his hands are really huge in this picture

road trip!peter headcanons

ok so i saw this post and i needed to write these it’s like 1.5k words and i think the next thing i post will be the second part of the harry potter au for all of you waiting for it!! love you guys so much

  • okay so all this boy wants is to go to disney world 
  • he’s eighteen years old at this point and he’s fresh outta high school and god damn it he wants to fucking hug mickey mouse
  • like seriously he’s dying to go and he’s never been able to because money was v tight when he was growing up and he’s considerate enough to never even think of asking may to take him
  • insTEAD you and peter plan to road trip it down to florida after buying your tickets with extensive research because disney tickets are expensive enough and neither of you feel like buying plane tickets in addition to that
  • you’re only staying for a day because you two are going to be struggling college kids come late august and no one wants to pay for the hotel rooms either 
  • so you get the one day park hopper tickets and for the two of you it comes out to $345.06 which is good because you’ve both been saving up for this since you were sixteen and had around $650 between you both so now you have $304.94 and half of that is going to gas money and whatnot bc you’re both v #prepared
  • so it’s road trip time
  • it’s mid july and it’s a sixteen hour drive and you guys are ready to get your disney on like peter is so excited and happy and he cannot stop talking about it to may
    • “we’ll only be gone for like…. three days ‘cause we’re doing most of the parks in a day. we got the park hopper tickets.”
    • “how fancy!” 
    • “i know right!!!!” 
    • “so on this extensive road trip are you gonna tell y/n you like them?”
    • “mAY NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT gosh”
  • but may thinks every time is the time for that so whatever
  • she has a bet that you guys will come home as a couple though
  • the bet is with herself 
  • anyways you guys rent the shittiest car you can find because it adds charm
  • you make a road trip mix that’s basically full of one direction songs
  • peter groans but secretly he enjoys listening to you belt out the lyrics to what makes you beautiful the way you used to in fourth grade
    • “y/n is this playlist really just one diRECTION did you seriously-”
    • “do you have a problem with harry styles???”
    • “no- no of course not!”
  • you take turns driving but peter loves it the most so he always extends his turns
  • he thinks it’s hilarious when you freak out because of his speeding down an empty highway late at night because he’s a little shit
  • a little shit that you love
  • he consistently asks to stop the car so he can take a picture of whatever scenery he thinks looks pretty
    • “peter it’s a fucking blade of grass stop”
    • “no but look at the way the sunlight is hitting it!! please!!”
    • “FINE”
  • he makes you play I Spy with him
    • “okay so round thirty five… i spy with my little eye someone who is very attractive”
    • “oooh is it that guy in the convertible next to us because wow”
    • “…… yep you got it. new game now”
  • he was talking about you but whatever 
  • he argues against wearing a seatbelt but you threaten to turn the car around and he really really wants to go to magic kingdom
  • you open up the sunroof that this crappy old car has so you can stick your head out of it and scream like sam in perks of being a wallflower
  • you now check that off your bucket list
  • he stops the car at every gas station just to make sure and then he buys fifteen different snack foods because “i’m a growing boy y/n i need nutrients”
    • to which you reply with “actually you’re not growing and this isn’t nutritious” 
    • “don’t act like you don’t like pop-tarts”
  • you do, so you share a pack with him
  • there are candy wrappers strewn across the backseat because neither of you want to litter
  • “are we there yet”
  • “no”
  • *five minutes later* *now whining* “are we there yeeeettttt”
  • “nO”
  • he’s bad at sitting still and always has to pee or eat
  • it’s late at night at this point and you’re freezing and you don’t wanna get out of your seat so peter huffs and pulls his sweatshirt off and gives it to you so you can sleep 
  • he acts annoyed but he’s secretly sort of happy in an embarrassed way because oh fuck you look cute and wow you’re wearing his sweater
  • you pass out on his shoulder and you’re drooling and peter can barely concentrate on the road anymore
  • it’s probably the way the moonlight is bouncing off your skin but like whatever this is totally just him gazing in a platonic way
  • except not really because he kind of is in love with you
  • peter takes a picture of you sleeping on his shoulder but he’s in it too making a stupid face into the camera that he knows you’ll laugh at when you wake up
  • peter pulls over so you can both get some sleep for more driving in the morning and he plays with your hair until he passes out and you wake up with his head in your lap because he moves around while he sleeps even though it does not look comfortable at all
  • and you smile down at this nerd in your lap 
  • he’s v cute and soft in the morning and you’re happy to know this
  • anyway you wake up really gently and you offer to drive first but he’s blushy and insists he can drive and that he got a perfectly fine sleep
    • “is my lap that comfortable then?”
    • “ummm. yes. okay so move over so i can drive haha” 
  • he finds a dunkin donuts and buys you can ice coffee
  • it’s your order exactly and you kind of blush because you didn’t really expect him to know the exact thing you order???
  • but he does
  • he’s just very attentive
  • boyfriend material is what you think but ignore that thought because like????? he’s your bff 
  • when you want to read he turns the radio off and insists you read to him
  • it’s quite adorable
  • you should be a lot more annoyed than you are about him constantly interrupting to ask in depth plot questions 
  • when you’re further away from big cities you beg peter to stop for a second and sit outside of the shitty rental car and stargaze with you
  • so you’re looking up at the stars and making up dumb names for random shapes you find
  • and you’re laughing and so is peter and you both just turn to look at each other at the same time and neither of you move
  • you can’t bring yourself to kiss him just yet 
  • he can’t do it either
  • so you reach over to hold his hand instead and he’s fine with that, too
  • you both just know at this point
  • so you get to disney and everyone assumes you’re a couple and neither of you really argue but you take really cute pictures together in front of cinderella’s castle and he finds spider-man mickey ears and wears them to be ironic because no one knows except you
  • it makes you roll your eyes but in an i-love-you-you-huge-fucking-nerd sort of way
  • you’re back on the road by one in the morning
  • only you’re both really tired so you stop for a sleep break
  • this time peter falls asleep first but it’s not a mistake when he winds up back in your arms because he sleeps well on the road like that
  • when you wake up he drives again 
  • you’re eating another s’mores pop-tart and it’s around eight o’clock in the evening and the sun is setting and end of the day by one direction comes on
  • you can’t help but scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs with the windows rolled down and the summer breeze flowing through your veins and he’s speeding down another road and you both can’t quit laughing and grinning and blushing and finally you look back at him
  • it’s just when you’re singing “you’re the one that i want at the day!” 
  • he kisses you
  • it’s quick because he’s driving and doesn’t want to crash the car
  • he ends up pulling over so he can kiss you again, this time better than the first because he’s been waiting for this and a one second press of your lips on his won’t suffice 
  • hands on the sides of your face as he smiles shyly at you and then leans in to kiss you again and again
  • you wind up making out on the road for an hour
  • nothing else except maybe some feeling up because you don’t want the first time you have sex with peter pretty boy parker to be in a car on the side of a road in a town you don’t know the name of
  • peter knows the name of the town because he wants to remember the place he kissed you for the first time 
  • aunt may wins her bet against herself
  • she’s very pleased 
  • peter really loves one direction now and ned teases him for it but oh well he’s gonna love harry styles until he dies ‘cause the man’s song was playing when he got his love to be his and like??? how can he not like them after such an event

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Soooooo Saturday I met Gareth David-Lloyd…this was quite an adventure I have to say and I just felt like I needed to share my experience and the thoughts going through my mind.  

I totally knew this was going to happen.  I’ve been planning this little trip to Huntsville for a couple of months now and was totally ready to shell out an obscene amount of money to meet this guy.  I just so happened one day to be curious enough to see if Gareth was coming close-by anytime soon.  I kind of figured it would be a stretch, but lo and behold, Gareth was coming to Huntsville.  To my dismay, it was a Doctor Who convention and he was arriving as a Torchwood guest and I literally know nothing about these shows.  I probably watched one episode of Doctor Who a long time ago and then tried a Torchwood episode shortly after my decent into Solavellan hell just because…reasons…

I’ve been planning this, worried because of my lack of knowledge of the Whoverse or whatever the hell people call it, unsure of whether this convention was going to be massive or tiny, and just general freaking out over getting to meet Gareth.  With my print in hand, my boyfriend and I went all the way up to his grandparent’s house just for me to meet this one guy at a convention that I knew nothing about.  

Unsure of how long this convention was going to take, I told my boyfriend ahead of time that he should probably be ready to wait a while.  I had never been to this convention before, but all other conventions I had gone to had a lot of waiting involved.  He ended up having one of his friends that were close by drive 30 minutes over to the mall where this hotel was located so that they could play card games.  I walk in the front door, scared as all get out with this universe that I had no idea about.  

I went up to the marked tables and literally had my badge in hand within 2 minutes.  I was the ONLY ONE IN LINE.  I saw people, sure, but there was like no one around.  Granted, I had gotten there at like 11:30, so the con was already like halfway over for the day, but still!  I expected to wait in line for at least a few minutes.  I looked at the clock and saw that I had apparently prepared too much and was now an hour early before Gareth was supposed to be signing stuff.  UGH!!!  I thought, well, I don’t know anything about this fandom other than Daleks, the phone booth, and then that Matt Smith is apparently the best doctor (I have no idea what who this person is but I apparently know his name), but I guess since I have time to spare I may as well go to the Vendor room and Artist Alley.  I went to where the Vendor room was, literally passing maybe 2 or 3 people.  

This was probably the smallest Vendor room I had ever seen.  There were like maybe 10 tables and was filled with maybe like 20-30 people including the people running the booths.  People everywhere asking me to enter this raffle and do this doohicky and I’m just like “haha no thanks” and walked away nervously.  In under 2 minutes, I had already looked at everything.  In another 2 minutes, I had already looked through the Artist Alley.  I still had so much time before meeting Gareth.  I decided that I should at least go over and see if he was around, I could just sit there and be creepy and stare at him for an hour, worst case scenario.  

I went over to the room where the signings were happening and he was already sitting down doing autographs.  I felt my heart jump in my throat and walked over to him.  Once again, there was no line.  I literally became the second person in line immediately.  I paid the lady sitting next to him, already aware that I was spending another $40 just to get him to sign my print and felt my heart start racing.  Then as the people in front of me left, my hands started shaking.  I started to fumble to get the picture out of the protective thing I bought and he said hi to me.  Dude, you guys, I felt my face burn bro.  That accent was to die for.  Literally, I could have just passed out.  I told him that I was actually a huge Dragon Age fan and really appreciated all the work that he had done.  When I showed him the @nipuni print that I had brought for him to sign, he absolutely gushed over it.  He just kept talking about how pretty it was and then quickly signed it for me.  I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, but he was just so nice and then shook my hand.  I told him that I had literally no knowledge of Doctor Who or Torchwood and literally just came to this convention to get his autograph.  He was just so cute and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I’ve gotta do something about vibrating when I get all nervous around people I like.  It’s a sickness and I have no idea what I have to do to get rid of it.  It’s embarrassing and I could just feel myself turning beet red while I was standing in front of him.  It was so bad!!!!

So yeah, that was my ridiculously long and stupid story about what a dork I am and all this trouble that I went through literally just to meet this adorable cutie.  $100 for this like 30 second moment was well spent.

Immediately after this, I started getting sick and am still sick.  Gareth got me sick by being too adorable.  I’ve decided.  Now, I gotta go die somewhere…

Rooftop Night // Jughead Jones Smut (ish)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Requested: Yes and I’m so so sorry that you had to wait for so long, hope you’ll like it xo

Warning: kissing, cursing, makeout session going on also

Word count: 1,345

Plot: You and Jughead are friends. One night when you’re at his place things get heated, but you’re on your period. What will happen?

A/N: You know you can stil´l request me and I promise I’ll write it faster, but I was so busy with graduating and parties with my friends that I just didn’t have time, but now I do. Enjoy x

A song to listen while reading :)

Originally posted by colexlili

I do not own that gif !


I wake up to my phone buzzing. I got a text from Jughead.

Juggie: Please come over, I’m so bored !

I smile at my phone and check the time. It’s 10 minutes past midnight.

Me: My parents won’t let me.. :(

You respond and see him typing.

Juggie: Just don’t tell them, sneak out

Me: You know they’re going to kill me if they find out

Juggie: No they won’t , ‘cause they won’t find out

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heartthrob pt 2 | (M)

Heartthrob (n): One who is considered pleasing to the senses, often resulting in increased respiration, increased circulation to the face, and a noticeable “pounding” in the chest.

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fuckboy!hoseok au, college au.

ahh, finally! this took 5 days omg. shout out to @amazon-bookworm​, my lovely editor :’) also tagging a couple thirsty hoes; @dailydoseofdia​, @lostinbangtan​, @minyooengi​, @jimins-a-twat​, @cutiepiebts​, @jimin-bean​, @war-of-hormoan​, @jiminniemouse​, @onepercenttt​, @we-go-hard-in-the-coffeehouse@pjimns… I think that’s everyone??

part 1 | drabbles

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ziguiriguidum-deactivated201708  asked:

prompt: malec laughing at dumb shit cuz im only the concept guy

“wait no, this is wrong.”

standing there in the soft light on the roof as the last of the sunlight lit up the horizon, magnus was holding a huge sheet of instructions in his hand. he had been buried in it, eyes running over the diagrams when alec’s voice brought him back into focus and he tugged the instructions down to frown over the top of them.

alec was standing near one of the lamps with a hand lost in his hair, scratching the back of his head and staring down at the new patio furniture they were attempting to put together. he looked stumped, stepping over the disassembled pieces so he could crouch down and sift through some of them. and not for the first time, magnus sighed audibly, trying not to roll his eyes.

“alexander, this is why i should have just done it with magic,” he said, pursing his lips. he stepped closer to one of the pillars of the pergola, sighing as he leaned against it and glanced at the instructions again.

“magnus, i told you i want to try it,” alec replied and magnus was pretty sure that’s the same thing he had said the last two times.

magnus fought a smile, shaking his head but it was hard to keep down as alec turned back, holding up a strangely shaped piece of wood and asking if it was the right one. he had that look on his face, that look of intense determination screwing up his features and magnus knew better than to derail that kind of stubbornness. he just fought back laughter and nodded, settling down in one of the still intact chairs so he could try and guide alec as he sifted through the pieces.

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Baby Talks

A/N: this has lots of fluff ;) hope you guys enjoy it!

Requested: @two-ghosts11

word counting: 1,680

Originally posted by dunkirks

Having a baby was undoubtedly stressful, but there was no doubt that Harry and Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. It has been six months since they’ve had Theo, who was as healthy, happy and strong as he could be.

There were times earlier in their relationship that Harry often found himself wondering if one could feel happier and warmer than he felt; wondering if that really was the happiest someone could’ve been — with the love of his life by his side, with amazing and beautiful memories being made each day and with love and joy being the only things that surrounded them in wherever environment they found themselves in —; there was really no doubt to it. He was so certain that there was no way someone could feel happier than that. Until Theo came along, of course.

Since the first time Harry saw their little man, he couldn’t stop looking at him and making silent observations about him; how tiny his hands and feet were, how little hair he had on his head, how flushed were his cheek and the big eyes he had. Harry swore on his life he had never seen anything or anyone as cute. He also never found himself as excited as he was now. He looked forward to see his first steps, to hear his first words, to see him grow up and accompany him through every step of the way.

However, Harry’s job was not one to be described as easy, which could get in their way sometimes. After all, he had just released his solo album and was about to tour the entire world with a baby and a loving wife at home. And it wouldn’t be easy.

With that being said, he never took them for granted, always looking forward every moment spent with them and cherishing every second of it, for they unfortunately don’t last forever. Soon, Harry would have to leave for a couple of weeks for his first leg of the tour and all he wanted to do was spend as much time with his family as possible.

It was winter and it was colder than usual. Theo was cutely wrapped around a blanket with a frog beanie neatly put upon his head and as warm as possible. Y/N had gone out to work today. It was winter break, meaning that she usually stayed in. However, her boss really needed her at the office so she had to go, leaving both Harry and the baby alone with each other. Although Harry would much rather prefer it if she was there with them, he was okay with being with little Theo by himself. After all, it was just one day. Besides, he’d get to spend the whole day with his baby, and who knows? They could bond even more during these next few hours.

Y/N had left with a loving kiss on Harry’s lips and with a smile on her face, telling him she’d be back before he knows it.

Soon after she left, Harry went straight up to Theo’s room to check how he was doing in his little crib. The baby had just been fed and his diapers were just changed so he was okay for now.

As he entered the room, Theo’s eyes immediately lit up and Harry approached him with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“‘Lo, m’little man. How are you today?”, he asked, pinching Theo’s nose, to which he only let out a loud giggle. In response, Harry’s smile increased (if that was even possible at this point).

The baby started to wiggle around his crib and let out a small burb. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at how small and innocent it sounded.

“Oi! You okay there, buddy?”, he rhetorically asked as he picked him up. “I see you like frogs, huh?” he said, mentioning to the beanie Theo had on his head.

“M’gonna take you downstairs with me, yeah? So we can watch some cartoons and cuddle fo’ a bit.”

Harry carefully walked with Theo wrapped around his arms, settling both of them on the couch. However, Harry thought he could do something a little bit more fun and cozy for his baby, and, being the dork and loving man he is, he made a little fortress of pillows on the couch and placed himself and Theo inside of it, careful not to destroy their little shelter.

After they both of them comfortably lying inside of it, Harry turned on the TV and put on the first kids-program he saw on the screen.

“Do you like it, baby?”, he asked, running his hands over his sides, making him giggle loudly. Harry knew that Theo couldn’t understand a word he said, but he still wanted to talk to him, even if that meant he’d have a one-sided conversation. “The big red one is a dog. A huge dog actually, don’t you think? Too big to be true”, he looked at the baby, who was starring intently at his father, liking the way his voice sounded. This only made Harry continue with his talking.

“We can get a dog if you’d like in the future, little man. What do you think, huh?”, Harry complemented nudging his sides. “Just don’t expect it to be as big and as red, alright?”, he said, letting out a small laugh.

He kept on rambling and describing the characters and events happening on screen until Theo suddenly reached his hands out and grabbed Harry’s nose, to which he jokingly hissed.

“Wha’? You like daddy’s nose, huh? You want one just like mine?”, Harry asked, rubbing his nose with little Theo’s. “Don’t worry, pal. You’ll have a cool nose too. Nicer even, yeh know? ‘Cos yours will have bits of your mommy’s nose too. A mixture of both. You know how beautiful she is, yeah?”. By now the baby had just gotten back to starring at his father, making Harry cuddle further into his little body, to which the small one only smiled and sighed in comfort.

“She gave you those eyes,” Harry continued, “they’re as big and as bright as hers. There’s just as much love in them. Have yeh noticed? Mommy loves you very much.”, said as he kissed his small head. “She always makes sure yeh’re warm and happy. She’s a great mommy, isn’t she?”. At the mention of Y/N, Harry only smiles bigger at the thought of how caring and kind she was, specially towards their family.

Theo continued to stare intently at Harry, listening and trying to make sense of the sounds of his daddy’s words.

Moments like these are the ones Harry cherishes the most. He’s always enjoyed simple. He absolutely adored finding contentment and satisfaction in small moments like the one he’s living right now at this moment. Harry believed that life was mostly made of simple and small events like these rather than big and unusual occasions that would probably only happen once or twice in the course of his life. Of course he also enjoyed those moments too, but he wouldn’t switch or change the small ones for anything in the world. He never took them for granted and always made sure he enjoyed them at their fullest. After all, how could he not? He’s the happiest a human being could ever be, he believed. He had the love of his life by his side, a loving, beautiful boy and he loved his job.

As soon as Theo let out a yawn, Harry was immediately brought bad from his trance of thought and lightly placed kissed on the little one’s forehead. “I’m tired too, buddy. Let’s take a nap, yeah? That way we’ll be well rested for when mommy comes home.”, closing his eyes he let out a small “i love you”, which came out more as a murmur, yet he still meant every word and letter in his phrase.

Soon, both of them started to drift off to sleep and entered a tranquil and resting slumber; both warm and happy with each other’s company.

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After what felt like minutes, or hours — he couldn’t tell —, Harry woke up to a bright light flashing upon his face. Theo followed soon after him, whining a bit. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he saw his beautiful Y/N standing in front of them, with a huge smile on her face and a polaroid camera on one of her hands and the picture being slowly revealed on the other.

“Hi, baby”, she said, leaning in for a kiss. Harry kissed her back immediately, following with a tight hug.

“Missed you today, love.” He remarked, to which she only replied with words of reciprocity. “What were you doing just now?”, he teased as he nodded to the camera on her hands, knowing really well what she was just doing. After all, it was as clear as day.

“Nothing. Just taking a picture of my two angels cuddling under this well built-up fortress,” she laughed. “This really is such a sight to see, H. Couldn’t have this moment finish without taking a picture first.”

“Glad you took it, love. Theo and I had a very nice day today, didn’t we?”, Harry said, kindly nudging his son’s side. “We slept for the most part of it, I guess, but we talked- I mean, I talked,” he chuckled with a smile, the memories of their simple yet really nice day flashing through his mind, “It was really cute. He’s adorable.”, Harry finished. “What about you, love? How was your day?”, he pulled Y/N into the fortress with them, which she gladly complied to.

“My day was okay. Just work stuff. Definitely not as fun as yours”, she let out a laugh and smiled lovingly at Harry, who was looking at her with all the attention in the world. “Kind of tired right now,” she sighed. Harry kissed her temples and hugged her tighter to his body.

“Let’s just sleep it off, then. Shall we?”.

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“PHOTGRAPHS AND MIXTAPES.”

Request ⇾ Hi, can I request a Jonathan Byers x reader imagine about Jonathan being in a relationship with the reader for a few months and he takes her to his house for dinner and to meet Joyce and will for the first time and later they both tell Jonathan that they love her, and Jonathan takes her to his room after dinner to show her his mix tapes and pictures and he’s being really sweet to her?

Warnings ⇾ none at all, pure fluff!

A/N ⇾ struggled w a title on this one so I’m sorry if it’s awful!

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5:58

5.59

6.00

It was finally time for Y/N to come around and Jonathan was ecstatic. It was the first time she was meeting both Will and his Mum and he wanted nothing more than both of their approvals. He’d been dating Y/N for around three months so of course they had run into Will at school or Joyce at the supermarket but those were only brief encounters. Today was the day they were really meeting Y/N.

After hearing a loud ringing noise Jonathan, almost, sprinted to the door in an attempt to be there before anyone else. He swung the door open, almost too enthusiastically, and greeted the girl with a bright grin. She beamed right back at him.

“Hey!” She said giving him a brief hug.

“Hey!” He paused for a second, his mind going blank. “Oh yeah! Come on in!” Mentally slapping himself in the face, he ushered her in and closed the door behind her.

“Mom! Y/N is here!”

Joyce came bounding around the corner, super excited to meet the girl Jonathan would not stop talking about.

“Oh my god! You’re even more beautiful than Jonathan described! I’m Joyce! It’s so good to finally meet you!” She said rushing up to Y/N and enclosing her in a tight hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you too, Mrs Byers.” Y/N replied as she returned the hug.

“Oh no, please call me Joyce.”

Y/N nodded in response and the three went to join Will at the dinner table.

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After finishing dinner, Jonathan invited Y/N into his room so he could show him some of his mix tapes.

“That sounds great! Can I just pop to the toilet first?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, yeah! Of course, it’s the third door to your left.”

As Y/N rose and walked down the hall, Joyce turned around to check if she was in eyesight. After hearing the bathroom door click open and click shut, she turned back around with bright eyes and an excited grin.

“She is lovely! She’s so sweet and seems so nice! What do you think, Will?” Joyce, all but, screamed out.

“Yeah, she’s really cool, Jonathan.” Will commented, agreeing with his mother.

At this, Jonathan went particularly red to the face. He really liked Y/N and wanted it to last so badly. He was starting to think he loved her and just hoped she felt the same way.

As Joyce continued saying nice things about Y/N, Jonathan stood up and began walking towards his room to meet Y/N there. He stopped at the start of the corridor, realising his mother had followed him to continue talking about how much she loved his girlfriend.

He quickly hushed her, “Mom! She’ll hear!”

Joyce muttered a quick ‘sorry!’ And saw Y/N leave the bathroom.

Jonathan smiled at her and pointed to his room, “That one’s mine, I’ll be in in just a minute.”

Y/N entered and Jonathan turned back to his mother who sent a huge smile and a pair of thumbs up to him. A sign of good luck, he shook his head and smiled at his mother. He was never going to live this down.

After walking to his room and shutting the door, he noticed Y/N looking at his camera and all of his pictures next to it.

After noticing he was looking at her, she glanced up and smiled, “These are seriously so good! You’re so talented!”

He blushed at her compliment and carefully took the camera out of her hands, “I can take one of you, if you like?”

“Really? Oh, sure!”

She was laughing as he took the picture and he thought she looked amazing. He was glad he got to capture such a pretty and happy moment on camera.

“So, I can show you those mixtapes if you’d like?” He asked.

“Oh, god, yes! You said you had one with The Smiths and Joy Division on? Could we listen to that one? I love them!”

He nodded and went and flicked through his tape collection, before pulling the exact one she was talking about. Y/N sat herself on the edge of his bed and watched as he inserted the tape into his stereo.

She patted the bed and he joined her within a second. The two interlaced hands and sat their listening to the wise words of Morrissey as they relished in their happiness and content.

[translations] 2017.08.18 NCT DREAM We Young fan sign at Gangnam

1. Seating arrangement: Mark Renjun Jeno Jisung Chenle Haechan

2. Haechan’s favorite line in We Young album is “우리 다시 만나자 (let’s meet again)” [ncthugi]

3. OP asked Jeno how tall does he wish to be. Jeno said,”179!” OP asked why not over 180cm? Jeno said because he’s afraid he won’t be as cool when he dances (if he’s too tall) and it’s tiring. [ncthugi]

4. OP asked Haechan if he was an animal, which animal would he be? OP expected a bear but he drew a lion instead. [6083204681]

5. Renjun said when he initially had braces, it was painful but now he’s used to it. OP asked if there’s anyone in NCT he wants to form a unit with, minus the members from NCT DREAM.
Renjun: I want to do with everyone, but I think it would be interesting to be with Winwin hyung. [lOvE_yA__14]

6. The day before they had 10 shares of seafood kal-guksu. It’s been a long time since Jisung got to wash the dishes (he lost in Rock Scissors Paper) Haechan cheated and got the rest of the members to show the same sign [byyourside_mk]

7. OP asked Chenle if there’s any Korean words that he likes, he said YES! And wrote “ㅋㅋ (kk)” [plzfixdream]

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BTS Reaction to You Suggesting a 3some with Another Member

Request: Hey hey, could I please get a bts reaction to you suggesting a threesome with another member?? (All consensual) ☺️☺️☺️

Namjoon

When you suggested a threesome between you, him, and Seokjin, he gave you a pondering look before agreeing jokingly, causing Jin to yell out profanities in disgust.

Yoongi

Yoongi looked rather indifferent at your sudden explicit request. You couldn’t tell whether he was silently judging you or not when you asked him if he’d be chill with having a threesome including Jimin. “So.. Yoongs? Whadaya say?”

“..Maybe. As long as nothing of his is going in my mouth.”

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Auston Matthews - Fourth Of July

anon request: Hey can you do a bunch of cute Auston Matthews imagines? I’m so sad about their loss but so extraordinarily proud of them and how they’ve played this season especially in this series! Some Auston imagines would be much appreciated right now!

i liked this one alot although i dont know much about austons family i made much of it up other than his parents and my spanish is all google translate since im canadian i learn french:))

requests are open:))

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

“aus stop” i grinned at hit as he kept trying to throw me over his shoulder. today we were on vacation in arizona visiting austons family. since i was canadian it wasn’t like i was missing anything this week. as of right now we were in austons huge backyard waiting for all of his family to arrive for the party.

it was about half hour till people began arriving. i was in the kitchen helping ema bring out some finger foods. “so how’s auston been?” she asked breaking the silence. “he’s been good,was stressed during the off season” i laughed awkwardly although she nodded agreeing with me.

“tia!” was yelled from across the room. all i could see was the blonde hair of a litte girl running through. “hola bonita niña” (hi pretty girl) ema spoke in spanish to the little girl, she just smiled in response. “do you want anything to eat kayla?” ema asked and she nodded. ema brought kayla outside to the backyard for some food, i stayed in the kitchen to cut up some more vegetables since someone brought in an empty tray.

“i always thought a girl who knew her way around the kitchen was hot” i heard the deep voice that sounded all too familiar from behind me. i turned around and saw auston standing there with open arms. “where have you been?” he asked after i accepted his embrace. i took a look at the clock and saw i’ve been in here for forty five minutes.

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anonymous asked:

shinee has a movie marathon ^^ shinee goes to the beach/pool or both :)

i’ll have to get back to the movie marathon one! here’s shinee goes to the beach for you anon! :)

onew:

  • wears a straw hat that makes him look like luffy from one piece
  • sipping on piña coladas
  • sunburned af bc he fell asleep  in the sun for like 2 hours and now he has a very weird sunglasses tan (key: tragic. minho: *high pitched hysterical laughter in the background*)
  • buys a lot of beach merch like those caps and shirts and cups they sell with the beach name
  • ventured down into the water to wade, immediately knocked over by a wave
  • is digging a really deep hole with his hands

jonghyun:

  • brought giant speakers for his funky tunes it is not sandproof which is why it’s in a ziplock freezer bag 
  • runs away from key when he tried to put sunscreen on him
  • cannot order a sex on the beach without giggling (minho, onew, jonghyun: sex! sex! sex! on the beach!!)
  • unironically owns a towel with a giant picture of his own face on it (it says JONGHYUN in huge letters on the back, it is truly truly obnoxious) on which he rolls around reading a book
  • brought chunks of watermelon to eat
  • tried to save a child who was not actually drowning
  • still v embarrassed never bring that up ever

key:

  • big floppy hat and sunglasses are a given (tae: you look like a satellite / key: bc i’m out of this world bich) 
  • lots o sunscreen
  • boardwalk food!!!!!! fries and ketchup are the best by the sea
  • secretly tries to throw popcorn into jonghyun’s mouth bc he opens it while he sleeps, it’s 10 points for every shot he makes in (”yes 20 points!!”)
  • takes a hotdogs or legs pic 
  • is a shell hoarder (srsly key we can’t keep bringing two bags of shells you never do anything with) 

minho:

  • his shirt says suns out guns out but he thows it off the second he sees the water
  • lowkey flexing the whole time
  • lectures everyone about riptides before he lets anyone go swim 
  • the lifeguard blew the whistle at him twice bc he tried to dunk key so hard he almost drowned & bc he sat on jonghyun’s chest and started to bury his head
  • lost 48 dollars to a claw machine
  • no one will play beach volleyball with him bc they know how he gets and onew can only handle so many concussions 

taemin:

  • “hey!!!!!!!!! look at this sandcastle i made” / shinee: we’re so proud of our son
  • brought an inner tube shaped like a flamingo to float on
  • minho had to swim after him a few times so that he doesn’t get lost at sea bc he’s just drifting out there….. aimlessly… with no regards to his whereabouts 
  • also has a water gun with him that he uses to spray minho’s head as he tries to haul his ass back to shore  
  • wants to rent a jetski, settles for dip n dots

anonymous asked:

AU where Will is a famous rockstar and Nico is obsessed with him. They meet backstage on his concert

  • Will took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the meet and greet before his show. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to mentally prepare for the teenage fan girls that somehow are allowed to come to his concert. 
  • He went to the room where the camera was set up along with some sharpies he would use to sign things. Secretly, he was hoping to get a couple of guys in his meet and greet line today.
  • The line seemed to go on forever. There were a lot of teenage girls, probably thinking that he would date them when they get older. The joke’s on them though. He hasn’t come out to the media yet. His manager thinks that if he came out, his music wouldn’t attract his target audience. That was complete bull shit because music was for everyone, not just the target audience his manager wanted.
  • As he got to the last few people, he noticed a guy about his age at the back of the line. He had dark hair and kind of pale but super cute. 
  • The flash of the camera blinded him for a moment before he looked at the guy, the last person in his line. It was kind of refreshing to have a guy in his meet and greet line. 
  • “Hello.” Will smiled as the guy walked over to him, slightly shaking. “What’s your name?”
  • “N-Nico.” He replied. “Will, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
  • Will smiled a bit. “It’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially a male fan. It makes me feel like I’m not just a teenage girl rock star.”
  • Nico looked at him a bit shocked. “But your lyrics and music are so moving and raw. Your music isn’t teeny booper material. It’s real experiences that I can relate to. I know that they probably say that to you too but I know those experiences you go through isn’t as general as they think they are.” 
  • “You’re right.” Will smiled. “All the songs are from real experiences or feelings I have.”
  • “My favorite is Apollo’s Song.” Nico said. “The song is about finding your identity and being comfortable with who you are.”
  • “Yes!” Will said. “It took me forever to convince the label to put the song on the album.”
  • “Why? It’s an amazing song! And-”
  • “And they didn’t want me to have a song on my album that can reveal my sexual identity.” Will whispered. “The whole song was about me figuring out my sexual identity.”
  • Nico stared at him. “Are you kidding? There needs to be more songs about that, especially if you’re trying to attract that age group.” 
  • “I know.” Will smiled. 
  • Nico smiled back. “Um, can I get a picture and an autograph?” 
  • “Oh! Yes! Of course!” Will replied, taking the CD Nico brought and signed it. He also left a note on the inside of his CD case.
  • They took a picture together and Nico shook Will’s hand. 
  • “Thank you. And I’m really embarrassed to say this, but I am a huge fan for your music. I also appreciate the picture, autograph, and talk.”
  • “Make sure you look at the CD thoroughly before you leave the concert tonight.” Will told him. “And enjoy the show, Nico.”
  • “Thank you.” Nico blushed before leaving. He opened the CD case and saw Will left a note for him to wait for him after the concert. His heart fluttered a bit as he headed to his seat.

anonymous asked:

HC with dating Warren Worthington iii and or Alex Summers if you haven't already done them thank you<3 you're amazing

Originally posted by obscure-imagines

So this boi,

  • Just saying, his favorite date is picnics.
  • He gets to eat and spend time with you in the great outdoors.
  • And it’s such a laidback date he loves it.
  • He is a huge fan of you stroking his wings.
  • He loves to cuddle you in his wings to, even though they are metal he knows its dangerous but in a way it could protect you both. 
  • He loves to hold you hand, really it just makes him feel like you won’t ever leave him.
  • Sometimes before he sleeps he imagines a future with you, but doesn’t dare to dream about it too much.
  • He loves watching you sleep.
  • Warren is also the type of boyfriend who has pictures of you saved on his phone and endless videos of you that he takes in secret so he has plenty of material to look at when he misses you.
  • He misses you often.
  • Also if he were to have social media, it’s just pictures of you. 
  • But he doesn’t tag you, on the photo he would tag you as “My girlfriend, piss off.”
  • He still loves playing the bad boy role.
  • You think it’s cute.
  • Honestly, he is W H I P P E D
  • Boi will do anything and everything you ask.
  • Even if he’s iffy about it, when he sees your puppy dog eyes he’s down on his knees.
  • He loves you dearly.
  • He also loves to kiss your hand and your forehead.
  • He finds it gentlemanly. 
  • He also loves to call you his angel because to him you were sent from heaven, a true blessing.


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part 2 of sheith headcanons becuase i love them [part 1]:

  • “shiro loves you baby”
    • keith lov the pet-name game
    • shiro accidentally let it slip one time & keith was like mumbles,,,,,,,actually,,, keep it pls
    • shiro grinned sO big and keith was like STOP STOP NM DROP IT
    • but shiro was like “too late baby” & keith tried to tackle him but shiro just held him at arm’s length like a kitten
    • shiro accidentally saying it over the lion’s interface and allura is like ????? keith is a grown adult, shiro
    • pidge rolls her eyes & hunk coughs a little but lance didn’t hear it and he’s like “what??? what’d i miss guys???”
    • shiro whispering @ dinner that night: baby pass me another napkin
    • lance, all the way across the table, somehow hearing this: I DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR THAT
    • pidge: jesus lance calm down it’s not like keith calls shiro daddy
    • keith: immediately turns red
    • shiro: sets down silverware
    • lance: OH COME ON
  • keith & shiro on crying/fights/emotions (oh god here we go):
    • they never threaten to break up with each other even in fights bc they know they’d both start crying (also it’d be a lie)
    • (also keith is an angry crier & shiro is a happy crier)
    • keith can feel left out (mostly bc he distances himself & shiro has to pull him back in sometimes)
    • shiro has some behind-the-scenes breakdowns about leading/nightmares/worries
    • keith keeps quiet to let shiro get it out, then comforts him very slowly (shiro doesn’t like to be touched when he’s emotional)
    • (keith needs to be touched when he’s emotional but only if it’s shiro)
    • keith going on a wild streak and not listening to any team orders one day in battle
    • shiro having to talk him down, telling him to be a good future leader, but keith obviously doesn’t want to hear that
    • they can’t sleep while fighting so they end up pulling all-night talks in one of their beds to sort it out
    • in the morning keith and shiro aren’t at breakfast and everyone knows they’re going through another honeymoon stage and should be left alone
  • another garrison round:
    • shiro hearing thuds while in the bathroom & he goes into his room to see keith wearing his too-big boots and stomping around
    • keith: i’m bored
    • shiro (still with half a face of shaving cream): scoops keith up and hugs him until keith has shaving cream in his hair
    • keith: great now i have to use your shower & towel
    • shiro: *repressed grin* all according to keikaku
    • they both stay up all night texting & regret it in class the next morning (except not really) (at breakfast shiro lets keith share his coffee that they only give to officers)
    • (keith lov sipping out shiro’s stained mug even tho he actually hates coffee) (///keith gotta hold the cup with both hands)
    • keith doesn’t really get memes so shiro just sends him pictures he’d like or dumb selfies
    • keith won’t take selfies unless shiro begs to take one with him (this has only happened twice & one is his lockscreen and the other is his background)
    • shiro grinning huge and waving to keith without thinking about it in the halls & keith blushing bc everyone is staring
    • sometimes they sneak away to eat lunch in shiro’s tiny office (keith loves these days bc shiro always has sweedish fish in his desk)
    • SAD WARNING: after the kerberos mission failure was announced keith went missing for 2 whole days only to be found sleeping in shiro’s office (the guards had to physically remove him)

criticaldrive  asked:

Valentine's Day is coming, what would the chocobros do for their S/O? :D

I had to get this typed up today! Happy valentines guys! (If you’ve read this you’re now my valentine, no take backs! Muhahaha, ily!) ❤ Anyway, read on and spend your valentines with your favourite chocobro! (Or if you’re like me, all of them…)

Noctis:

- Hey shall we go check out that dungeon for valentines? Just kidding. Kinda.
- Noctis would give you your card and you’d give him his, but before you can open yours he’d make an excuse to leave the room.
- Little do you know he literally just lingers outside of the door, out of view.
- Anyway, you open your card waiting for him to get back, but something falls out of it.
- A slip of paper lands in your lap, but you pick it up to see it’s a poem.
- Handwritten. In Noctis’ loopy scrawl.
- He’s written you a poem.
- And what’s more, it’s really good.
- About how you met, how much he cares about you, the way he adores how you look and just how you are.
- It’s all sappy and mushy and it’s just everything he wishes he could say to your face without it sounding muddled and a hell of a lot less eloquent.
- And then from the corner of your eye you spot the little bin he has in his room, filled to the brim with crumpled up paper that was extremely similar to yours.
- How long had he spent on it? Getting frustrated and no doubt worked up into an angry defiant ball as he so usually did. But he persevered because he just so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt but he sucks at speaking face to face about that kind of stuff.
- You’re emotional just thinking about how much work he had to have put into this one slip of paper.
- “Shit, are you crying?”
- His voice startles you, and you look up to see him walking over to you hurriedly.
- “I’m sorry if it’s not great, I tried.”
- “No silly, it’s… it’s wonderful, thank you.”
- “Oh… oh well, I’m glad you like it.”
- He’d go into bashful mode at your gratitude, which is why he left the room in the first place because he didn’t want to be all awkward for you.
- But his pulse is racing and his heart is singing because holy shit they like it.
- And all those hours he put in didn’t matter, because he’s just happy to know that you know how he really feels, and that you’re happy.

Prompto:

- You’d go over to see Prompto in the morning, but find he doesn’t seem to actually be in his house. He doesn’t answer when you call him. Instead, you find a picture taped to his bedroom door.
- It’s a picture of… the kitchen?
- You head on over to the kitchen holding the photograph, and look exactly where he took the picture to see another photo with a heart shaped chocolate next to it.
- This is a scavenger hunt!
- This picture shows the sofa in the living room area, so you hurry on over to it.
- Just as expected, there’s another photo and yet another heart shaped chocolate.
- So cute.
- This time this was a photo of the table behind you, but in the corner there were words written in the hand you recognised so well.
- ‘Getting warmer!’
- You turn to the table to see yet another photograph and of course, a heart shaped chocolate to accompany it.
- Lifting the photo you recognise that it’s a picture of Prompto’s bedroom. There is more writing on the photo in the same scrawl.
- ‘Nearly there now!’
- You rush to the bedroom, wondering what you might find, and open the door.
- There, right in the middle of the bed is your adorable boyfriend, looking really pleased with himself.
- On his lap is a huge teddy bear – so cliché but so adorable.
- “You found me!” He’s so excited, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
- “I did!” You’d go to join him on the bed, and he hands over the teddy bear to you.
- “Happy valentines! Oh and I also got you this…” His voice trails off a little at the end and you can tell he is suddenly nervous.
- He hands you something in a small brown paper bag. Curious, you slide the object out of the bad and into your palm.
- It’s an adorable photo of the two of you, looking incredibly happy together. The photo itself is in a silver frame, decorated with cutesy hearts.
- “I… I hope it’s alright. It’s my favourite photo.” He’s fiddling with the bed covers, barely able to keep contact cause damn it he’s just so nervous.
- Your heart could burst, this boy is the cutest!
- He beams as you tell him you love it.
- Best valentines ever.

Gladiolus:

- Gladio would act like normal for the morning.
- He’d give you a card of course, but say he has nothing planned.
- You’d be a bit disappointed, but what can you do?
- He’d even go off to do his usual workout routine. Maybe valentines just wasn’t his thing?
- So you’d go on about your day as normal, until the night fell.
- Suddenly Gladio’s face has lit up, he’s all smiles as he asks you to come outside with him.
- “Wha- but it’s night time?”
- “Come on!” He’d urge so you’d get up to follow him.
- Outside there are… candles? There’s a large candle every so often in the road, and you can see the trail lead off into the distance with a soft glow. You look back at Gladio in bewilderment.
- “You didn’t think I’d forget did you?” He is grinning, folding his arms and looking rather pleased with himself.
- “You did all that?” You gesture incredulously.
- “Well, I only set them out earlier, I enlisted the help of three friends to light them all.” He remembered how much complaining Noctis had done. It’s okay, my lover is worth it.
- Gladio took your hand and you set off walking under the blanket of the night sky, walking past one of the candles every now and then.
- “Here, I also got you this.”
- “Oh, what is it – Gladio.”
- He’s handed you a small survival tool kit.
- “It pays to be prepared. And it will put my mind at ease.” He insisted.
- You roll your eyes at him but you have to stifle a giggle. Typical Gladio.
- Finally you get to the end of the candle lit path, where a lovely bunch of roses are waiting for you.
- Gladio would wrap his warm jacket around you suddenly, taking you into his big strong arms.
- “Did I fool you then?”
- “You certainly did.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
- He pulls away with that cheeky smirk in place, a glint in his eye.
- “What…?” You ask wearily.
- “I always wondered what it would be like to go… al fresco.”
- “Gladio!”
- His laugh is infectious and soon you join in.
- But hey, if you’re down with the idea he definitely is.

Ignis:

- This guy will play to his strength and cook you the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since you eat his cooking a lot.
- He’d have it all ready for you by the time you arrive, the table beautifully set and – of course – candle lit.
- He’d spoil you rotten the entire day as well, massages, food and drink, you name it.
- He’d also really love the gift you got him, and chuckle at the very soppy card (which by the way, he’d never get rid of).
- When he hands you his card, you realise he has hand made it. It’s lovely and elegant and so Iggy, but so you at the same time.
- When you finish the meal, he’d come round to your side and offer you his hand to dance with him.
- Even if you protest that you suck, he’ll let you stand on his toes and he’d guide you.
- All he wants is to be close and intimate with you damn it.
- He’d press you against him as you danced, needing to feel you close.
- He’s also really good.
- It would be slow and sensual, you’d be hyper aware of the way his fingertips drifted over your arms, rested at the small of your back, trailed over your jawline with feather light touches…
- “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this at all… but you are truly beautiful.”
- “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You’d tease him, to which he’d smile fondly.
- “It never hurts just to be sure.”
- Near the end of the song he’d dip you down in a classic move so smooth with his hands steadying you, your thigh round his hip.
- And he’d give you a little smirk before bending down to kiss you hard.
- When you’re finally up right, you’re giving him such bedroom eyes it unreal.
- You know he understands as his smirk turns into a full blown grin.
- “Shall we?” And with that he’d lead you to the bedroom.

Cancer Crew foursome

Hey guys, so I’m gonna be writing a smut, yes a smut. I got inspiration from this picture my friend sent me over twitter. So let’s get fucking into this guys!

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   Today was finally my birthday, I was finally turning 18! Max, my good friend since I was in third grade and he was in fifth, he decided to celebrate with me with his friends in the U.S. Flying from Australia to America was long and nerve wracking but worth it! His friends are super funny, sweet, not to mention sexy. I mean, Max was most definitely sexy, I’ve had a crush on that boy since I don’t know like 8th grade! But he’s always been older and had a girlfriend, so I could never have him.

     I was always the first one awake in Max’s friends Joji’s house, almost always. I’m an early bird, so I was just sitting on the couch watching cartoons and waiting for the others to wake up. I was looking forward to it, Max always made a big deal out of my birthday, he would throw huge parties, give me extravagant presents and make me feel like some sort of princess. But this year I’m turning 18 so he might make a bigger deal out of it, I was excited needless to say. 

   I was flipping through the cartoons, trying to find a decent one, I wasn’t used to the American cartoons. I was getting bored, the boys were still asleep, They sleep all day I swear.  ‘Are they ever gonna wake up?’ I thought to myself. 

    I then suddenly heard loud thumping coming from across the house, I smiled to myself, They’re awake now. 

“Where’s my birthday girl?” I heard Max’s voice yell from across the house, I giggled and stood up, Max walked into the living room, shirtless with his messy hair. He smiled and pulled me into his arms embracing me in a bone crushing hug, his cologne still faint on his skin, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment being in his arms. 

  “Happy birthday you beautiful bitch,” Max said putting me down, Joji walked in with Ian, both shirtless in their boxers, Joji holding boxes wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. I smiled.

“The cancer crew took it amongst themselves to make this a good birthday so we got you a few things,” Ian said handing me a smaller box, it had a bit of weight to it, I grinned and hugged him tightly.

“Aww, you guys really didn’t have to get me stuff, thank you guys so much!” I said giving hugs to the three of them, they stared me down as I sat back down on the couch with the present in my lap, I looked back up at them and back at the present and started to tear the wrapping paper.

“Oh, by the way, that ones from me,” Max said proudly, I laughed and discarded the wrapping paper. I picked up the box and gasped.

“I know how much you love taking pictures, so I got you this cool camera,” I gasped looking down at the vintage Polaroid camera in my lap, a huge smile crept onto my face, I leaped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Oh my god, thank you so much, Max! I love it so much!” I squealed as Max put me down, I picked the box up again and admired the beautiful camera.

“These ones are from me, Happy birthday,” Joji said sweetly handing me a box,

“Aw thank you Joji, You really didn’t have to get me anything!” I said tearing the wrapping paper apart, my eyes widened as I saw the box, It was a whole box full of polaroid film, I gasped and leaped up to hug Joji.

“Max told me how much you loved photography, so I got you a shit ton of film.” He pointed to about three boxes of more film, I squealed and kissed his cheek. Ian chuckled and handed me his box.

“I figured since you’re turning 18 I’d get you some condoms. You’re a pretty girl and you’ll never know when you’ll need em’,” I let out a loud laugh and my face turned a bright shade of red. 

“Oh my god, Ian!” I said in between laughs, the boys laughed with me.

“I’m gonna go make some breakfast, any requests? (Y/N)?” Joji said walking to the kitchen, Ian sat on the recliner, Max sat next to me wrapping an arm around me making me blush.

“Uh, Pancakes please!” I said sweetly, Max pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

“What do you want to do today?” He asked, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest.

“Nothing really, I enjoy watching you guys film, so if you have to film I’ll watch.” Max smiled and looked at Ian.

“Yeah, we need to film a video for frank’s channel, so if you’re really ok with that, then sure.” I smiled and watched the cartoons again. 

-some time later-

I was watching the boys film, laughing my ass off. The boys kept on glancing at me every once in a while, I just brushed it off. I was taking pictures with my new camera of the boys, smiling widely the whole time. 

   I was looking through my photos when Max came and sat down next to me, covered in food, syrup, and alcohol. I stuck up my nose at the stench and smiled at him.

“can I look?” He asked, I nodded and sorted through the photos I had taken that day.

“Wait, I have an idea for a picture!” Max said winking, he stood up and walked to the boys and whispered something in their ears. 

“Ok, we’re gonna be right back and go get changed.” I raised my eyebrows and looked at fat cunt, he only smirked, I smiled at him and continued to look through the photos. I smiled as I looked at their bodies, they looked so cute, hard to deny you had a crush on all three of them. As if you didn’t make it obvious enough.

“Ok, (Y/N), ready?” I heard Max call from the back of the house, I shouted back ‘Yes’, grabbed my camera, and walked to the back of the house. I took some photos of my feet in the grass and other things before I finally got over there.

“Take this picture so you can have it when you’re back in Aussie and I’m away,” Max said, I looked up and my eyes widened.

“W-What the fuck?” I said covering my eyes to see that they were all butt naked, only their hands covering their dicks. I could feel myself blushing madly, I couldn’t look, what the hell…

“Just take the picture,” Joji said in a teasing tone, “It’s cold, hurry please,” Ian said shivering. I gulped and picked the camera up, I pointed it to them and looked through the lens and snapped the photo, the camera whirring to life instantly printing out a photo. Max laughed and they started walking back inside. What the hell was that about?

    I took the picture back to my pile, grabbed them and made my way back to the sliding glass door, I hesitated before opening it, is this why Ian gave me the condoms? Were they planning something? 

   I shook it off and opened the door, I set my camera down on the couch and started making my way to the spare bedroom where I was sleeping, so I could put the photos in a safe place. 

‘What was that naked photo about though?’ was the only thought in my mind. I was about to turn the corner when Max popped out of nowhere and attacked my lips, I jumped and the photos dropped from my hands.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Max started, the then started attacking my lips again, I then melted into the kiss and put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Wow Max, you’re not gonna share?” Joji said suddenly behind me, I gasped as I felt his hands exploring me body, I moaned rolled my head back as Max started to rub his hands over my slit. Joji started kissing my neck, I could feel my knees start to go weak,

“Don’t I get some?” Ian said, I opened my eyes and bit my lip.

“If you want it come and get it,” I said winking, Max then stopped, i felt joji step back.

“We’re taking this to the bedroom,” Max said deeply, his eyes dark with lust, He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, Joji, and Ian following behind us, Max kicked open his bedroom door and laid me down on the bed, I looked up at the three boys in front of me and I was instantly soaked, this was actually happening.

“I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been waiting for this moment so long (Y/N),” I bit my lip and watched as Max hovered over me. 

“How do you want it, babe?” He asked darkly, Ian and Joji started exploring my body, rubbing their hands all over me, I blushed and bit my lip to hold in a moan.

“Give it to my rough, Max,” I said letting out a shaky moan, Max Chuckled and kissed my neck, he started taking off my shirt, Ian and Joji working on my pants, I bucked my hips up helping them, Max ripped my shirt off and tossed it into the pile of clothes, Max pulled out a condom from the waistband of his boxers and ripped the wrapper open with his teeth.

“You’re gonna be a good girl right?” Joji asked sitting me up, whispering in my ear,

“Y-Yes, I’ll be good,” I said feeling completely vulnerable in his arms, I could feel Joji’s hard cock on my back, I opened my eyes as I saw Ian on his knees beside me, his cock making a tent in his boxers I moaned at the sight. He took his boxers off, his erection springing free, I moaned.

“Suck,” He demanded, I took him in my mouth, I swirled my head around the tip moaning loudly as Max entered me, Joji following him. They waited a minute before thrusting different speeds at different times, needless to say, it hurt like hell for my first time, but it felt so damn good. 

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight,” Max moaned, he started to play with my tits as Joji peppered my neck with kisses, I couldn’t help but moan loudly, sending vibrations down Ian’s cock making him moan louder.

“F-Fuck, I-I’m so c-close,” Ian moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth, I sucked harder as Joji and Max’s thrusts became shorter and sloppier. I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach, signaling I was close, I moaned loudly, sending Ian over the edge, cumming in my mouth, He moaned breathlessly and fell back on the bed, I swallowed all his juices and leaned back on Joji who was breathing heavily. 

“I-I’m gonna c-cum!” Max moaned out, releasing into the condom, He pulled out and laid down, Joji wasn’t finished yet, He pulled out of my ass and laid down.

“Ride me,” He demanded, I  nodded and slid down on his cock, bouncing up and down, moaning louder each time, He dug his fingers into my hips, I could feel the fire in my stomach getting stronger as I finally released and clenched around him, moaning loudly.

“J-Joji!!” I screamed his name, arching my back, but he still wasn’t done, a few more thrusts and he was screaming my name, he released into the condom.

“F-Fuck, that was hot…” Max said pulling me close to him, Joji laid down next to me, Ian laying behind Max.

“T-That was a-amazing,” I said breathless, they all chuckled, Joji kissed my hickeys, soothing them, Max kissed my lips once more.

“Happy birthday baby girl,” Max said kissing my head before the four of us fell into a deep sleep. 

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That took me about two hours to write so yeah, there you go.

Snog Me Senseless 2

A/N:  Snog Me Senseless was supposed to be a one shot, but then I got more requests for a part 2.  So I combined SMS part 2 with this request.  I can picture parts 3 and 4 already, but only if people really want them.  Let me know what you think please!  I’m not going to mark this as NSFW, but it is sweetly smutty in its own way.  

As always, a HUGE thank you to my betas, @little-black-dress-24,  @niallandharrymakemestrong and @emulateharry.  I consider myself blessed every day to have landed in this supportive community of writers. Next time for sure, @melissas173!!!

You sigh as Harry’s lips gently part yours, and your hands reach to wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth closer to yours as you slide your tongue along his. He’s wrapped his left arm around your waist, and he’s leaning into you, using his slight height advantage to bend your head back as he deepens the kiss. Your emotions are swirling.  

It had only been a week since the frat party where you first learned to snog, and you had been practicing every day since with Harry.  Whereas his tongue had felt foreign inside your mouth the first time, you now relished the times when he kissed you like this, breathing through your respective noses to prolong the amount of time you could stay attached to each other.  It was nearly lunchtime, and Harry’s stomach was growling.  You hear the rumble and giggle a bit as you manage to move the gum he’s been chewing into your mouth as you end the kiss.  

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Red Lipstick and Leather Jackets

I haven’t had the chance to read it over so I apologise for any mistakes!

In the middle of the room, there’s a desk ringing around in a circle. It’s made of marble and shaking vines of grey stone runs through the beige. The lights dangle from the high ceiling and they cast a yellow glow over every inch of the room.

People are standing around, leaning against tables, sitting on chairs. They hand over cheques and withdraw money, their hearts beating at a regular pace, much to Justin’s disappointment.

He can see Y/N standing just outside the double doors. Her hands are drumming against the side of her thigh while she looks from left to right. He can see she has her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her body and he knows it’s because her weapon is being held within.

Justin let’s his eyes linger on her for a few seconds longer than he should. As though she can feel his blazing eyes burning into her back, Y/N turns and glances in through the doors. She can see him watching her and she sends him a wink, followed by her blood-red lipstick sending him a kiss. He grins evilly with both lust and adoration for his girlfriend-stroke-sidekick and winks back in her direction, hoping no one catches on to dishonest scheme the man and woman in the matching leather jackets are preparing for.

In the small pocket of his jacket, the 44 Magnum gun sits quietly, it’s cool exterior burning his hand. The pad of his thumb tapped the side of it continuously as he awaited the perfect victim.

A well-built man walks by and Justin is far too experienced to know it would be a mistake to attack someone of that size, so he shifts his gaze away and manages to clock a man who seems to be trembling as he walks. Draped in a fancy suit with spectacles on the bridge of his crooked nose, the hair on the bank manager’s head is thinning and it’s clear to Justin that he’s the one he needs.

In two seconds Justin manages to turn swiftly and pull the man into a headlock so that his arm is digging into his Adam’s Apple. A shriek emits from the dry lips of Justin’s helpless prey and fingernails as sharp as pins dig into his arm. As a result, Justin presses the head of the gun against the shining temple of the man.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Justin whispers before pointing the gun back to the crowd of cowering people. “Now, listen up! Things are about to get interesting!” Justin lets out a sharp laugh with a huge grin on his face. There’s a mad look in his eye.

No one dares to move with the barrel of the gun staring at them, instead they raise their hands in the air or curl in up in a ball on the marble floor.

“I want all of you to sit pretty for a little while, I don’t really want to hurt any of you but if you move even a muscle, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out and paint a picture on these lovely marble walls with your innards.” He walks slowly into the middle of the room - the manager now sweating heavily under Justin’s grip - and still wears a devilish grin on his lips. “Now, come on Mr. Bank Manager. You’re gonna show me where you keep your treasure.”

“W-what do you want?” the shaking mess asks hesitantly.

“Have you not caught on yet? I want all of your money. D’you think you’ll be able to show me where you keep it?”

“We, we don’t keep it all here, on-only a percentage-“

“And that percentage is what I’m after. Lead the way, Sir,” Justin chuckles roughly into the manager’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine. His feet threaten to give way beneath him but Justin’s grip forces him to stay on the balls of his feet.

The two men walk slowly around the room, Justin’s gun glares at anyone that makes the slightest movement or the slightest whimper of panic.

“There’s s-some in there.” A shaking finger points towards the cash register behind the high marble desk. “We have tills to-“

“I don’t need to know the bank’s fucking history,” Justin hisses and begins to stride towards the till. He frees the man of his strong hold and points the gun towards his head. “Open it.”

While Justin is busy making his way around the machines and the hidden safes throughout the bank, Y/N hangs around outside under the warm sun. There’s a gun hidden in the depth of her jacket and she can feel its figure against the palm of her hand. She can feel the high levels of power she has with such an object and it sends a wave of recklessness through her entire being.

She risks a glance inside every now and then and she’s able to see Justin pacing around. His hair falls in his face and every now and then, he’ll bother to swipe it back. She remembers the feeling of each strand passing her fingers when she does it for him.

He doesn’t have the slightest look of doubt or fear in the way the way he presents himself and she licks her lips with lust for him.

She realises she’s distracted herself and she quickly shifts her attention back to her surroundings. There’s men and women going about their day, oblivious to what they’d witness if they just turned their attention to anything but their phones or the pavement passing under their feet.

It takes at least another ten minutes before her phone buzzes in her pocket. Not wanting to look too suspicious, she takes her time pulling it out and answering it.

“Get in here, babygirl,” Justin’s deep voice rasps through her ear as though he was stood directly beside here. “I have some friends I want you to meet.” A throaty chuckle chases his words before the line cuts off. I turn on my heels and push open the double doors.

“There she is!” Justin grins madly while holding a gun to the man’s temple. “Mr. Bank Manager, you guys,” he says, waving the gun effortlessly towards the group of flinching men and women, “this is my sweetheart. Isn’t she a beauty?”

Y/N comes to Justin’s side, resting her arm on his shoulder. A small smile plays on her lips but she says nothing.

Robbing the banks and keeping watch is the part she loves; taking money from those who had too much, but frightening the victims and playing with their lives is Justin’s strong point.

“You know,” Justin starts, as though it was the first time he had spoken in a while. “This has been fun. We should do this again.”

The panic on the people’s faces doesn’t seem to disappear but instead, they seem to worsen.

“Princess.” Justin turns to look at Y/N. “After you,” he says and licks his lips when his eyes latch onto the bright red lipstick.

Y/N stares back, a subtle smirk now playing on her lips as she realises her favourite part is coming up; the part where the pair of them because insanely rich in a matter of seconds. She sways her hips because she knows Justin is watching, and her eyes shine onto the sacks that having kindly been filled to the brim with wads of money. She guessed it was Justin’s way of keeping the group busy. 

“Well,” Justin announces. “We’ll be getting off.” Y/N can almost hear the relief setting into everyone’s bodies at Justin’s words. “Is the van outside?” he mutters into her ear. It startles her because she isn’t aware he’d moved across the room. Turning to look at him, she can see him watching her with a hungry look. She nods. “Grab a bag, baby, this is all yours.”

She’s unable to let the idea of it have an affect on her because his lips come in contact with hers and she’s taken under. They’re hot, harsh and hungry for her, and she’s more than happy to give they what they want. Justin growls against her lips in the way he knows she loves, a wave of affection washes over her.

All the while, the gun in Justin’s hand has lowered and Y/N thought it was lucky that no one in the room had the confidence to strike while Justin was distracted.

She watches for a moment as he while his phone out of his pocket to call the few men they had dragged along to help them at this time. Y/N can’t help but notice how the roughness of his face makes him look so attractive. He has a slight mad look in his eyes and she adores it. She remembers a few nights ago when she told him she thought a beard would suit him, and she notices he’s now a few days unshaven.

He turns back to the crowd and continues watching guard, the gun was now in full force. She has to shake her head from left to right to bring herself out of the trance she’d fallen into before grabbing a few of the hefty bags and heading for the door. It opens as her fingers are about to wrap around it, and three familiar faces appear.

She doesn’t have to speak to them; they merely nod at her before silently making their way towards the heap of bags of money. Y/N can hear Justin entertaining the group as they load the van.

Because they’re eager to escape with success, it takes just under fifteen minutes for all the bags to be transferred. Once they’re ready, Justin begins to retreat for the door, making sure the group of - still - shaking men and women don’t move a muscle.

“If you’re going to call the police, please refrain from doing so until we’ve managed to get within a decent radius,” Justin chuckles and the hard grin makes another appearance. “Pleasant day to you all.”

He makes an effort to get to the door as quick as his feet can take him, and once the door is slammed shut and the cool wind is stroking his skin, he lets out a breath before jumping into the front seat of the van. It feels heavy with success.

“Get out,” he says to the three men hunched over in the back. He speaks again before they can protest. “You’ll get your share soon, just get out, and I’d run if I were you.”

A few incoherent curse words are thrown into the air but Justin doesn’t seem to care. The door is slammed shut and not even a second later, Justin and Y/N are gliding around the back of the building at full speed.

“We did it again, babydoll,” Justin grins with triumph, it seems to get bigger when his foot steps harder against the pedal. The engine roars like a riled lion.

“When do we ever fail?” She returns the grin and a familiar look washes across his face like a mask.

“You can have anything you want. What do you want, baby? Anything in your wildest dreams, it can be yours.”

“Just you.”

Justin loves her response, and he has to refrain from growling. A hot rush blinds his sight and he presses his foot down even further, the outside world is one big blur as they speed down the highway.

“Yeah?” he replies before throwing his head back and laughing. “That’s a very dangerous thing to say, babydoll. You know damn well if you play with fire, you get burned.”

His hair is wild and ruffled and she decides he looks beautiful.

“I could snap you like a twig, I could cut you like a rope.” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at her, and all he can see is affection. He’s overcome with adoration and is almost unable to control the hand that reaches across to touch her throat. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

The two of them are hurtling at full speed, and Justin shows now signs in slowing down. His fingers tickle her throat, but make her skin burn, too. He pressed them in deep for only a few seconds before retracting them suddenly.

“I adore you,” Justin licks his lips and Y/N feels a strong desire to bite down on the bottom one. “I very much want you to play with me, I want you to play with me, even if you know you have a relatively high chance of being burned to death.”

Justin takes Y/N’s hand in his own. His grip is strong and dominant around her small and fragile one. His hot lips drop the psychotic smirk to kiss the top of her hand, it leaves a burning sensation.

A Soulmate to remember chap 7

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5Chapter 6

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name 

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,863

You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”

“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”

“Hey.”

You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”

You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”

Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”

You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”

Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”

You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“

The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”

You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”

Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”

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How Hopper helps Eleven get ready for Snowball, and how Eleven comes to wear his bracelet. (Hurt/Comfort. Spoilers for season 2 of Stranger Things.)


She holds the brush in her hand, its bristles tinged with pink, as she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

Hopper glances up from his newspaper, which he wasn’t really reading, anyway, and narrows his eyes. She’s already wearing the blue dress, the shoes. She’s already taken her hair out of the rollers, stiff with hairspray, one curl resting on her forehead almost dramatically.

He stares as she stares, gripping the brush tighter and tighter. He’s sitting far away on the couch, but he’s close enough to see particles of pink falling from the brush, dusting the table. He stares at the back of her head, and he remembers.

He remembers a different time, a different place. A different haircut, different clothes— but the same, exact girl.

(And as he remembers, his eyes naturally gravitate to the blue on his wrist, and it reminds him of a different little girl he still loves.)

He clears his throat, and as her head whips around he continues pretending to read yesterday’s paper, and licks his finger before he turns the page.

“How’s it going?” He asks before he risks meeting her gaze.

And this is the Thing. The Thing that’s been bothering him, day after day after day. They’ve been living together for about a year, and sometimes he thinks it feels like it’s happened in the blink of an eye. He barely knows her.

Framed on his bedside counter, a piece of paper starting with her first name on it and ending with his last name, is just that. A piece of paper.

But sometimes he thinks it feels like forever. That they’ve always lived in this cabin that once was his grandfather’s. That he’s always reminded her to that “real food comes first”, and she’s always looked back at him with her big, brown eyes, and still takes a huge bite of Eggos. He really knows her.

Next to that framed piece of paper on his bedside counter, there’s a photograph.

(Neither of them are smiling, something that really bothered Joyce as she took their picture. But Hopper’s arm is slung across El’s shoulders, and she’s resting against him, and later when Joyce hands him the photograph and doesn’t say anything, Hopper finds she doesn’t need to say anything, anyway.)

So, that’s the Thing he’s been thinking about, that’s been bothering him day after day after day.

And as he meets El’s gaze, he realizes he knows her enough to know exactly what that face means.

“Hey, hey.” He says gently, crossing the distance between them in a matter of strides. He unfurls her fist and takes the brush from her hand, meeting her eyes as she looks up at him. “It’s okay.”

El speaks softly. “I want it to be perfect.” She swallows. “I want to be perfect.”

Hopper sighs, massaging his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, trying to figure out what he could possibly say. He shakes his head, places his hand on her shoulder. “Aw, kid. Nobody is.”

“Perfect?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Hopper replies. “Nobody’s perfect.”

He bites the inside of his mouth, and blinks. He thinks for a moment and then decides.

“I’ll help you. Wait here.” He places the brush on the table and walks to his room, pulling out a drawer and picking out a ratty, old shirt. He comes back out, motioning for her to raise her arms, and helps her into it.

It’s comical, the way the stained, large shirt falls on her, and Hopper can’t help but nod and smile.

“There,” He says. “Now we won’t get makeup on your dress.”

She smiles back, just slightly.

Hopper pulls his chair over to her side, and he reaches across her to grab the eye shadow container before he sits down. El turns her chair towards him and he picks back up the brush and dabs it in the pink powder.

She leans forward, and closes her eyes.

He forces himself to take a breath.

(He remembers a different time, a different place. A different haircut, different clothes, but with a different girl.)

He steals a glance at the blue on his wrist. Then he taps the brush on the container, and begins the way he remembers how.

He carefully outlines her eyes, and then he lightly colors her cheeks. He uses his thumb to wipe away the pink in places its not supposed to be. And he puts the brush back into in the container, and snaps it shut, and tells her to look in the mirror.

She smiles this time, really smiles. And it’s hard to place this smiling, young girl with the blue dress and pink makeup and curly hair with the girl with the torn clothes, dirt on her face, and no hair at all.

Hopper scratches his head. “What do you think?”

She turns back towards him, still smiling.

It’s enough to make pause. Make him finger the blue polyester that hasn’t left his wrist in years, that has even really become a part of him.

“Hold on.” He croaks, and then clears his throat. “You’re missing something.”

El’s smile fades. “What?” she asks.

Hopper swallows, takes the hair tie off of him, reaches over for her arm, and puts it on.

She looks down, and touches it gently.

“There.” He says, blinking more than he wants to. “Perfect.”

El looks up at him, and tilts her head to the side.

“No.” She replies. “Almost perfect.”

Hopper laughs. “Yeah. Almost perfect.”

She smiles again—a different smile than before. A knowing smile. A comforting smile.

(Hopper thinks about the Thing again. He wonders if she thinks about it, too. He wonders if sometimes she thinks about how she barely knows him, and then sometimes about how she really does. He thinks that today is when she really does.)

He runs his fingers through his hair and then glances at his watch, and just stops himself from cursing aloud.

“We gotta leave now, kid. You ready?”

He helps her take off his old shirt and she stands up, dusting invisible dust off her dress.

El nods. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He grabs his keys, and his hat, and they head out the door.

They don’t speak on the drive over, but that’s okay. It’s the nice kind of silence, the kind of quiet that makes you feel calm and protected. Hopper doesn’t mind it at all.

When they pull up to the school, the car still running and his hands firm on the wheel, he tells her that she’s to come out at 10:30 and 10:30 exactly.

“And have fun.” He concludes.

El quickly turns towards him, wrapping her arms around his body, holding him tightly before letting go just as fast. “Goodbye.” She says, opening the car door and leaving, shutting it close, and walking hurriedly away.

He watches her go, catching a glimpse in the dark her blue dress, her shoes, and the small strand of blue on her wrist.

And this is the Other Thing. The Other Thing that plagues him day and night after day and night.

He’s scared. He’s scared he’s not going to be the father she needs, and certainly not the father she deserves. He’s had his chance— so what makes him think that he can have another one? What makes him think that he could have a daughter, after he couldn’t save Sara?

But Hopper thinks that he isn’t perfect, and that’s okay. After all, no one is.

And if she loves him, then that’s enough.

(She does.)