i know this is old but she looks amazing

i’m tired

“nasty anti”
“you’re overreacting”
“hateful” “it’s just a cartoon” it’s fiction” “you’re overreacting” “you’re overreacting” “YOU’RE OVERREACTING”

Hi.

My name is Sonny. When I was sixteen, I entered a romantic and eventually sexual relationship with a 25 year old that lasted three years. Three years full of manipulation, emotional abuse, and sexual assault. 

The ugly truth is that if someone in their mid-twenties seeks out relationships with minors, they have some darker motive, whether they themselves are conscious about it or not. For my ex, what drove her to engage romantically with me was the need for control. And I was 16, I was easy to control. No matter how “mature” a 15-17 year old claims to be, there’s still vulnerability there.

My relationship with that person was the direct cause of four of my suicide attempts. I suffer with debilitating PTSD and have issues performing daily tasks such as grocery shopping because I’m afraid I’ll see this person. I‘m turning 22 next week, so it’s been six years.

Why didn’t I do something? Why didn’t I realise that our relationship was wrong? Why didn’t I leave when she refused to take no for an answer and forced herself on me?

Because I was just a kid. Looking back at it now hurts so much y’know? Seeing pictures of myself from those days hurts. I didn’t know better. She said so many nice things, told me I was amazing and beautiful, she even bought me flowers - of course 16 year old me fell for that, and clung on to it.

Even as the abuse just grew more and more violent, I stayed because she managed to convince me that no one else would ever love me. I still struggle with that. I live with the constant fear that my family and friends secretly hate me. 

I’m only one of hundreds of thousands of victims. Most people don’t speak up because we get blamed. Somehow, it’s our fault that adults found us sexually attractive. It’s our fault because we were old enough to know better. “Did you say no?” “Did you try telling your parents?”

So you stay silent because if that’s all you’re gonna get for speaking up, then what’s the point?

Meanwhile, we have countless popular films, songs, and other forms of media that directly romanticise relationships between teenagers and matured adults. We have fandom, a place where content romanticising those age gaps gets produced at record-speed and published on public websites frequented by minors in their most susceptible stages of life.

(You could say “it’s just fiction” but that’s not how the world works. All media we consume has a subconscious effect on us, even more so when we’re teenagers. This is why representation of POC and LGBT+ people and disabled people etc. matter in media; because well-rounded positive representation can change peoples minds for the better.)

Shalad/in ships embody the relationship I had with my abuser. That’s why I dislike them. That’s why people get upset when they’re used as jokes. Those jokes manage to trivialize the abuse of thousands of victims. The ships themselves romanticise an age gap that I’m sure most parents wouldn’t want for their children, an age-gap akin to that of a high-school student and their teacher - should that be normalized?

I’ve been mean to people, I’ve called people names, I’m not going to shy away from that. I’m tired, because no matter how many of these lengthy explanatory posts I make, my experience will still be trivialized and my PTSD symptoms will be trivialized. So yes, sometimes I give up and lash out. 

I am angry. I am angry at every single adult who thinks condoning relationships between minors and fully grown adults is okay. I am angry at the people who call this a ship war, when what it really is is people fighting back against the normalization of toxic relationship dynamics in fandom, in media, and in society as a whole.

And so many of us are victims. But no one ever listens to us, no one ever has, unless our message is written on our graves.

So perhaps, instead of just seeing how “antis” yell, try looking deeper into what we’re yelling about. 

Plagues Against Mankind That We Shouldn’t Have To Deal With At This Point What The Huck

  • When your hair looks beyond amazing but no matter how many pictures you take it looks bad on film so you’re left alone in your room at 4:43 am suffering because you’ll now never have photographic evidence of the time your hair looked like it was styled by the angel’s themselves just in time for you to rush off to the Royal Ball. Only you will ever have this knowledge. You know the hair will be a mess by the time you see another human being again. Cursed.
  • Un-skippable ads in the MIDDLE of videos. what the hell.
  • When you order a Bloody Mary but it just tastes like straight tomato juice and nothing else
  • When you’re romantically frustrated and No One Wants To Take One For The Team And Just Date You Already
  • M. Night Shyamalan announcing a live action Avatar: The Last Airbender Two in 2017 the Year the Lord Abandoned Us, Apparently
  • The unseen forces that walk and jump on your roof all night long. They sound too heavy to be squirrels or raccoons. You never see anything up there when you check outside. You go back inside and the noises immediately resume, only this time you can now hear them laughing at you. Why Cant The Invisible Edgelords Remain Calm
  • Those birds that just dive right in front of your moving car
  • Owls in places and times where there Shouldn’t Be Owls
  • Donald Trump
  • When the dude living in your walls won’t stop blasting his techno bop music 
  • Having to use your rock pet to kill attacking bugs because you have no other means of defense 
  • the fact that I don’t know how to access podcasts and if I ask I’ll sound stupid
  • When your glasses are always smudged or dirty no matter what the hell you do seriously how the hell has no one invented something to stop this yet
  • When the Slurpee machines are always out of blue raspberry 
  • When people reference ‘the office’ while talking to you but you don’t get the joke because you’ve never seen ‘the office’ and when you tell them that you’ve never seen ‘the office’ they look at you as if you personally skinned their great grandmother alive
  • That…the fricking,,,,,,warm thing in the air that makes my body moist. Why that there. unnecessary attack from the planet. why. I want sweaters not sweat 
  • the fact that I Have No One To See Spider-Man:Homecoming With And I Am Distressed
  • When the wild rabbits don’t pick up on your psychic communication that you are one of them and they run from you
  • When the wine is expired 
  • When your favorite flowers only bloom for like one week a year
  • The fact that you are currently not eating chocolate 
  • Donald Trump
  • The fact that there currently is not Buffalo Chicken Dip entering my body
  • Those people that walk up moving escalators 
  • The guy that dresses up as Sulley in Disney World that grabbed my ass when I took a picture with him
  • Every Villain Is Lemon 
  • When all of your facebook memories are boring or depressing
  • The Cicadas That Are Laying In Wait
  • Those people that are rude to waiters and waitresses 
  • When you wanna write something but you’re hit with the overwhelming feeling that no one will ever wanna read it so What’s The Point
  • Batteries dying
  • The Vampire That Twerks Behind You Every Time You Look In A Mirror But You Can’t See Him Because He’s A Vampire But You Have The Overwhelming Feeling Of Knowledge That There’s A Vampire Twerking Behind You
  • The fact that Owen Wilson will never truly know we Value Him
  • When you’re not even making noise but a random old man complains about how much noise you’re making
  • The fact that there isn’t a 24/7 Law and Order: SVU channel 
  • People who can’t make up their minds about Dr. Phil
  • Cramps
  • really just wanna circle back here to the fact that my hair looks amazing right now I look like a 16th century maiden who is escaping her tower to attend the ball where she must slay the beast to save the kingdom this is my authentic past life coming through to make my hair look effortlessly gorgeous but the camera is not cooperating and No One Will Ever Truly Know 

  • Good tv shows getting cancelled 
  • People that unironically wanna have sex with Bill Cipher 
  • Being awake at 5:36 in the morning
  • The glowing orb that refuses to move out of your sock drawer 
  • Those little green men that sometimes escape out of jars in your cabinets and you gotta battle them for dominance of your own kitchen or else they’ll add too much paprika to all your meals…like, what’s their deal?
  • cats that don’t love you back
  • papayas 
  • Clovers that don’t have four leafs 
  • When you have to have matching socks to look professional 
  • ageing 
  • the T-Rex that insists on stomping down the street every time you’re trying to sleep
  • Aliens being hidden by the government 
  • When you rhyme by accident 
  • When you try to rhyme on purpose but can’t think of anything 
  • The fact that I just had to google how to spell ‘rhyme’
  • Gender Stereotypes 
  • The decreasing firefly population 
  • 7th graders that constantly stick their fingers through circles as a means of silently making sex jokes
  • Weeds that are taller than me I must be the Dominant Inconvenience
  • Fahrenheit vs Celsius
  • Telemarketers
  • Those guys that come up to your house to try to get you to buy Verizon Fios 
  • We’re Running Out Of Chocolate 
  • When John Oliver Steals Words Out Of Your Mouth Before You Can Even Think Them Like The Creature From Midnight
  • Zac Efron not showing up to the HSM 10th anniversary party
  • People who just really causally do splits or impossible stretches while your tensed up immobile ass is forced to watch
  • When You start doing squats but it starts making your butt get smaller and you grow distressed
  • People that are, like, unironically mean to other people. What the f o c k
  • All my socks developing holes in them
  • Crushes that go nowhere
  • the fact that no one ever thinks to respect the soft, gentle Molepeople that have been quietly helping our civilization along without reward for hundreds of centuries 
  • Werewolves getting mistaken for Skinwalkers 
  • The giant ball of flesh under the ocean that’s just waiting to destroy us all
  • People Who Don’t Get Your Sense Of Humor 
  • No one acknowledging your selfies
  • Hunters and Cryptozoologists not taking the hint that Bigfoot simply isn’t interested 
  • The fact I can’t figure out a clever way to end this post



  • Mankind Becoming the Plague Itself 
  • Conan O’Brien and his immense hidden power that everyone chooses to foolishly ignore. One day, he will reveal his true form and strike.
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Little compilation of my fanart of Spring “Darling” with a chibi of Rouge-sinpai at the end (Yes, I know my art is ugly ;-;)

Spring belongs to the amazing @blogthegreatrouge (I love her soo much!! >w<)

The second to last drawing was representing Rouge-Senpai and not Spring because before she had a fursona who looks like spring but with her personality, then some people confounded Spring and “Rouge” so she created her actual persona to represent herself  (if I’m not wrong ><) So let’s say it’s a “gentle” Spring even if it sounds false! XD

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This wasn’t requested, but I got the idea for it watching a video from the Q&A where he calls the little girl ‘little princess’. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!

— word count: 1,566
— warnings: none

You stand in the hallway, your daughter next to you with her arms wrapped around your legs. You and your daughter haven’t been able to see Shawn in quite a while since he is on tour, but it’s her birthday and Shawn’s is coming up soon, so you decided to fly out to see him and spend the next week and a half with him since he couldn’t schedule around their birthdays.

As you stand there, waiting for the last person to walk into the Q&A, Matt walks towards you a smile full of admiration on his face as he looks at your daughter. He gives her a small wave as he finally reaches your side.

“Hey, (Y/n). The last few people are about to meet with Shawn and then you can head on in.”

“All right. Cool.” You reply, running your fingers through your daughter’s wavy brown locks.

“How have you guys been? It’s been a while since you’ve been able to make it out to a show.” He asks.

“Yeah…” You frown, “We’ve been good, we just haven’t been able to work it out where we can make it, but with their birthdays, I made sure we could.” You smile down at your daughter.

“It’s crazy their birthdays are so close together. Four days is all that separates them, right?”

You nod, “Yup. That’s all.”

“Crazy.”

“It really is. It’s hectic.” You sigh.

“I bet.” Matt says as he leans against the wall.

“Hey, Matt! Is everyone settled in the Q&A room?” You hear Shawn shout as he makes his way down the hall.

You exchange worried glances before Matt gently pushes you into the room after you pick up your daughter. You quickly make your way to the back, trying to get everyone to stay silent as you do so.

“Hi guys. How are you?” You ask quietly as you make your way through the sea of people.

You get settled just in time for Shawn to walk in. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice you all the way in the back corner. As soon as your little girl sees Shawn she starts reaching toward him.

“Shh…not yet, baby.” You whisper into her hair.

She eventually settles down and rests her head on your shoulder as she looks ahead at Shawn. Shawn gets asked a couple of questions about you and your daughter. Like always, his answers make your heart flutter and a smile find it’s way onto your lips. You sit quietly as you listen to the questions and Shawn’s answers, rubbing your daughter’s back gently.

“What was your daughter’s first word?” You heard a fan ask.

“I’d like to say it was ‘dada’.” He starts.

“But, you know you’d be lying because it was actually ‘mama’.” You say as you stand up with your daughter.

Shawn looks at you with a huge smile on his face and he moves through the crowd to get to you. Your daughter immediately reaches for him and Shawn takes her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before giving you a quick kiss as the fans in the room ‘awe’ all around you. He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the room, sitting back in his original place before pulling you to sit next to him.

“Oh my god. Wow…I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers as he pulls you close.

You laugh and lean against him.

“We had to make it out for your birthdays.” You say as you wrap an arm around him.

He places your daughter in his lap, an arm still around you and his fingertips gently trailing up and down your sides. You look out at all the fans and they’re all staring at your daughter, giving her smiles and waves.

“Okay, little princess, do you want to pick someone for daddy?” He asks looking down at her.

She nods and looks out at all of the people before looking back at Shawn.

“Pick someone.” He points out to the crowd as he looks at her.

She points to someone up front and they immediately get excited.

“Hi honey, what your question?” Shawn asks.

“What’s the best and worst thing about your career? Also, I have a letter for you and your daughter is adorable!” They respond.

You and Shawn both give a laugh before he thanks them. You get up and go get the letter from the fan before taking it back to Shawn. He now has both arms around your daughter’s tiny torso and he absentmindedly rocks her.

“Well, I think that the best part is getting to meet you guys and talk to you, the whole show experience actually. It’s such a personal and intimate experience between us and it’s always so beautiful. The energy is always amazing. The worst part would be having to be away from (Y/n) and Amelia, or little princess as I call her, for such long periods at a time while I’m touring. It’s very hard having to watch your own child grow up through a screen or pictures, ya know?” He answers.


Once Shawn answers the last question, you stop him before it’s time to leave.

“Wait, Amelia wants to show them what she learned.” You say and take your daughter, “What’s your name and how old are you today?” You ask, looking down at her.

A huge grin takes place on her face before she answers you excitedly, “Amewia! I’m four!”

Everyone in the room claps and encourages her, Shawn moving in to smile at her.

“Good job, honey.” He says proudly with a huge smile, “You’re so smart.”

You lean your forehead against Amelia’s as you rest her on your hip, “That’s right! You’re Amelia and you’re how old?” You ask.

“Four!” She says again, holding up three fingers before Shawn brings up another one of her fingers.

“Yeah!” You say gently rubbing your nose against hers.

Shawn begins waving and saying goodbye to the crowd. You begin waving and get Amelia to copy your movements as you walk out, Shawn following close behind, a hand on your back. You place a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and talk to her quietly.

“God, I missed you guys so much.” Shawn says pulling you in for a big hug as soon as your each the hallway.

“We missed you too. And this one said she wanted to see her daddy perform for her birthday.” You and Shawn both smile down at her.

Shawn leans down and begins peppering kisses all over her face as she giggles. You move Amelia up on your higher on your hip as you look at her.

“Do you want to show daddy what else you learned?” You ask her and she nods.

“What else did you learn, little princess? Show daddy.” Shawn says, running his fingers through her hair.

You point to Shawn’s shirt, “What color is Daddy’s shirt?”

She looks at it for a moment before answering, “White!”

You and Shawn praise her before you ask her the color of your shirt.

“Blue!”

“Very good, Amelia!” You say with a smile.

You point to her shirt, asking her the color.

“Purple!” She answers, praise from you and Shawn following.

You point to your stomach, “What’s in here?”

“Food?” She asks.

You shake your head and glance at Shawn. He has his brows furrowed and you can tell he’s about to catch.

“What’s in here, Amelia? What’s in mommy’s tummy?” You ask again.

“Baby!” She answers after watching you make the ‘b’ sound with your mouth.

“What?” You hear Shawn ask.

You look at him and see he has a smile on his face as he looks at you.

“Are you really?” He asks, his eyes starting to water.

“Yeah, I am.” You smile.

Shawn pulls you close, giving you a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours, continuing to leave kisses on your nose and lips.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister.” Shawn says, his smile never faltering.

“I think it’s funny how I got pregnant so close to you leaving. I’m ten weeks and we haven’t seen you in two months.” You say, running your fingers through Shawn’s hair.

“Well, we had plenty of chances while I was still home.” He grins.

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips, “Shawn!”

“So, you’re ten weeks, eh?” Shawn asks, running a hand over your stomach.

“Yup. I found out about three weeks ago. I felt bad for not telling you, but I wanted to tell you in person.”

“I don’t even care that you waited so long. I’m just excited to have another baby.” He grinned.

“I can tell.” You smile.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted. A solid music career, a beautiful, funny, caring, amazing wife, and kids. My own little family. I’m so grateful and lucky that you’re the one giving it to me.” He smiled, kissing you.

“I love you, Shawn.”

“I love you, too. And I also love you,” he pauses to give Amelia a kiss, “and you.” He bends down to kiss your unnoticeable bump.

You couldn’t help but get a warm feeling in your heart. Seeing Shawn so happy and having such a wonderful family was everything you could’ve hoped for. You know this is exactly where you want to be. With Shawn and your children. Happy, safe, and healthy.

friend: hey how are yo-

me: i don’t understand how stephanie j block is so underrated?? like she’s such a queen!! she’s 44 and her voice is still incredible and she doesn’t even look that old?? besides that she’s such an amazing person and she’s incredible and she’s so nice to her fans and her and brandon uranowitz go perfectly together!! i just i don’t know man, all the songs she sings in falsettos are phenomenal and she was such an amazing elphaba, and I-

friend: ok talk later

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SEASON 3 WAS AMAZING!

I will now take the time to GUSH about it and explain the second image for those who are curious~ ;)

3….. 2…. 1…. *takes deep breath*

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After Azkaban (Old!Sirius x reader)

Originally posted by stallingdemons


Characters: Sirius Black, reader, Molly Weasley 

Warnings: cursing, implied smut

Word Count: 820


Y/N apparated in front of the Grimmauld place, number 12 to be exact, not knowing what would expect her inside. It was dark already, street lamps were glowing with dim, yellow light and a stray cat meowed somewhere nearby. She had always been calm and collected and today wasn’t any different. She wasn’t afraid of the dark or anything for that matter. She let out a breath and went for the door. Y/N raised her wand, muttered alohomora and stepped inside.

The house smelled the same as it did years ago. The hallway was dimly lit and more light poured under the door at the end of the hallway. Suddenly the door slammed open and a very happy looking Mrs. Weasley busted through. She engulfed Y/N for a bone crushing hug.

“C-can’t breathe Molly,” Y/N wheezed.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. I missed you, young lady. No letters from you. Not a single owl for months! I thought you were dead! You shouldn’t do that to an old witch,” Molly scolded Y/N like a child

Y/N let her gaze fall and mumbled an apology.

“It’s fine darling. Just make sure not to do that ever again,” told the sweet old witch

“I won’t,” promised Y/N and peeked over Molly’s shoulder to see the others.

Molly saw her looking over her shoulders and dragged Y/N in the room. Her eyes scanned the people sitting around the table. A chorus of hellos resonated through the room. Y/N took a better look at everyone in front of her and gave them a small smile. She let her gaze wander and it landed on a man she hadn’t seen in twelve years. She felt tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at him. He was older, the years spent in Azkaban had done its job on his appearance, but he was handsome nevertheless.

Molly watched the couple like a hawk and saw how Y/N looked at him and ushered everyone out with the words “let’s give them some space.”

As the door slammed close Y/N leaped for the man. Sirius stood up and opened his arms ready for his lover. Y/N embraced him in the tightest hug ever, not planning to let go of him for a very long time. He smelled the same as he did the last time they said goodbye. He smelled like home. She was home again, reunited with her lover.

Y/N felt tears brimming in her eyes as Sirius stroke her hair affectionately. She tightened her hold on him and let her tears fall freely. Sirius leaned back a bit, not letting go of Y/N, and looked into her teary eyes. He lifted his hand and wiped away the tears and kissed her tear stained cheeks. Y/N was looking at him the whole time, not breaking the eye contact.

“I missed you. So fucking much,” she whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment

“I thought you would’ve moved on. Found another man and had some children,” Sirius spoke his voice filled with emotions.

“Of course not, you git! How could I ever move on? I love you, idiot!” Y/N exclaimed and pulled Sirius in for a kiss

Sirius responded immediately and put his hands around Y/N’s waist. Y/N sneaked her hands around his neck. The kiss was full of love and bottled up emotions. They hadn’t kissed in over twelve years and it was torturous. Now that they had each other, they would spend the rest of their life together. Not wasting their time doing useless things. They were going to focus on each other, getting to know one another again.

Sirius pulled back for air and rested his forehead on hers. Y/N locked her gaze with his and smiled subtly.

“You know, I kind of missed your kisses,” confessed Y/N.

“Only my kisses? Not my amazing personality, smoking hot looks or my jokes that are funny as hell?” questioned Sirius with mock hurt.

“Well, you are looking a bit too old for my taste and your jokes suck,” teased Y/N.

“Then you and my jokes have something in common,” winked Sirius

Y/N reached to swat his hand, “oh stop it, will you?”

Sirius let out a laugh and leaned in to peck Y/N’s cheek. She dodged his attempt of a kiss and rushed out of the room.

“If you catch me, I may be the thing that sucks tonight,” yelled Y/N

“If that’s the case you won’t be getting too far,” Sirius yelled back and ran after her.

“You two better behave and let us sleep!” shouted Molly from somewhere around the house.

The only thing that could be heard was Y/N’s giggles and Sirius’ footsteps before the sound of a door slamming shut.


Requests are open (imagines, ships, moodboards)! All my upcoming imagines are made up by me. So, it would be cool as heck if I got my first requests because I’m running out of ideas.

You can message me anytime. I literally check my Tumblr all the time so you are able to reach me and get answers pretty quickly!

But thanks for reading xo

The Reveal

Pairing(characters): Jensen x Reader, Jared, Genevieve, 

Summary: Just two weeks after giving birth Jensen is excited to finally reveal to the fans and the world your newborn. You’ve kept the secret but how will everyone react?

Word Count: 1118

Warnings: Daddy!Jensen (yeah, that’s a warning), mostly fluff, giant dorks, typical J2 banter, talk of exhaustion but briefly

A/N: Randomness has been popping into my head lately. I hope y’all enjoy. And thanks to @impalaimagining and all her excitement. And always, thanks to my roommate for putting up with me @thisisnowmylife-gdi

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

  “Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!” Richard yelled into the microphone before he patted each man on the shoulder and exited the stage. The crowd erupted in cheers and screams as each man gave bows and waved to the fans gathered in the large room.

 “Hey guys!” Jared said as the room began to quiet down. The whole room responded in kind which made Jensen smile as he sipped on his second coffee of the day.

 “Hello, hello.” The words finally came out after he swallowed down the contents of his cup.

 “Before we get started, I think everyone has something to say to you.” Jared looked over at his best friend.

 “Oh?”

“Congratulations!” The shouts and cheers came from the room and grew louder as Jared quickly wrapped Jensen in a hug.

 After the room finally grew quieter Jensen smiled and quickly said into his mic. “Thanks! God, I’m exhausted. Is this how you always feel?” He had turned to Jared.

 “Try having three kids. Not just the newborn.” Jared teased.

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So today on the train there was this old lady next to me, and she had a gigantic shoulder tattoo of someone who was either Jesus or Saruman, because man, it did look like Christopher Lee - a lot - and I spent, like, twenty minutes trying not to stare at it and telling myself that it was unkind to even think like that - that it was bound to be Jesus, okay, and stop it (I mean, picture this woman: curly grey hair, old-fashioned clip-on earrings, a prim flower dress and that adorable old lady smell that I never know if it’s a perfume, a day cream or simply your soul fading out and blinking at the universe as you get older, but old ladies - they all smell exactly the same and I love it) and so what if that guy looked a bit wizardy and evil - but when she stood up to leave I noticed she in fact was rocking some truly amazing calf tattoos (brand new) and man, instead of some useless purse she had a purple backpack and a bag full of comic books, so - thank you, World, for reminding me never to judge people by their age.

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It was this amazing actress, beautiful and I was dreaming about it. I felt the luckiest, I was 12 years old. I arrived and I was very nervous and i was just like well I hope she likes it. And after the scene because I know its not going to be sex, but something can start from there right? And then I get there and I see 40 people looking at me with their camera.

No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)


Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

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Shape of You

Jasmine Cephas Jones x fem!reader

Note: This was inspired by Shape of You by Ed Sheeran, mostly because Jasmine’s body is A+ and I kept thinking of her when I was listening to it in the car the other day so here we go. 

Warnings: sex, oral sex, swearing 

Word Count: 1900 

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @mehrmonga @tallish-hobbit @haletotheking24 @hardrock-lafayette @phillipabroadway


It was your decision to come into this bar tonight. Your friends all said they wanted to go out to a club but you never really had fun in clubs, besides you wanted to try your chances at meeting someone tonight.

Your love life had been stuck in a dry spell for longer than you cared to admit, after your last girlfriend you’d stayed far away from any potential heartbreak. But now, now you just wanted some fun.

“Okay who want’s shots?” Emma asks as you shed off your coat. You all agree and she makes her way over to the bar. 

“Just don’t drink them all before you bring them back over to the table,” you all after her with a grin. 

She rolls her eyes at you before turning away, a hint of a smile on her face. 

It wasn’t long after you and your three friends got there when she walked in. She was with her own friends, and from the minute your eyes landed on her she took your breath away.

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Finally Complete (Bucky X Wife!Reader)

Characters: Bucky X Wife!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Infertility

FLUFF

Request: Bucky x reader? They’re married and she finds out she can’t have a baby. So him and tony (her big brother) go adopt a little girl to surprise her. She gets in from work to see her super soldier snuggled up to a 4 yr old girl. She jumps up extremely excited and asks if your her new mommy. Reader is so happy she’s in tears.


Originally posted by sebastianobrien

You’ve been married to Bucky for over 6 years now and you’ve been trying for a baby for a while. No… a long time… 4 years. You tried several pills to help fertility but nothing seemed to work. You finally decided after over two years to trying, you went to the hospital with Bucky.

Bucky was worried it was him. That his time frozen had affected his ability to fertilize… but it was you in the end. You had a genetic disease that meant your eggs stopped being able to fertilize. And even if you did, you would almost instantly miscarry, and it made you realise all those heavy periods… was you losing your baby.

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Lips Of An Angel (part 3)

Summary: Bucky and the reader are high school friends who get reacquainted with one another.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Just Nat being Nat

A/N: I feel so bleh. Anyways, I hope ya like this part.

Of course he was engaged. For Christ’s sake, look at him! A man like that wouldn’t be single. What were you thinking?

“Y/N?” Bucky waves his hand in your face, catching your attention.

“Huh?”

“You okay? You kinda zoned out for a second.” the beautiful brunette chuckled.

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay I just…” you look down at your phone quickly. “I have to get back to the bookstore. My break’s over.”

You weren’t entirely lying. You had five more minutes until you needed to head back to the bookstore and it took a bit of time since you were walking. Times like this, you wished the stores weren’t so spaced out.

“Oh.” Bucky frowned. “Okay.”

He throws a couple bills on the table before standing up and sliding his wallet into his pants pocket. You grab your things and the two of you exit the building.

“Well…” you turn to Bucky. “It was nice catching up with you.”

“Yeah.” he nods. “It was.”

The two of you stand on the sidewalk, staring at each other until you clear your throat.

“Well I better get going.” You take a step away from him.

“Oh, yeah.” he walks over to you and pulls you into a hug. When you pull away, you say goodbye once more before making to walk away.

“Hey Y/N?” he called.

“Hmm?” you turn around.

“We should… we should do this again sometime.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and seeing you yesterday and today made me realize how much I’ve missed you.”

Your cheeks heat up. “Well you have my number now. Just text me whenever you want to hang out – as long as Dot is okay with it. Wouldn’t want her to come and try to beat me up.” you say, hinting at the time when you were both in high school and Bucky’s then girlfriend tried beating you up when she found out you were hanging out with him.

Bucky laughed. “Hey! Dot’s not crazy like Connie was!”

You raise your hands. “I’ll take your word for it. See you later, Lavender Princess.”

Lavender Princess? Jeez Y/N, how do you still remember that?”

You shrug. “I’ve got a good memory. Bye Bucky-bear.”

Bucky laughs again at the childhood nickname before waving at you. You watch him jog over to his car and get into the driver’s seat before turning around and walking back to the bookstore.


You enter the store and sigh deeply before making your way around the large desk and sitting down on your chair.

“Y/N! How was your date?” May questioned as she stopped in front of you.

“My what?”

“Your date. Natasha told me you were going on a date. Honey, if you told me you had a date I could’ve extended your break so you didn’t need to rush.” she says and you nearly choke on air.

“It wasn’t a date, May. I was just catching up with a childhood friend of mine.” you correct.

“A childhood friend that you want to jump on, am I right?” Natasha says, throwing a wink your way as she slid into her chair beside you. “I wouldn’t blame ya. May, if you see him, you’ll understand. This dude is a god. Not the type of god that I like but there’s no doubt that he’s a hottie.”

Natalia!”

“What?” she shrugs. “He’s attractive, that’s all I’m saying.”

May laughs. “I’ll have to meet this hottie.”

You let out a groan and lay your head on the desk in front of you. Your friend and your boss were infuriating. You hear the two of them laugh once again before May walks away, saying something about putting away some books. Once you know she was gone, you lift your head and look at Natasha.

“What?”

And you say it.

“Bucky’s engaged.”

Your red head friend’s eyes widen and she sits up. “No way.”

You nod. “Yes way.”

“How do you know? Maybe you’re just saying this so you don’t have to act upon your feelings.”

“I wish I was.” you groan, slumping in your seat. “He threw it on me like a bomb. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What did he say? Sometimes you do this thing where you only focus on one part of something that someone says. Maybe he said he was engaged but he’s not now.” she tries to reason but you shake your head.

“I heard him loud and clear.” you say. “I asked him what his favorite thing about Washington was and he said the bars… he’s a bartender.” Natasha nods, following along with what you were saying. “Then he says, and I quote, ‘and the only reason I’d have to choose the bars is because I was working at a bar there and I met my fiancée, Dot’.”

Natasha stares at you with a blank face. “You have got to be kidding me. He’s engaged?” she let out a huff. “I was rooting for you two. See, this is what happens when you stay in the friendzone and wait too long. What were you thinking? That he’d still be single after all these years?”

You shrug and let out a deep sigh.

“There’s only one thing we can do now.” Natasha says, leaning back into her chair. You look over at her.

“Forget about my feelings for him and move on-”

“-We have to break them up.”

What?” you give her and incredulous look. “Are you crazy?!”

“It’s the only option! C’mon I wasn’t the only one who noticed that he was also madly in love with you. All our friends noticed too!” she argues.

“That was like four years ago! Things have changed, Nat. He’s engaged!” you tell her and she makes a face.

“I think he’s still in love with you, but that’s just me.” she shrugs. “Anyways, what’s this Dot chick look like?”

It’s your turn to shrug. “I dunno. He didn’t show me. All I know is that her name’s Dot and she’s his fiancée.”

Natasha cringes. “Ugh, stop saying fiancée. I’m gonna throw up.” you roll your eyes at your friend. “What kind of name is Dot anyways? Who names their kid that?”

“I think Dot is a nickname but I’m not too sure.”

“Text Bucky and ask him.”

You snort. “Yeah, let me just text him and say ‘hey Bucky, I was just wondering if Dot was a nickname or if that’s her actual name’.” Natasha looks at you with a serious face and nods. “No, I’m not going to ask him that! It’s weird.”

The red head shrugs. “I don’t see what’s wrong with you asking your best friend questions about his fiancée.”

“Oh my god.” you sigh, laying your head on the desk again.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Natasha speaks. “I got it.”

You turn your head – which is still on the desk – and look at her. “You got what?”

She scrolls on her phone. “Dolores Brown, 28, happily engaged to a wonderful man, likes animals, photographer; contact me at-”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait.” you suddenly sit up. “Where are you reading this from?”

She shows you her phone screen. “Instagram.”

“How did you even find her?”

“Easy. I just looked up Bucky and searched through who he was following and voila! Dolores Brown.” she smiled at you before returning her eyes back to her phone. “She’s a red head – must be crazy.”

“You’re one to talk.” you snort.

She looks up at you and glares. “I’ll have you know, I’m crazy to an extent.”

“I think stalking my friend’s fiancée goes way past that extent.”

“Nah.” she shakes her head. “It barely meets the extent. Plus, Bucky’s my friend too so it’s okay.”

You shake your head and watch Natasha. She scrolls before pausing, probably to look at a photo before scrolling again. She does this a few times until she taps on her screen. “I hate to say it but she’s a pretty good photographer. Look.”

She hands you her phone and you look through her profile, stumbling across some pictures of Bucky. “Wow… she is good. These pictures of Buck are amazing.”

She takes her phone to look at them. “Eh. They’re alright. You probably think they’re amazing because you’re in love with Bucky.”

“Nat!” you scold.

“What? I’m just sayin’ the truth.”

You shake your head at your friend before helping a customer. Once you were done, your phone vibrates in your pocket, startling you. You grab it, noticing Bucky had texted you.

Bucky: So I know we just saw each other earlier but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to text you. How would you feel about coming to see a movie with me tonight? It’ll be like old times, I’ll even buy you frozen yogurt afterwards.

You gasp and clutch your phone to your chest, staring wide-eyed at Natasha. “It’s Bucky! He asked if I wanted to see a movie with him tonight.”

The beautiful red head looks up at you. “Say yeah. It’s not like you’re gonna hop on his dick… yet.”

You scowl at her.

Y/N: Sure, I’d love to. As long as the Mrs is okay with it.

Bucky: She’s actually happy I ran into you yesterday. Said I needed more people to talk to while she was gone.

Y/N: Gone?

Bucky: Yeah, she’s in LA right now on business. She’s a photographer.

Y/N: Nice, nice.

Bucky: So I’ll pick you up around 8? Don’t know which movie we’re gonna watch, thought we’d do what we did when we were younger and choose a movie when we get there.

You shake your head and chuckle.

Y/N: 8 sounds good. See you later, Lavender Princess.

Some things never change.


A/N: woop woop tell me what ya think! Also sorry if there’s any mistakes, I’ll fix them tomorrow!

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Prompt: Diana x new justice league member

Requested by: Anon

Fandom: DC


You enter what has to be your thousandth algorithm, before scrubbing your palms against your eyes. A moment later a cup of coffee is put in front of your nose. You look up at Diana and give a weak smile, “Thanks but I quit caffeine a few years ago.”

    She smiles and sits on the armrest of your chair, “Then you’ll need to sleep. I doubt you can go much longer.”

    You laugh, “You should have seen me in college. A few all nighters were nothing … then again I still drank coffee back then.”

    She smiles, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you return to your task, a few minutes later she asks, “How are you adjusting to the team?”

    You shrug, your eyes never leaving the table, “Fine. I like that I have my own tech cave. It has everything a hacker could want.”

    She smiles, “You made the right choice.”

    You shrug, “I don’t know about that. All I know is that I owed the Bat one, and when he came to collect I wasn’t in a position to turn him down.”

    She smiles, “How do you know him?”

    Your eyes slide to the warrior princess, “He saved my daughter.”

    You catch the barest of reactions from her, “You’re married?”

    You shake your head, “Nope. One night stand, didn’t see any reason to look for the guy. The Bat rescued her when someone kidnapped her, to get to me.”

    “How old is she?”

    “Four. A total sweetheart. Loves wearing a tutu and going to ballet. We’re complete opposites. I was always more of a swing dance kinda girl. But she’s my life.”

    Diana smiles, “She sounds amazing.”

    You nod, “She’s also a huge Wonder Woman fan.”

    Diana grins at that, “Really?”

    You smile, “She dressed up as you for Halloween.”

    “I’d love to meet her.”

    You grin, “How about when you pick me up for dinner this Saturday.”    

    The Amazon grins back, “Sounds perfect.”


AN: Part 2 just imagine Diana and reader taking their daughter home to Paradise Island! Squee

midnight rambles

request here please!

it was half past midnight when tom came home from filming, the lights were left on downstairs and (y/n) left some dinner in the fridge for him. the plate was wrapped neatly in cling wrap with a yellow sticky note placed on top of it. it read “enjoy my love” in bubbly, but droopy cursive, with a heart dotting the j.

tom smiled at how adorable she was, her writing in sharpie on the pale yellow paper made him think of how bubbly she was. the way she smiled at anything and everything. the way she saw the beauty in everything, including him. he’s still not sure what he did to get so lucky.

tom didn’t eat all of his dinner, he was more tired than hungry at that moment, and all he wanted to do was cuddle up next to (y/n) and go to sleep.

he made his way up the stairs, his eyes heavy as he neared the bedroom door. he slowly opened the door and peeked inside, she was sound asleep and all tom could do was smile at how wonderful and serine she looked. he tried to be as quiet as possible getting ready for bed, but to no avail, he ended up dropping his cell phone on the vanity where he was plugging it in. it made a loud thump and woke (y/n) up.

“sorry darling, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“how was work?” she asked sleepily, a tired smile spread across her face.

“it was pretty good, kind of tiring, i had to wear the suit today for like eleven hours, and i had to piss for four of them. lesson number one of that suit is don’t piss yourself in it, they would have had my head you know?” tom said taking a sip of water, this made her giggle and rub the sleep out of her eye. “but enough about me. i want to hear what you did today.” he smiled at her, scrunching his nose a little and walked over to lean over her sleepy body. “actually, i kind of want to imagine everything you did today, while you didn’t have clothes on.” he leaned over her face to kiss her but she pushed him away, playfully.

“i wasn’t naked all day, tom.”

“i know that, love, but you don’t have to ruin my fantasies, gosh.” tom chuckled in fake hurt as he stood from his kneeling position next the the bed and to get undressed. “that bed looks really comfortable, think i’m gonna join you.” she giggled again, as if that was the only thing she could do in her sleepy state, she leaned up on her elbows to watch tom get undressed.

“i could put on a strip tease if you want.” tom winked at her, unbuttoning his shirt while swaying his hips rhythmically.

“oh, please do.” she laughed as he raised his eyebrow at her.

“i knew you were into that, why else would you have magic mike saved on your list on netflix?” he laughed and narrowed his eyes at her as he continued taking his clothes off, getting ready for bed. “it’s too bad you woke up, you look cute when you’re asleep.”

“and i don’t when i’m awake?” she questioned playfully, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“well, you look hot when you’re awake, but you look adorable when you’re sleeping, like a little puppy.” he smiled and tilted his head at her while she yawned. “so, darling, how was your day?”

“eh, well, you know, same old, same old. could be better, could be worse. but i mean, that’s just how life is, right?” (y/n) shrugged.

“i understand, but none of that work stuff matters, all that matters right now, is right now. all that matters, is i love you and we’re happy, yeah?”

“definitely.” she smiled at him, wondering how she got so lucky to have someone as amazing as tom. tom sighed a little and laid next to her in bed, he pulled her close to his chest, “oh my god, you’re so cold, come here, let me warm you up.” she giggled at him and scooted her body toward him so she was laying on his bare chest, his arm was wrapped tightly around her and his other hand was playing with her hair, then he placed a light kiss to her forehead.

they laid there in silence for a few minutes, their breathing in sync, when tom whispered, “i swear these are the best moments in life, just laying here with you. it’s like nothing else matters.” she blushed lightly and buried her head in his chest a little more, he chucked and gave her a few more pecks on the forehead.

she was almost asleep when tom whispered to her again. “we should get an exotic pet.” “what do you mean an ‘exotic pet’?” (y/n) said back, lifting her head to look at the man through the darkness.

“i don’t know, i’ve just always wanted an exotic pet. i’d love to have a tiger, but that might freak out mrs. kirk next door.” (y/n) laughed at this comment, she could only imagine the poor 94-year-old woman looking out her window into tom and (y/n)’s backyard to see a tiger.

“i’d be more afraid of getting mauled by it or something.” (y/n) giggled as tom scoffed at her logistical thinking. “hey, well, you only hear on tv about the people who get attacked. lots of people probably have tigers as pets, but you don’t hear about them because they don’t want anyone to know. obviously they don’t get attacked.” he paused for a second as (y/n) shook her head, chuckling. “if it would attack anyone, it’d probably attack me, i think even animals know you’re too pretty to hurt.”

“shut up.” she laughed as he placed another kiss to her forehead.

they tried falling asleep after that, but tom was almost restless now that (y/n) was in his arms, he wanted to stay up and just talk with her before he had to go back to filming the next day.

“have you ever thought about living in the countryside?” tom wondered if she had been thinking the same things he had been recently.

“like where?”

“i don’t know,” that was a lie, he knew exactly where. “maybe somewhere in england, outside of the city, we could have a nice, big piece of land, away from people. just me and you, and the tiger of course.”

“naturally.” she laughed. “i don’t know, i guess i never really thought about living anywhere other than here, but that does sound pretty nice.”

“doesn’t it? and, like, i mean i was thinking about kids lately. and before you freak out, it’s nothing like that, like not right now, i was just, like thinking. if i ever had a kid, or we ever had a kid, maybe we could adopt instead, you know?”

“why do you want to do that?” she said, genuinely curious as to why tom would want to have children that didn’t share the same genes as him.

“i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’d love to see a mini you running around, but think about all of those kids that need to be adopted. i mean, we’ve got a good amount of money saved up. we could be really great parents to them, like we’re pretty good people, i know i have my moods sometimes, but i’d never hurt you, or him, or her.” tom smiled a little at the thought of taking care of a child with (y/n). “besides, most of our arguments get resolved right here.” tom smirked a little bit.

“make-up sex is definitely the best.” (y/n) laughed a little bit.

“that and angry sex. all the choking and slamming around. and with you and your nails, there’s definitely blood involved.” tom chuckled as (y/n) pushed at his torso.

a few minutes of silence later, as (y/n) was almost over the edge into sleep, tom spoke up again.

“you know, i always thought it would be really cool to have a skylight, like right above the bed. that way, we could just watch the stars.”

“tom, just go to sleep, baby.”

again a few moments later, “we should visit alaska, see the northern lights. i’ve always wanted to see them, obviously i’ve seen pictures, and they’re beautiful, well not as beautiful as you, but still up there. we could stay in a cabin and-”

“tom-”

“i’m sorry, i woke you up, you’re tired. i’m sorry.” he placed a kiss to her nose and forehead. “i’ll be right here when you wake up, i’ll always be here when you wake up. i love you, so much, darling.”

“i love you too, tom, goodnight.” she kissed his lips lightly.

“goodnight, (y/n).”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a bughead pregnancy fluffy thing? Or them with a new born? I love the idea of them being all cute and domestic 💖💖💖💖

Baby bugheads are so cute! I’ll give it a go!
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He walked through the door, instantly smiling when the smell of Betty’s homemade lasagna hit his nose. There were many things he loved about being married to his beautiful wife but one of his absolute favorites was her cooking. When they moved in together Betty had sat him down at their dining room table and declared that they would be having atleast one meal a day together, from that moment on he had never gone to bed with an empty stomach, a steady change to his youth when he would go days without a solid meal.

Dropping his bag on the floor by her neat row of heels, he made his way into the dining room, fully expecting to see the blonde beauty waiting at the kitchen table with a mischievous smirk, ready to tease him for being late. What he didn’t expect was to see a plate of food in his designated spot and his wife nowhere to be found.

“Bets?” He called out, peeking his head in the kitchen.

“I’m in the living room.” He heard her sniffle.

Was she crying? Wait why was she crying?! He practically sprinted to her, tripping over his shoes. He stopped dead in the door frame, staring at the vision in front of him.

Betty was sitting cross legged on the couch in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of tiny grey shorts, her extended belly exposed and her long silky blonde hair in a messy bun, strands falling into her eyes. She was holding a tub of vanilla ice cream and her eyes were filled with tears. He hated to see her cry but damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bets?” He asked again, quieter this time as he slowly walked over to her, cautiously.

“Hi juggie.” She hiccuped, her lip quivering.

That was all it took, Jughead instantly sat beside her and wrapped her up in arms, rubbing his hands up and down her bare back soothingly. She instantly broke into sobs as he whispered into her hair “What’s the matter love?”

Pulling away and looking up at him with her stuffy red nose, she took a deep breathe

“I got called fat today!” She exclaimed, rushing the sentence out and placing her head in her hands.

Jughead instantly tensed up. What the fuck? Who would call his six month pregnant wife fat?
“Who called you fat?” He practically growled.

Betty mumbled into her hands
“Tommy Jenkins.”

Jughead stopped his movements on her back and barked out a laugh. Tommy Jenkins was a six year old in her first grade class at Riverdale elementary.

Hearing him laugh, Betty snapped her head up ripping herself out of his hold
“I’m glad you think it’s funny Forsythe, I’m glad you think me being upset is funny.” She attempted to cross her arms over chest but her belly made it a little bit difficult, causing him to laugh even harder as he tried to control himself looking up at her narrowed eyes.

“I’m sorry! It’s just… he’s six Bets. He doesn’t know what being pregnant is. You look amazing, you know that. I know that. Don’t worry about what.. Tommy Jenkins thinks.” He wiped his eyes, the smile a permanent feature on his face.

As Betty continued to stare at his goofy face she couldn’t help the small smile that crept into hers
“Okay. I guess it is silly. I can’t help it, it’s these damn hormones.” She pouted playfully.

Jughead gently lifted her on his lap

“You’re carrying our baby in their Betty. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. You have never looked more beautiful.” He whispered against her neck, dropping a kiss to her pulse point.

Betty shivered, bending her neck a little
“There is no way you’re attracted to me right now, I’m a mess!”

Jughead smiled wickedly, licking a streak ice cream off the side of her mouth.

“ah, but Mrs.Jones, that’s where you’re very wrong.” His eyes were lusty as he ran his hands over her belly before scooping her into his arms as she shrieked and giggled.

“What about dinner?!” She laughed over his shoulder

“Lasagna was meant to be a dessert food!” He growled, running up the stairs.

Senior

Part Eight

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven

“Come on, be serious for a picture Shawn.” Karen complains. 

Y/n and Shawn just laugh but do as they’re told and become serious.

She has her left hand rested on Shawn’s chest, his left hand rested on her hip, arm around her back. They both look up at the camera and smile. 

“I can’t believe that it’s actually prom.” Y/m/n says as she takes pictures of Y/n and Shawn. 

“I’m surprised Shawn didn’t screw this dance up.” Aaliyah mumbles. 

Y/n feels Shawn tense and pull her a little closer. Like he’s trying to reassure himself that shes there with him. He’s taking her this time, not another girl. 

“It’s about time he got it right.” Manny says walking up behind the Mothers taking pictures. 

Shawn clenches his jaw and Y/n looks up at him, knowing that this conversation is making him upset. She moves her hand up to his cheek and he looks at her.

“It’s okay.” She whispers to him and he doesn’t respond.

“I was worried for a second, we might have a repeat of the middle school dance.” Aaliyah says looking at Manny. 

“Yeah when she showed up, I worried too.” Manny responds.

This time Y/n’s the one that tenses up. 

Lauren was here?

“Can you drop it?” Shawn snaps. His sister and father looking over, finally picking up on his attitude. 

“You guys should get going before you’re late.” Y/m/n says setting her camera down. 

“Can I have a second?” You ask, walking away before you get an answer.

“Fuck.” Shawn sighs.

“Excuse me?” Karen warns her son. 

“Thanks for that.” He glares at his sister. 

“What did I do?” She asks.

“You had to bring up Lauren?” 

“Sorry, I was just making a joke.”

“Well it was a shitty joke.” He sneered starting to go after his girlfriend.

“Shawn.” Karen says becoming angry. It was disrespectful to speak that way to his sister, or at all. 

“Not now Mum.” He waves her off.

“Don’t you dare wave me off, come back here.” She raises her voice.

“Let him go.” Manny says intervening.

“No he,” She starts.

“Karen, he’s going after Y/n, she’s upset.” Manny says quietly.

Shawn ignores his parents as he follows Y/n up to her bedroom. She’s pacing around her room, head in her hands. 

“Babe?”

“What was she doing?” She blurts.

“What?”

“Don’t play with me Shawn. What was Lauren doing at your house? Is there something that I need to know?”

“No, no. She came over, trying to tell me about how we should be together and that she wanted me to take her to prom. I told her to leave, and that I was happily taken.” 

“Shawn,” She starts taking a seat. 

“Stop, please.” Shawn says kneeling in front of her, taking her hands in his own. “Please believe me. I didn’t know she was coming over. She started talking before I could tell her to leave, when she did let me speak those were the first words out of my mouth. I promise you, please.” He was becoming desperate.

“What did Aaliyah mean then? She made it sound like you were excising the idea.”

“No never. Never, I screwed up a dance with you once before. Never will I do that again. I’m yours, all yours.” 

“Are you sure, because I see her talking with you in the halls and at lunch.” 

“Stop, please please.” He says holding her hands tighter. “We are friends with the same people, she’s just there. I don’t ever even look at her, let alone talk to her. She tries to talk to me but I ignore her. I promise you, you are the only one I want. Y/n you know that.”

“Shawn.”

“I love you.” He says cutting her off. “I love you, Y/n. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“There is nothing going on, Aaliyah was just trying to make some shitty joke. She’s got awful humor.”

“Yeah, that was a bad joke.” She laughs. 

“Are we okay?”

“We’re fine.” She smiles at him. 

“Can I go dance with you now? Because I can’t wait to get you on the dance floor.” He smiles at her. She laughs and stands up, taking his hand. They both walk down the stairs going straight for his car, not wanting to talk to anyone but each other. 

*

“That was so much fun.” Y/n exclaims as they exit the school, prom ending. 

“You look amazing.” Shawn says staring at her.

“Shawn you’ve told me that like a thousand times tonight.” She giggles.

“I know, but it’s the truth. I’m so lucky.” He says, lightly pushing her up against the door of his Jeep.

“Stop.” She laughs, blushing. He leans down and kisses her, deeply.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“I don’t want to take you home yet.”

“Then don’t.” She dares him. 

“Wanna go to the park?” He asks smirking. 

“Always.” She smiles at him. 

They both jump into the jeep, giggling as they run off to the old stomping grounds. 

“Come here.” He says taking her hand and running to the field of flowers. He picks a single daisy and tucks it into her ear. “Beautiful” He whispers.

“Wait stop right there.” She says, she quickly fishes out her phone from her clutch and takes a picture of him in the moonlight. “You look so good like that babe.” She smiles as she shows him the picture. He just shrugs and kisses her cheek. 

“I have to tell you something.” He says pulling her close, swaying to some tune that’s in his head. 

“Ok, is it bad?” She asks looking up at him worried. He doesn’t meet her gaze. “Shawn, you’re worrying me.” 

“So I’m not going to college.” He blurts.

“What?” She asks in shock. 

“Um I’m uh” He doesn’t know how to say it.

“You’re what Shawn?”

“I’m going on tour.” He says softly.

“Tour?”

“I’ve signed with a record company, I’m leaving to go to LA in a few weeks to go write an EP and then I’m supposed to go on tour.” He says as she takes a step away from him.

“Are you joking with me?” She asks. He shakes his head and stares at her. “SHAWN!” She jumps up and hugs him. He catches her and spins her around. “That’s amazing, you have always dreamed of singing! This is so exciting!” 

“You aren’t mad?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, because I’m leaving and won’t be able to see you.” 

“Awe Shawn no, I’m so excited for you. We can work out of the details of a long distance relationship later! Let’s just celebrate that you got signed!” She’s bursting with joy for him. So proud of him. 

So for the rest of the night they stay in their field and hold each other, enjoying the time they have together.

This is it. II (S.M)

Description: After his European tour Shawn traveled North America not failing to sell out every show. He was finally coming home, and his parents invited y/n to a welcoming home party. She doesn’t know if she should go or not, but when she makes her decision she wonders if it’ll be any good.

I’ve decided to make this a little series. I don’t know how long I want to make it. It could be only three parts or it could be ten. Hope you enjoyed. (: please send feedback!!



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