right now. He’s going through so much and I-” You cried. 

“Y/N, you need to tell him. You don’t have to go through this alone. I mean it is his baby right?” He asked. 

“Of course it is,” you sighed. 

“Then you need to tell him,” he whispered. 

“He should be back from the gym soon,” you mumbled. 

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked. 

“No, but you probably should,” you whispered. 

He nodded and gave you a hug before walking out the door. You were freaking out and you didn’t know what you were going to do. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest. You hid the pregnancy test under the pillow when you heard the door open. 

Harry walked in and threw his bag on the ground. “Hey baby, feeling better?” He asked leaning into kiss you. 

You turned your head away and he looked at you confused. “What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave,” you whispered. 

“Wait, what?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave. I think you should pack your things and move on,” you sniffled. 

“Y/N, baby, what are you talking about?” He said. “You’re scaring me.” 

“You just need to go,” you said pushing him away. “Just go!” 

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said grabbing your hands as you hit them against his chest. 

“Everything is wrong! Everything is ruined,” you cried. “I’m just going to hold you back, so just go!” 

“Baby, I think we should call a doctor,” he said. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not sick,” you sniffled. 

“Then what’s wrong, please tell me,” he whispered taking your face into his hands and making you look at him. 

“You’re going to hate me,” you whispered. “You’re going to leave me.” 

“No, I’m not. I love you, I’m not leaving you again,” he whispered. “Just please tell me what’s wrong.” 

“I-I’m” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” 

All color drained from his face and his hands dropped to his sides. “W-What?” He asked. 

You got the test from underneath the pillow and showed it to him. He took it in his hands and saw that it was positive. “But we’ve been safe…” he whispered. “And you’re on the pill.” 

“The pill is only 100% effective if you take it at the exact same time each day and when I’m traveling… with time zones and everything, it throws me off. So, I guess when we were in New York… the pill wasn’t as safe…” you sniffled. 

“You knew?” He said. “I told you that we shouldn’t have because I didn’t have any protection, but you said that we were fine.” 

“Because I thought we were! Damn it we only did it a couple of times and I figured that being on the pill, in general, was better than nothing! Do you think I wanted this right now? Do you think I purposely got pregnant?” You said. 

“No! I don’t, but I just.. this can’t be fucking happening right now,” he said running his hands through his hair. 

“See this is why you should just leave,” you sniffled. 

Harry turned around and looked over at you. “Do you honestly think I’m would just leave?” He whispered. “That I would just leave you to raise this baby or leave you alone while you dealt with this?” 

You shook your head. He walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “When I said I’m never leaving you and that I was going to be with you forever, I meant it,” he whispered. 

“But you don’t have time to worry about a baby,” you sniffled. “Your album is coming out in a few weeks, then you have your movie in the summer and touring later on in the year. You’d be in the middle of a tour when the baby would be born.” 

“Is this the most opportune time for us? Hell no,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to abandon you,” he sniffled. 

“What are we going to do?” You whispered laying your head against his chest. 

“Well, we should probably consider our options first and then go from there,” he whispered. 

“I want to have the baby,” you whispered. “I don’t know how we’re going to fucking have a baby, but I could never personally go through the other options.” 

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” he said. “But before we do anything, you should see a doctor. I want to make sure everything is okay with you.” 

“I’ll call my doctor and see if she recommends anyone in the next city,” you sniffled. 

“But baby, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this,” he said. 

“What if we can’t?” You cried. “What if this pulls us apart?” 

“We won’t let that happen,” he said taking your head in his hands again. “We love each other and this baby… our baby was made by and with that love. It won’t break us.” 

You looked at him and couldn’t help, but break down in tears once again. 

**

Over the next few days, things were a little bit different between you and Harry. It wasn’t anything bad, but you could tell that you both were nervous and scared about the pregnancy and the doctor’s appointment. 

The only people who knew about you being pregnant was you and Harry and the Manny. Harry was a little upset that you hadn’t confided in him that morning when you took the test, but he understood your decision in involving Manny. 

You were waiting in the doctor’s office right now and the doctor arranged for you to come before they opened so that none of the other patients might recognize you and Harry. 

Harry held your hand the entire time. “I know this might sound a bit old fashioned, but I kinda always thought I would be in this position after I was married,” he said. 

“Me too,” you sighed. “And I didn’t expect this to happen until I was much closer to thirty.” 

Harry kissed your head and the doctor called you back. They ran a few tests and then gave you an exam before coming back with the results. 

“Okay, Y/N, Harry,” she said. “We have the test results from both your urine and blood tests and they both confirm that you’re pregnant.” 

Tears filled your eyes and Harry took your hand. 

“How far along?” You whispered. 

“A few weeks,” she said. “We go by the date that you start ovulating not when you conceived.” 

You nodded. 

“And just so you know, you do have more than one option,” she stated. 

“We know, but we’ve decided to keep the baby,” you said quietly. 

“Okay, we’ll send these results to your primary doctor and I suggest that you make an appointment with them asap, so you can get your prenatal care started. We can give you some vitamins to start taking, but as far as other care, it’s better for your doctor to assess that,” she said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“I’ll let you get dressed and be back with the information,” she said. 

You nodded. 

After she left, Harry looked over at you. “Well, looks like Niall is the last one of the group,” he laughed. 

You looked at him confused. “To have a kid? Louis, then Liam, now me,” he said. 

“Oh! Right,” you laughed. “He’s gonna feel the pressure now.” 

You stand up from the table and reach for your shirt when Harry put his hand on your belly. “I can’t believe that our baby is growing inside of there,” he whispered. 

“I know. I’m a whirlwind of emotions right now,” you laughed. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m also happy.” 

“I know exactly what you mean,” he whispered. “I keep thinking this is not the best time and I’m scared as hell about it, but I’m having a baby with the love my life,” he smiled. “I’m gonna be a daddy.” 

“Yeah, you are,” you smiled putting your hand over his. 

He leaned down to kiss you and then the nurse came back in. She handed you a packet of information and some vitamin samples to get you started. After you leave, you two head to a nearby Starbucks to grab some breakfast. 

“So, I guess our next step in this whole process would be to tell everyone,” he said. “I mean not everyone, but our families for sure.” 

“Yeah, but I think it would be best to maybe wait a bit,” you said. “I just want to see my own doctor and make sure everything is still going well.”

He nodded. “Will it be after tour?” 

You nodded taking a sip of your green tea. “Luckily I only have a few weeks left,” you said. 

“And then we’ll go from there,” he said taking your hand. “I’ll only be with you for another week and then I’ll be going back to London for a few things and then New York and LA. I’ll be doing quite a bit of traveling once the album is released, so I don’t know how we’ll be able to be together during that time.” 

“I can join you. I’ll be back in LA by the time that you’re there and then I can go to the doctor while I’m back and we can try and figure out when to tell our family,” you said. 

“I just don’t want you to travel any more than you after too because you’ve already been traveling so much and now that… you know… you’ll be traveling for a few more weeks and I want you to be able to take it easy,” he said. 

“And I will. I promise,” you smiled. “And hopefully we can take that nice, romantic vacation together that you promised.” 

“As long as you’re still feeling up to it,” he smiled. 

“I plan on it,” you laughed. 

After a quick bite to eat, the two of you head back to the hotel. You looked through the little pamphlets and information packets that the nurse gave you. 

“Anything interesting?”  He asked jumping on the bed beside you. 

“Yes and no,” you said. “Apparently our baby is only about this big,” you said making an itty bitty circle with your hand. “And it’s going to go from that to like baby sized, which means I’m gonna get fat,” you groaned. “I mean I know I’m not exactly super duper skinny right now, but I’m not like really really big either,” you mumbled. “But I will be.” 

“You’ll be pregnant, not fat and even if you were, I’d still love you,” he said grabbing some of the papers from you and reading them. 

“But would you still find me attractive?” You said. 

“Of course I would,” he said. 

“So, when I look like I’m carrying a 20-pound watermelon under my shirt, you’re still gonna be like all over me and wanting to fuck?” You asked looking at him. 

He looked at you and laughed. 

“What? That’s not funny!” You whined. “I’m being serious.” 

“I know, but I just I wasn’t expecting you to word it like that,” he laughed. “But yes, you could look like you’re carrying a 50+ pound watermelon under your shirt and I would still wanna fuck you every chance I had.” 

“What about stretch marks? Cause there’s gonna be tons of those,” you said. 

“Even then,” he said. 

“What about the aftermath of being pregnant? Like I’m not gonna look the same as I do now,” you said. 

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about me ever not being attracted to you and finding you sexy,” he said. 

“You say that now when I still look like this, but that could change when I start showing,” you said. 

“Actually, I think I’m going to find you even more attractive because I’ll look at you and see our little bundle of love growing inside of you,” he smiled. 

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you laughed. 

“It’s all those Rom-Coms,” he joked. 

You laughed shaking your head as you laid back on the bed and Harry joined you. 

“This isn’t a mistake right?” You whispered looking over at him. “I mean we’re both still really young and we have our careers going for us. Not to mention that we just got back together.” 

“It’s not a mistake,” he whispered. “Would I change things if I could? Maybe, at least maybe until we were a bit older, but I can’t change it and I don’t want to change it. I’m happy, I really am. At first, I was scared and upset because it wasn’t planned, obviously, but now I couldn’t be more happy and excited.” 

You smiled. “That makes me happy to hear that. I was so scared to tell you that day when I found out,” you whispered. 

He sighed looking over at you. “Baby, I wish you didn’t feel that way.” 

“I know, but I was just afraid of how you would react,” you sighed sadly. “I thought maybe you’d be upset and think that I and this baby would ruin your life.” 

“Y/N, no,” he whispered pulling you on top of him. “You could never ruin my life and a baby couldn’t either.” 

You smiled a bit laying your head down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back. “We’re having a baby,” you whispered. 

“I know,” he smiled widely. “We’re going to have a baby just in time for Christmas.” 

“Wow, yeah, we will,” you said. “How do you think our family is going to take it?” 

“I’d hope they’d be happy for us,” he said. 

“Me too, but both your Mom and your sister were apprehensive about us getting back together in the first place, do you really think they’d be happy that we’re having a baby together,” you sighed.

“If they know that I’m happy and that I want this, they’re gonna be thrilled,” he said. 

“And you do want this right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled. “And you want this right?” 

“Of course,” you smiled. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” 

“I just want a healthy baby,” he smiled. “I want both my babies to be healthy.” 

You giggled sitting up and lifting your shirt up a bit. Harry smiled and put his hand on your belly for the second time that day. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. “It’s your daddy.” 

You smiled looking down at him. 

“And I love you so much,” he smiled. “And I love your Mummy, so make sure you’re good to her. We don’t want her feeling bad, okay?” 

“I don’t think they can hear you,” you giggled. 

“You don’t know that,” he said. 

“Actually I do,” you laughed. “The baby is only a teeny tiny speck.” 

“That’s so rude! Our baby isn’t a speck,” he laughed. 

“Technically it is,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled you back down onto his stomach. You laughed looking up at him. “What was that about?” You asked. 

“Nothing, nothing,” he smirked. “Just wanna cuddle is all.” 

“You and your cuddling,” you joked. 

“Hey! If I remember correctly it was my cuddling that made you fall for me,” he smirked. 

“Just because I literally fell on you and you wrapped your arms around me and had a quick drunken chat doesn’t exactly qualify as cuddling,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “Maybe not, but after that specific moment we did cuddle.” 

“Only because you’re a handsy drunk,” you laughed. “We were talking and you couldn’t keep your hands off me. Ed was laughing his ass off because he thought you were going to regret your actions in the morning.” 

“Well, it seemed to work,” he smirked. “Because now you can’t keep your hands off me.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I want some frozen yogurt.” 

He groaned. “But I don’t want to get up.” 

“Then don’t, I’ll just go all by myself,” you pouted. 

“Ugh, fine,” he said sitting up. “I’ll go, but then we come back and cuddle.” 

“Maybe,” you said grabbing your purse. 

“Y/N,” he whined with a stomp of his foot. 

“What?” You smirked. 

“You’re so mean,” he said wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he walked behind you. “All I wanna do is cuddle with my girlfriend, but noooo you want to frozen yogurt.” 

“Oh my goodness, we’ll come back,” you laughed. “The place is right next door.” 

“We could get it to go,” he said. 

“Sure,” you laughed. 

While the two of you were at the frozen yogurt shop, you could see cameras outside and some fans standing across the street. You bit your lip and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks pouring his flavor of choice into the cup. 

“Seeing the paps outside and the fans has me thinking…” you sighed. “What are we going to do once I start to show? I don’t want to make this huge annoucement or have everyone know about it. Not until we’re ready.” 

“I agree. It’s no one else’s business but ours, our family, and close friends,” he said adding some fruit. “But we’ll figure something out to protect you and the little one.” 

“Speaking of figuring out, did you ever find out who sold you out?” You asked adding some fruit and cookie bits to yours. 

“No, I honestly think Jeff knows, but he won’t tell me,” he sighed. 

“That’s not like him,” you said. “But I mean, do you think it was him though?” 

“That did cross my mind, but I wouldn’t see him doing that,” he said. 

“Maybe he thought it would be okay since you’ve sort of done in it in the past,” you said putting your cup on the weighing station. 

The cashier adds up the totals and Harry pays before handing you yours. You quickly take a bite and he gets his change before putting it all in the tip jar and grabbing his. 

“There’s a huge difference between those “relationships” and ours,” he said taking a bite. “Those were arranged strickly for publictiy. I mean sure, I got on with them, but there wasn’t any feelings there.” 

“Good to know,” you mumbled as you walked back to the hotel. 

“Baby, you know you’re the only one that’s ever had my heart,” he smirked. 

You laughed sneaking a spoonful of his yogurt. 

“Hey! That’s mine,” he groaned. 

“Hey, I’m eating for two now,” you whispered. 

“I still can’t believe it,” he said shaking his head. 

“Me either, but it’s happening,” you said. 

He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again. “Now, back to the conversation, maybe he did and maybe he did it with good intentions but the paps took it too far,” he sighed. “But either way, I would be really disappointed because he could have at least told me.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

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When you got back up to the hotel, you decided to change into something more comfortable. Before you put your shirt on, however, you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“It’s crazy to think that there’s something in there,” you whispered looking down at your stomach. 

“Yeah and to think it was all because we fucked,” Harry said with a big mouthful of yogurt. 

You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. 

“Oi! What was that for?” He laughed. 

“You make it sound like we just hooked up and out comes a baby,” you said. 

“I was joking,” he laughed. 

You bit your lip again and then looked over at him. “You know how you said eariler at the doctor’s that you had always thought you would be married before you had kids?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he said. 

“When you thought of that, did you ever- did you ever hope that it would be with me?” You whispered. 

“That I would have the babies with you and that we’d be married?” He asked. 

You nodded. 

“Come here,” he said opening his arms. 

You walked over and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and you leaned against his chest. 

“When I was younger, I’d always hoped that I would meet the girl of my dreams and fall in love, get married, and have babies,” he laughed. “I thought that was what people did you know? I mean that’s what they do in the movies and in love songs.” 

“But then, my life changed and I was traveling and girls were throwing themselves at me and people were trying to use me and I started wondering if I’d ever find that person for me. I knew I was still young and that I wasn’t even thinking about marriage or kids then, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want someone to love.” he whispered. 

“Then you came to Ed’s party and I had always been a huge fan of you and thought you were so hot, but once we started talking, even though we were both shitfaced,” he laughed. “I felt something with you that I never felt with anyone. I remember when Ed told me how I was that night with you, I was so embarrased and thought I fucked up any chance I had to ask you out, but somehow I didn’t and we went out for breakfast one morning.” 

“And that first year we were together, I kept picturing a future with you. I pictured us going on holidays to celebrate our anniversaries. I thought about going to a ring shop one day and picking out the best ring for you and planning this huge romantic propsal. And you walking down the aisle and us getting married and spending our lives together and everything that goes along with that,” he smiled. 

“However, things got in the way and we broke up. I was devestated because not only did I lose you, but I lost the future that I pictured us having,” he whispered. “And each time we tried getting back together, my hope grew back, only to be let down again.” 

“And now?” You asked. “What do you feel now?” 

“I feel like… no I know that one day we’ll get married and that this baby is just the first of many,” he smiled putting his hand on your belly. 

“Oh really?” You giggled. “You’re just so sure that I’m gonna carry more than one baby.” 

He laughed. “Well not anytime soon, but one day.” 

You shook your head with a laugh and put your head on his shoulder and your face in his neck. “I’m scared, Harry,” you whispered after a bit. 

“I know baby, I am too, but we have each other,” he whispered. “And we’re going to get through this together.” 

“What if I’m a horrible mother?” You sniffled. “Or what if this is my last tour and my career is over.” 

“You’re not going to be a horrible mother. You’re going to be the best damn mother ever and our baby is going to love you so much,” he smiled. “And there are plenty of female artists who are Mums and still kill it on stage and have a career.” 

“But can I do that?” You whispered. 

“If anyone can do it, it’s you baby,” he smiled. “You’re too fucking talented and amazing not to.” 

You smiled a bit. “I love you,” you whispered. “You can always make me feel better.” 

“I love you too and that’s my job, baby,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Now, I believe you wanted to cuddle,” you giggled. 

He smirked laying you both back on the bed. You smiled cuddling up to him as much as you could. Both of you were scared of what was happening, but you had each other and that was all that mattered. 


**I feel like this part was all over the place and doesn’t make sense… Sorry! I hope you like it anyway! 

Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

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overheard conversations - lafayette

Summary: Your cute neighbor works at a local drugstore, and you go there to grab a late night snack. He has a conversation in French with his other friend. Too bad that you know perfect French.

Note: hey!! This drabble is my first fic! Yay!  The thing about the old man happened to me, it was kind of scary he’s okay though, but that night the police had to break his window to get in.  I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my mother language. Anyway, enjoy! Feedback is welcome!

Word Count: 958

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a possible death that wasn’t a death? Idk if that counts lmao


For Lafayette, the late night shifts were the best shifts he could ever take.

Something weird happens almost all of the time. For example, a lady once tried to bring in her cat with a towel wrapped around the animal, making it look like it was a baby. The cat meowed, and when Lafayette asked her politely to leave, she swore to curse them. Lafayette looked over his friend, Alexander, and when the lady left, they started laughing. There was something about those late hours that made his work very…

“Hey, isn’t that your cute neighbor?” Alexander nudged Lafayette, switching to French immediately.

“Shh, Hamilton. Shut up,” Lafayette hissed while trying to look at you without making it too obvious.

…interesting.

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For: Anon

Imagine: Finding out that you are pregnant with Eric’s child and being scared to tell him.

You stand in the training room alongside Four and your boyfriend, Eric. As a trainer, it was your responsibility to show the initiates how to spar, however you felt sick to your stomach today. Should I tell Eric? Nah, I’ll be fine. 

“Y/N and I will be showing you some new fighting techniques today,” Eric announces to the initiates. The two of you transferred to Dauntless together, you were from Candor, he was from Dauntless, on the first day of initiation you had gone through your fear landscapes, you and Eric were the only ones in the dorm room, and he had comforted you. You two became fast friends and had started dating soon after; you’ve been together for almost six years now and are absolutely inseparable.

You step into the mat alongside Eric and he looks at you muttering, “The initiates are so annoying, I fucking hate kids.”

You roll your eyes and tell him to start. After demonstrating a few different techniques to the initiates you start to feel dizzy, Eric goes in for a punch and you clutch you mouth gagging, he steps back and you run out of the training room. 

“Y/N!” Eric calls after you, his voice laced with concern. 

You quickly find the washroom and shut the door behind you, throwing up in the toilet, you don’t hear the door opening, but when you feel someone grabbing your hair and rubbing your back, you instantly know that it’s Eric. 

You step away from the toilet, flushing and rinse out your mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Are you alright baby?” Eric asks, his eyes filled with worry. 

You absentmindedly nod knowing that you should tell him that this has been happening for the past week. But you dread thinking about what the meaning of this might be. 

“-okay?” You finally hear Eric say. 

“Huh?” You look at him. 

“We’re you even listening to a word I said Y/N?” Eric asks, you look down at your hands, “of course you weren’t, what’s gotten into you Y/N? Lately you’ve been acting so distant, if there’s a problem you can tell me baby, if I did something wrong get angry, yell at me, but don’t distance yourself like this.”

“It’s nothing like that Eric, I’ve just been really tired lately, and I think I might just be getting a fever or something, I’ll go to the infirmary later today.” You lie. 

Eric sees right through the you, but just says, “Alright Y/N, go home and rest, Four and I can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day." 

You wait for Eric to go back into the training room before walking towards the pit; you go into one of the drugstores, buy a pregnancy test, and walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment. 

You go into the washroom and put the test to use. You sit on the washroom floor waiting for the result. 

You wait for a few minutes and finally build up the courage to look at it; you see a little plus sign on the screen. Fuck. The result is positive, this can’t be happening, how will you ever tell Eric? 

You sit on the couch, Eric words from earlier today replay in your mind, ‘I fucking hate kids.’ This wasn’t the first time he had admitted something like this to you, you knew how much he disliked kids. Your lip begins to quiver at you let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You can’t help but wonder, what if Eric leaves you, or worse yet, what if he makes you get rid of the child. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. No, he is the father, he has the right to know, and I have to tell him. Come on Y/N, you’re Dauntless, stop being so scared.

You continue crying until you hear the doorknob rattle, Eric was home. Shit. You quickly wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and go into the bedroom.

“Y/N I’m home!” Eric calls out, you don’t respond, knowing that your voice will betray you, “Y/N?”

You hear Eric’s footsteps coming closer, and he enters the room, “Y/N? Are you okay? Why weren’t you responding to me baby?”

“Eric I-” your voice breaks and you can’t continue.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Eric almost looks scared.

You force yourself to look him in the eyes, and knowing that you will not be able to answer him, you hand him the test. He looks confused at first, but realization soon strikes his face.

“You’re pregnant…” He says in shock. He’s not happy, fuck he is not happy.

“Pleasedon’tbemadatme,ifyouwantmetoleavethenIwill,I’msorry!” You say quickly.

“Y/N-”

You take a deep breath, “No Eric, i-it’s okay, really, I know how much you hate kids, but I’m not getting rid of my child, if you don’t want it then I’ll leave!”

“But-”

“I’m serious Eric, you won’t have to take any responsibility for it, I won’t even tell it that you are its father after it is born, you jus-” Eric presses his lips against yours to shut you up, stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back.

“You just never shut up do you,” He says.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?” You ask hopefully.

“Did I say that?” His expression hardens and your heart sinks, “Of course I’m upset Y/N.”

You look away from him and try to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m upset that you thought I would leave you. I’m upset that you were afraid to tell me any of this. I’m upset that you didn’t want to tell me that I-I’m going to be a dad,” You look up at him and his face breaks out into a grin. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you happily, “I’m going to be a dad Y/N, a dad!”

You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up in his arms bridal style, spinning you around, “We’re going to be parents Y/N, I can’t believe this! Fuck I can’t believe this, I’m so fucking happy right now.”

He puts you down and kisses you passionately, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Eric.”

Eric kneels down and kisses your stomach, “and I love you most!”

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Choose, Jack and Conor Maynard Imagine

-Gif not mine-

-Not requested I just thought it would be cool to do-

-Y/N has to choose between Conor and Jack-

You are a really close friend of Joe’s and you always hung out with him. You were introduced to his friends and you instantly took an interest in the Maynard brothers. I mean who wouldn’t, they are both attractive and have their own quirks.

With Jack, he was charming and flirty with you. He was protective and bought you small things while you were out sometimes and he also gave you cute nicknames. Princess was your favourite nickname to acquire. He would give you the best compliments and they made you smile.

Conor on the other hand was less charming than Jack but was almost as equally flirty.  To replace charm, Conor had the best humour. He always made you laugh, even on your really bad days. He was very observant of you and could tell when you were upset and would give you a shoulder to cry on.

Overall, they both treated you as if you were a queen. It made you feel special and slowly gain feelings. The only problem being that you have feelings for the both of them and you don’t know which one to choose.

“Joe, I need help” you say as you storm through his front door.

You quickly stop yourself from carrying on when you see that both brothers you needed to talk about were sat in the living room with Joe.

“With what?” Joe asks.

The other two were watching you with concerned faces and your face went red. This always happened, you turn into a strawberry when anything even remotely awkward or embarrassing happens.

“I was kind of hoping I would get only your help” you say looking down from the brothers.

“We can leave, but i wont say I’m not offended” Conor jokes with you.

“Maybe she’ll tell us one day” Jack gives you a wink as the two leave Joe’s apartment.

You let out a sigh when the door closes and you turn to Joe anxiously. He sits up straight and pats his hand on the spot next to him. You sit down next to him and give him a tight hug when you have the chance to.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Joe brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I have feelings for two people and i need your help to make a decision” you say not mentioning the names.

“Who?” Joe asks trying to get more detail.

“I’d rather not say the names but ill give you details about them” you say, Joe nodding his head at you to carry on.

“One of them is charming and flirty and gives me cute nicknames while the other guy is humorous and flirty, the second one always gives me a shoulder to cry on and the first is very protective”

“I don’t know, i wouldn’t be able to choose between Conor or Jack either” Joe gives you a smile, “Especially if i knew they both liked me back”

Your face went red from embarrassment and Joe laughed.

“They like me back?” you ask Joe who nods his head while smiling at you. “You did not make this any easier”

“Honestly, i think you just need to think about who makes you happier” Joe says sincerely.

“What if they both do equally?” you ask running your hands through your hair.

“Maybe talk to them both separately as a last chance to prove themselves?” Joe says not sounding sure about his advice.

You sigh and then smile at Joe, “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea”.

You leave Joe’s apartment and text the oldest brother first.

‘Hey let’s meet at Starbucks?”

You and Conor always went to the same Starbucks when you hung out or wanted to meet somewhere. It was your goto place and it was kinda sweet, avoiding the fact that it was kind of basic.

When you get to the Starbucks, you walk in and see Conor already sitting at your usual table with two drinks.

“You remember my order?” you laugh when you reach the table.

“No i just ordered myself two grande drinks cause I’m thirsty” Conor jokes with you and pulls your drink towards his chest pretending it was his ‘precious’.

You laugh and sit down with him at the table. He hands you over your drink and you take a sip, burning your tongue. You try to hide the pain but Conor must’ve noticed.

“Did you just burn your tongue?” Conor laughs at you as you nod your head in pain.

He pushes over his drink which was cold and lets you take a sip to soothe the burn.

“Thanks” you say taking a sip.

You knew Conor really cared about you and you thought about what it would be like to date him. He would probably always try to fix your problems whether or not it was small or not, he would make jokes all the time but still make you feel special. You smile at the thought of Conor caring about you in a loving way and you didn’t realize Conor was watching you.

“What’s got you so happy?” Conor says smiling at you.

“You” you blush.

You guys spent the rest of the coffee date talking and laughing. You always had so much in common with Conor so nothing felt forced. You almost forgot you needed to see Jack too so you send him a text when you were done your coffee.

‘Want to go for a walk around the park?’

You and Jack always went on random walks together and sometimes runs too.

‘Just need to change then we can meet’ Jack texts back to you.

You make your way to the park, it was fairly close to Jack’s house so he would’ve beat you there anyways. When you get there, you see him walking towards you. He was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt and a green jacket.

“Hey cutie” Jack says inviting you under his arm.

You walk towards him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. The park wasn’t very busy today so all you could really hear were your own footsteps and the birds chirping in the wind.

“So why’d you want to meet?” Jack asks curious.

“Just wanted to see you is all” you say smiling.

“Couldn’t have something to do with what you had to talk to Joe about could it?” he asks trying to learn more.

“No don’t worry, I just wanted to see you” you say reassuring him.

You knew Jack sometimes had a temper but it was never directed towards you and you didn’t want it to be at any time. You knew he was just being sweet.

“Ok” Jack simply says giving you a smile.

You carried on your walk and talked about how things were. You played around and sometimes ran through flocks of birds to make them fly away, causing Jack to laugh along with you. You both stopped walking when you came up to a big tree that had shade all around it.

“Let’s sit” Jack says sitting down on the grass.

“Let’s climb” you say ignoring that he sat down.

He stood back up as you tried to get the proper footing.

“I don’t think this is either safe or allowed” Jack says trying to convince you to stop.

You continue trying, ignoring how protective Jack was getting. He was holding out his hands just incase you fell and it made you laugh.

“C’mon this isn’t the first tree I’ve climbed” you say moving your foot to another position quickly losing all grip you had.

You slip and fall a short distance when Jack caught you by your hips.

“Are you sure?” Jack says laughing at the coincidence.

When he puts you down you laugh and shove him jokingly. He grabs your arm lightly to pull you in for a hug and you jump from a light pain.

“Did i hurt you?” Jack asks concerned.

“No, just a small scratch there” you say holding out your arm for Jack to see.

The scratch was small but it was bleeding so Jack took it seriously.

“Let’s go get you a bandaid” Jack says walking you away from the tree.

During the walk you thought about what it would be like to date Jack like you did with Conor. Jack would probably try to stop you from doing things but you would continue to do them just to see how caring he would be. He would be protective which also meant probably jealous, but you didn’t mind jealousy. When you would succeed at things, Jack would probably be happier than anybody else would be.

Jack puts a bandaid on your arm after buying them from the near by drugstore and you go and get ice cream.

After your little date with Jack, you head back towards Joe’s house.

“Hey, did you choose?” he asks getting straight to the point when you walk in.

“Conor or Jack?” Caspar adds in laughing.

You blush and give Joe a look for telling Caspar and he looks away laughing.

“I can’t decide, the dates were both good” you sigh sitting down in between the two.

“Which one did you enjoy more?” Joe asks curious.

“Jack’s was more fun cause we did stuff but Conor’s was great because i was so comfortable” you say sighing.

The two boys sigh with you understanding your pain. You sit in silence for a few minutes before anyone says anything.

“I think you should choose based off of who could make you happier, who would take care of you and help you get through things?” Caspar says smiling.

You smile at Caspar for helping and close in on your decision, “I think i know who”.

The two boys nod at you and you grab your phone to text your choice.

‘Let’s meet again’

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Hey guys, quick message. I would like to do a part two to this story which will reveal which boy Y/N chooses.

I think it would be cool if i got some input from you guys giving me an idea of who you think Y/N should choose, with a reasoning why.

If i get enough opinions from you it’ll make the imagine more enjoyable :)

So send in your opinions please!!

xx

Impulse // Lee Donghyuck

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the prompt: I wanted to know if you could write something where the reader and donghyuck like to fangirl over BTS and other kpop groups together? They like to learn the choreography and stuff like that.

words: 835

category: best friend au + blurb

author note: how many times I have imagined donghyuck being my best friend? the answer is way too many. also, i imagine being friends with donghyuck is never boring.

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anonymous asked:

As someone who's super into makeup, why do pro lifting people act like those poor little trans girls need sephora makeup to pass?? Like I could do a full face of drugstore makeup and look amazing for like 200$ less than at sephora. Just go online and read reviews of drugstore makeup and you'll find sooo many quality dupes that are cheap. There's literally no reason you need that 50$ eyeshadow pallet to pass.

Because it’s a shitty excuse for a shitty action. If you’re going to steal to survive, or for your kids, fine. That’s survival. Eating is survival, and sometimes you’re broke and homeless and starving. But a lot of these people aren’t even transwomen, they’re just middle class cis white girls who want things. 

It’s not that big of a deal though because eventually they’ll get caught and scared into not doing it again, or one of their blogs will get on the news as evidence of how much they stole and that’ll be really, really funny so it’s a win-win in the end when you think about it.

makeup asks

1- maybelline or revlon?
2- what’s your go-to drugstore makeup brand?
3- what’s the one product you absolutely need in your daily routine?
4- urban decay or benefit?
5- what do you look for in a mascara?
6- regarding mascara, length or volume?
7- what’s your least favorite product?
8- favorite primer?
9- ulta or sephora?
10- holy grail product?
11- what’s a popular, overhyped item you don’t like?
12- favorite beauty youtuber?
13- what’s more important, eyeliner or mascara?
14- matte or shimmery eyeshadow?
15- matte or dewy foundation?
16- what’s your skin type?
17- eyebrow pencil or powder?
18- loose powder or pressed powder?
19- least favorite brand?
20- what age did you start using makeup?
21- what’s your own secret to successful looking makeup?
22- favorite wacky color of eyeshadow?
23- translucent or pigmented powder?
24- matte or glossy lips?
25- nudes or pinks?
26- favorite lip color?
27- favorite foundation?
28- favorite mascara?
29- favorite eyeliner?
30- favorite powder?
31- favorite brow pencil?
32- favorite concealer?
33- favorite lip product?
34- what’s the weirdest life hack you’ve ever done?
35- green, red, yellow, or purple concealer?
36- did you go through a weird makeup phase during middle school?
37- describe your worst makeup day
38- describe your best makeup day
39- makeup inspiration?
40- neat or cluttered makeup area?
41- regret purchase?
42- what’s the biggest makeup mistake someone can make?
43- what’s the biggest makeup mistake you’ve made?
44- what’s the best compliment you’ve gotten about your makeup?
45- what’s your morning routine?
46- flawless or fabulous?
47- instagram or natural makeup?
48- daytime or nighttime looks?
49- what’s your before bed routine?
50- any tips to share of your own?

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-prompts you with rainy night motel room feels after one of the boys gets pretty decently cut up on a hunt-

They run out of peroxide partway through, and Sam has to duck out and go to the drugstore two blocks down, it’s faster than driving and finding a parking spot, and he knows he doesn’t have to run, really, it’s not so bad, not that bad, but he does anyway, slows down and swallows down the air for a second when he gets back outside the motel door. 

Dean’s on the bed, of course, where Sam left him, and mostly done bleeding - he’s holding a pad down firm over one thigh and there’s some red seeping up under his fingers, fabric soaked through, but it’s - under control, it’s not the silent pulsing gush that means or else. Sam finishes cleaning up Dean’s chest, two long lacerations across his ribs, messy but not clear through to the muscle, and Sam’s good at this, neat and quick with the sutures, tying his brother’s freckled skin back together, a line of puckered gut-kisses running up almost under one nipple, across the swell of his pecs. Dean breathes through his teeth but doesn’t make a sound, not till Sam ties off the last one and lets his hand rest a minute over the line of Dean’s ribs, little finger slipping down, unconscious caress. 

‘OK, Florence Nightengale,’ Dean says then, grumbling relief, and lifts his hand a little off the pad on his thigh. It sticks to his palm, crusted with blood, and he hisses a little pulling it off the wound. It’s a deep gouge, two levels of suturing, muscle and skin, and before Sam starts, just before, old habits (don’t take it too early, boys, it’ll thin out the blood, and only if you need it) Dean takes two long swigs of whiskey. 

Sam keeps his head down, doesn’t talk till he’s finished, muscles tensing up in visceral sympathy. When he clips the last suture Dean uncurls his fingers from the edge of the mattress and lets his breath out ragged. The muscles in his thigh are jumping, shock-response trembling, tiny fresh pricks of blood pulled around the stitches. Sam looks up, and their eyes meet, relief and fatigue. 

‘We got any good stuff?’ says Dean, blows an exaggerated raspberry, pretends it hurts less than it does. Sam tosses him the bottle of pills from the duffel spilled hasty out on the table, looks at him, considers a minute. 

‘Whatta we think,’ he says, ‘three days?’ They’ve only paid up past tonight, so far. Dean looks down at his thigh, licks his lips. 

‘Two,’ he says. 

On the way back from the motel office Sam stops at the vending machines and gets orange juice and saltine crackers, eight in a plastic wrapper, and -of all things - applesauce, plastic cups with peel-off foil tops. Dean throws him an inscrutable look when he gets back and dumps it out on the bed, but he eats the applesauce, gingerly, drinks some ginger ale, and that’s about it - it takes awhile, with the pain and the whiskey and the physical shock, to be able to eat. They both know. 

It starts to rain, battering slanted against the windows, cool and fresh through the screen where the glass is open a little. Dean’s still wound tight, shaking a little, but he breathes the rain in deep and leans back into the pillows, feels the painkillers start to take the edge off. Sam’s sitting at the end of the bed, eating the saltine crackers and toeing off his boots. The room smells like wet socks and blood and summer-humid rain. Sam finishes the crackers and shifts forward on the edge of the mattress, puts his hands briefly over his face, drags them down quick enough that it passes, almost, as a gesture of simple fatigue. Dean’s watching him, head tipped back against the pillow.

‘Gimme the remote,’ he says, eyes not leaving Sam. ‘Let’s find us somethin’ to watch for awhile.’ The tone is light but when Sam glances at him he smiles, the boyish bonfire-eyed grin that takes the years off his face. ‘I’ll even watch that thing about - badgers, y’know. The one.’ 

‘They were muskrats,’ says Sam, with dignity, ‘and I highly doubt it will be on repeat, but yeah, thanks, Gandhi,’ and he throws the remote at Dean and goes into the bathroom and holds white-knuckled onto the sink for awhile. 


Surprise, Surprise

So this past week was the two-year anniversary of What Would They Say and I did a twitter poll to see what flashforward I should write in celebration. The choices were pregnancy reveal, graduation, proposal and Cora’s death. In a massive landslide pregnancy reveal won! So here’s a flashforward of when Regina finds out she’s pregnant, with another surprised tacked on ;) Hope you enjoy it!

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Regina would never forget the day she found out she was pregnant for the second time.

It’d been a slow day at the studio and she’d decided to go out for lunch. Mulan and Tink sat across from her as they ate together out on the Drunken Monk patio. She was glad she’d invited them out. It’d been a long time since the three of them had spent time together. They’d only been half way through their meal when Tink popped the question.

“Do you have a tampon?”

Regina looks up from her plate, a little surprised. The voice behind the question comes from Tink, who’s staring at her expectantly from across the table.

“I thought I had more in my bag but I’m out,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

Regina nodded her head. “Sure I’ve got one.”

She reached into her purse and passed a tampon over the Tink, who ran off to the bathroom not long after. As it slipped from her hand into Tink’s, a thought flickered into her head. She had tampons in her purse. How long had they been there? Why hadn’t she used them yet?

It’s a been a while, she thought to herself, but how long?

As Mulan continued to talk about one of her arrests at work Regina slipped her phone out of her pocket and pulled up her calendar. She’d had to have had her period recently, or, at the very least it should be coming up in a day or two. Her eyes ran over the dates, and her heartbeat sped up.

She should’ve started a week ago.

She was late. Very late.

Her throat grew tight as she tried to swallow her anxiety. A week ago? Really? Everything started to drift away from her. Everything she saw, everything she heard. It all started to fade as she started doing calculations in her head. If it hadn’t come yet, that means she hasn’t had her period in six weeks. But if it hadn’t come in six weeks, then that meant…

Oh god.

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