i think she just looks sleepy

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What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

Make up Marichat May, Day 12: Sleepover

Title: Good Morning
Word Count: 2,059

“Nope,” Chat Noir admits, trying to keep any disappointment from sneaking into his tone. He’d never slept over at someone’s house before. His father was far too protective to have him do something like that.  

“No? They’re fun,” Marinette says nonchalantly.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Ten

Summary: You continue to bond with the Ackles family, and start to spend more time at the Padaleckis after reading through twitter. When Jared and Jensen fly out for AHBL and you stay behind with Gen and Danneel, you start to doubt your parenting capabilities.
Words: 4.4k (4.8k with tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep (mentioned Misha and Mark S)
Warnings: angst-y, cliffhanger-y ending
Beta: @blacksiren​​ (creds for the insta post)

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Babysitting JJ was the best.

Over your last visits to Austin, you’d built up a good bond with her, and spending a full day with just the two of you was a lot of fun.

She wanted to talk about the baby, and you were surprised at how much knowledge she had on pregnancy.

To be honest, she probably knew more than you did.

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“I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2682

A/N: I can’t thank @brittanyzelazno enough for reading this over a million times (she’s read it more times than I have) and keeping my spirits up about this. Love you a lot a lot. 

He always puts his heart in the words he writes. He feels them vibrate against his fingertips as the graphite leaves lines and squiggles in his notebook. He wants them to be perfect and has a tendency to chew on the hard end of his pencil when he just can’t get that one word in a line right. Tonight, his mouth tastes of cedar wood and coffee, keeping him up alone on the hardwood floor of his studio. Sometimes, the words just won’t come no matter what he does, and Shawn thinks that he should have accepted that fact by now, but his stubborn head won’t let him give up until he can vocalise the sensations he feels inside his body.

The song is about a girl who used to be his. It’s about the sharp pain in his chest that  he felt when she had told him. When he had watched her tears run down her face as she apologised repeatedly. Later on, when she ended it, she had put on a cold façade, but he knew it was killing her inside just as much as it did him when he let her go. He was willing to fight, willing to forgive, but she wasn’t.

Even the memory of those emotions hurt and his heavy head feels like it’s going to explode, so he allows himself a break and walks leisurely to the kitchen and takes a shot of vodka, hoping it’ll help. One shot turns into two, and two into three, and so it goes until he decides that he needs to tell her the words he’s got on his mind before he can write more. Shawn has just about sobered up when he finds himself outside her door at two o’clock. She takes a long time to open, and looks utterly shocked when she sees the figure in front of her.

“Don’t do this,” she pleads, shaking her head slowly. She looks defeated as she rubs at her sleepy face.

“Do what? Love you? I can’t stop doing that.” He stills for a second, holding onto the doorframe. “You hurt me so much.” He laughs, and he realises just how sad it sounds when guilt covers her face. “But I still miss you. Even when I think of how you let him touch you, and how he probably fucked you on that couch, where we kissed for the first time.” He peers over her shoulder, pointing at a long sofa on the inside.

“You’re drunk,” she accuses with an upset voice, detecting the alcohol on his breath.

“No, but I was before I came here,” he clarifies before continuing with the words he wants her to know. “I cared for you despite what you did. I still do.” The words hurt to speak, but they are true and Shawn is never more honest than when he’s had a little to drink. It’s embarrassing, really, that he spills his guts after a few beers or a couple of shots. “Why can’t you just let me go?” He groans and she puts her hand over his mouth, muffling his next words so that they are incoherent.

“You’re loud, you smell, and I have neighbours. Get in,” she says sternly, pulling at his arm.

He complies, following her inside and when she turns away to lock the door, he kicks off his shoes, shrugs off his jacket and starts to pull off his shirt.

She gasps when she finds him bare-chested in front of her. “What are you doing?!” She whispers the words, but sounds enraged nonetheless.

“You said I smelled so I’m taking a shower.” Shawn walks right past her to the bathroom, leaving his shirt on her floor. The moment he enters, his eyes fall upon a necklace he had given her half a year ago, hanging on a jewellery tree. It looks dusty, like it hasn’t been picked up in forever. The sight  and the memory feels like a punch to the gut and he falls back against the wall, hitting his head on the cold tiles.

“Shawn,” she whispers next to him.

He doesn’t want to look at her. He can’t because he knows that when he does the tears that have collected in his eyes will fall, and he doesn’t want to cry. With his eyes aimed at the floor, he pushes past her to the edge of the tub and steps in, turning on the shower. The cold water splashes against his face and he shivers as goosebumps appear on his arms and neck, but he remains stationary under the pouring water with his eyes closed. Hands find his shoulders and shake him, and he finally looks at her. She’s standing in front of him in the shower, looking distraught as water bounces off his body and hits her dry clothes.

“How could you?” Shawn says in a low voice, and wonders if he can be heard over the sound of the downpour when she doesn’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” she says eventually. “I never meant to hurt you. I know that doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I knew you deserved better.”

Her words rile him up because he’s tired of her making decisions for him and disregarding how he actually feels. “You don’t!” he yells. The tears burst out without warning and melt in with the water that’s turning warmer by the second. He backs up against the wall to avoid the stream and pushes his hair back over his head. She follows him, stepping closer so that she is where the water is spraying. “You don’t know how I feel, and you don’t know what I want. I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. She is a heartbreaking picture with her sad eyes, hair matted down against her head, and her t-shirt almost as soaked as his pants. But she’s also his heartbreaking picture in a part of his mind that is still in denial.

Before he sees it coming and without thinking, Shawn holds her against the wall and crashes his mouth onto hers. Hesitant lips move against his slowly, but then he’s being pushed back by his shoulders, away from her.  She watches him with longing eyes but her straight arms keep him at a distance until she changes her mind and pulls him into a kiss, pushing him towards the wall. Her hands wrap around the back of his neck and his immediately move to their familiar place at her soft hips.

Fingers press into skin, leaving thick, red lines under the water. Hands pull at hair, limbs, and clothes, and Shawn is shortly naked against her barely dressed body. His muscle memory still knows how to touch her, how to kiss her to make her feel good. Somewhere between the rough kisses and the slow nips at the wet skin of her neck he starts to think, and then he stills. He buries his face in her shoulder and breathes erratically against her neck, just holding her as his eyes fill up with tears again. He already knows that there’s no return for them, but there’s a sliver of hope somewhere in him and that’s what keeps him standing there, next to her as water cascades over them.  

She turns a knob, lowering the water pressure then slides her hands down his back. He shivers from the touch and is reminded that he’s in the nude and his crotch is pressed against her hip. He backs up to look at her; the cautious look on her face, the wet hair against her head, the swell of her lips from his teeth. What he wants is right in front of him and he knows he can’t have it, but he gives in to that sliver of hope that prompts him to close in on her, and he kisses her again. His lips move to her ear and he kisses the lobe and gently tugs at it with his teeth, making her soften against him.

“One last time. Please,” he begs.

“We…” she begins to speak, but moans when Shawn attaches his lips to her neck, just below her ear and sucks. “We shouldn’t.”

Shawn pulls back at her words, knowing that it’d be wrong if he continued. He takes a step back and feels a little uncomfortable standing there naked with a semi as she pierces him with her eyes. But she moves closer and rests her firm palm on his chest, right where his heart is.  Her fingers curl and her nails press against his pec, making his length twitch and he briefly has a mortifying flashback of swimming class CPR lessons when he was paired up with Wendy Steinbeck. She was clad in a tiny bikini and he had had no control of himself whatsoever.

She moves closer slowly until her slippery skin is against his again and his growing length is in between their bodies, the proximity making him harder. Their lips clash together, hands roam bodies, and fingers dig into flesh. Shawn takes a hold of the back of her thigh and picks her up, pressing her up against the tiles. Her fingers wrap around the slide bar attached to the wall quickly and she wraps her thighs around him, pulling him close.

The tip of his erection rubs up against her opening with a light pressure and he groans quietly at the simple relief, and he continues with slow motions of his hips and gets harder with every stroke of her swollen folds. She leaves his neck with purple blotches and he revels in knowing that she wants him marked.

“Let me down,” she says after a while.

She pulls him in by the neck and tugs at damp curls at the back of his head. Shawn falls into her body and catches himself with his palm against the wall, but his face still crashes into hers so that their noses collide.

“Ow!” The pair yelp in unison, then start to laugh as their eyes connect. They laugh in amusement until their laughs turns into melancholic chuckles and Shawn finds himself with his eyes closed and lips just close enough to hers for her hot breath to fan over them.

Her fingernails trace the lines on his stomach and then her hand is wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly with a firm grip. She circles her thumb around his tip where the precome has leaked but is washed away by the water, and Shawn moans at the feeling. He feels dizzy from the pleasure and steadies himself against her body, resting his face in her flushed neck. A low sound slips past her lips when Shawn opens his mouth and starts to suck on the skin on her neck, making him smile at the familiarity of her sounds. He brings a hand down to her sex, pushes her underwear aside and teases her entrance with a finger. His finger sinks into her and he draws it back slowly, sighing when she moans in bliss.

The pace of her hand around his erection quickens and he breathes harshly against her skin. Shawn wraps his fingers around her wrist, stopping her movements. She lets go of his length and it bounces back against him.

“Turn around,” he mumbles.

She turns to face the wall and he places kisses on her shoulder, removing her hair so that her neck is exposed for him to bite at. There are spots of colours on her shoulder and neck when he is done, marks apparent on her skin just like on his. Shawn pulls her hips back against him so that his length is pressed up against her soft bum. She steadies himself with a palm against the wall and reaches back to touch his erection, bringing the head to her entrance. He rubs against her slowly, then pushes into her until he bottoms out as his palm moves down her spine. Her buttocks press back against his crotch and he starts to move inside her leisurely. His lips find her shoulder again and his fingers unclasp her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. He reaches out to her front to take a hold of her breast, stroking her nipples and tugging at them gently and she sighs in response.

They move together in sync as his mouth ravages her shoulders and the top of her back. She turns her head around for sloppy kisses and he slows his movements to languid thrusts as his tongue finds hers and the two desperately claim each other’s mouths. Their bodies move together faster again, her breathing quickens and it’s not long before she comes around him with a hushed moan. Shawn feels himself get closer and he pulls out just in time, coming onto her back as his muscles tighten and his knees shake.

“Sorry for… yeah,” he mumbles.

“It’s fine,” she responds, turning as the water washes away any sign of their actions.


The atmosphere is thick once they get out of her bathroom, both of them wrapped in towels. He follows her to her bedroom and she digs up an old jumper of his at the back of her closet and throws a pair of sweatpants to him that he thinks used to belong to him. They exchange awkward smiles and put on clothes with their backs turned to each other, saying no words. Then they face one another, only to observe, which they haven’t properly done for a long time, but words remain unspoken.

Eventually, Shawn forces himself to say something, “The sun’s up.” He looks past her at the light peeking through the blinds.

She turns to look at her window, then smiles at him. “It is.”

Then silence overcomes them again, and they’re standing six feet apart. The distance feels like torture to Shawn, and he wants to so badly kiss her again, and hold her, and make her his again. But he knows that this is the end for them.

“I should go.”

“Yeah.”

She follows him to the door and watches as he puts on his shoes. When he’s done, his hand holds onto the door handle, but she’s the closest to him that she’s been since they were in the shower together and his stubborn heart still wants more. His eyes flit between her and her lips and she mirrors the action. So he goes for broke; his hands find her cheek and waist and she is swiftly pushed against the door and kissed with all the passion that he can muster. His lips tingle from her rough teeth and tongue as their lips battle. Then he is pulled back to reality and he kisses her slowly, savouring the moment. He pulls back and exhales softly against her lips, giving her room to breathe. She doesn’t chase his touch, doesn’t ask him to kiss her again.

“Do you wanna get breakfast?” He asks this hesitantly, because part of him knows what the answer is, but he still does.

Her silence and the way she looks him in the eye provide the answer he had expected. She moves away from the door and opens it for him. He backs out through it, taking in all of her.

“Goodbye,” she says.


When he gets back home, the words come naturally. The melodies follow right behind accompanied by the notes on his piano. Shawn feels the tune vibrate against his fingertips that press down on the strings of his guitar, and he has a song. His eyes tear up when some lyrics hit so close to home that they tug at his heartstrings. By 7 am he’s singing loud enough to wake up his neighbours, but for once he doesn’t care, because he’s at peace.

He’s just shuffled in underneath his covers when he hears a tone from his phone and it lights up with her name on it.

Fuck.

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31 supercat sounds hilarious (or angsty?)

Kara was drunk again. She was slumped down in her seat, and her head lolled on her shoulders, bobbing from one side to the next and then down between. Her chin bounced against her chest, and she sucked in a gasp, jerking her head back up and blinking her eyes.

“I’m fine,” she said, the words slurring on her tongue. “Completely fine.”

“Completely drunk is more like it.” Alex sighed and slid out of her side of the booth and into Kara’s. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned her cheek against the side of Kara’s head. It was the fourth night in a row that Kara had ended her night at the alien bar, completely trashed, and every night, Alex had come along to keep an eye on her and to clean up the mess. Wipe away Kara’s tears. Listen to her frustrations. Pry her lips off of random aliens who saw nothing wrong with taking advantage of an intoxicated Kryptonian. Indulge her ridiculous desires to play guessing games like I-Spy or shuffle off to the nearby auto graveyard and bench press compact cars for fun. Whatever Kara needed. But it was starting to get a little out of hand, and Alex was beginning to worry that Kara wasn’t going to break out of her funk any time soon. “We should get you home.”

“No,” Kara whined, and Alex rolled her eyes.

“Remember when you were a happy drunk?”

“R’member when I was happy?” Kara hiccuped through the words. A sob became trapped in her chest, and her eyes began to water. “And ’blivious.”

“Oblivious,” Alex said, impressed. “Well, at least this alien alcohol doesn’t affect your vocabulary, just your speech.” She smiled as she teased her. “That and your tear ducts. Overstimulation seems to be a real problem lately. Maybe I should do a work-up.”

Kara snorted out a laugh that quickly turned into sob. This one managed to free itself, and Alex let out another low sigh. 

“Oh, Kara,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down Kara’s arm. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

“No, it’s not.” Kara shook her head, a few strands of her hair smacking across Alex’s face and chest. Alex patted them down and then smoothed them behind Kara’s ear, and waited for her to continue. “I can’t sleep. Can’t eat think.”

“Eat think?” Alex poked Kara’s side. “Is that a thing now?”

“You know what I mean.”

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Nature Family

@ciphernetics did a very very good thing and came up with the best AU idea ever.

I ruined it. Enjoy the ruining.


“David?”

He glanced up, his eyes widening. “Yes, Nikki?”

She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her  eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.

“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”

David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.

Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”

“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!

“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”

Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”

“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”

Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”

“Fucking idiot.”

He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”

He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”

Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.

That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times. 

Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.

“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”

He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”

“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.

Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.

That usually worked.

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Late Night Love//(S.M)

I was falling asleep, but the movement Shawn was causing kept waking me up. He would switch positions and groan in annoyance, for I was getting fed up. “Shawn stop moving!” I say in full frustration turning around to look at him. “sorry” he mutters a frown on his face as he sees my expression. I immedatly feel guilty and move towards him wrapping my arms around his bare torso. “Shawn? Baby what’s wrong?” I ask worried as he doesn’t say anything. I nudge him in the ribs and try to turn him over on his back, but nothing works until Shawn decides to talk. “I’m hungry” he says a low moan falling from his lips. I laugh a little as he says this causing him to let out a small whine. “That’s it? Come on get ready I will take us to the Bakery down town” I tell Shawn placing a kiss on his shoulder and standing up. Shawn shifts onto his back looking at me with a wide grin and his eyes are big. “Nana’s Delicacies?” he asks throwing what ever is on the floor over his body, I nod as he finishes getting dressed. Shawn runs down the stairs and takes the car keys from the bowl and walks out of the house. I run to catch up with him after locking the door, and Shawn gets into the passenger seat handing me the keys. I reverse out of our driveway and start heading down town and I turn my head to see Shawn and he is bouncing his leg up and down. “baby you okay?” I ask as we near Nana’s Delicacies and Shawn’s sends me a smile before looking at the window. Once we enter the bakery the waitress asks us what we would like, Shawn asks for two blueberry muffins and I only ask for coffee. As the pastires are brought to our table Shawn is on his phone barely paying attention to the muffins infront of him. “Y/N, baby, sweetheart” Shawn says as I finally look up. His phone is pointing at me and I send him a smile before reaching over and taking a muffin. As I’m eating Shawn starts talking to no one in particular. “Y/N is the best girlfriend any one could have as for she’s awake at 2 am” Shawn says and I'm  guessing he is on snapchat. “Shawn stop what ever you’re doing and eat your muffins” I tell him as he starts to play footsie with me under the table. Before I know Shawn switches seats and is on my side of the booth. His head is on my shoulder as he stuffs a piece of muffin in his mouth. One of Shawn’s hands intertwine with mine as he continues to eat. “Didn’t I order two?” He asks looking towards the waitress. He turns towards me and sees me taking the last bite of his second muffin. “Hey that’s mine” he says placing his hand under my chin as if he could prevent it from going in my mouth. I chew it very slowly and make a small moaning sound as he stares at me with a playful glare. “Sorry” I tell him kissing his cheek. “Good thing your cute or else I would have been extremely mad” he tells me hand in my knee squeezing every couple seconds. “Being oddly touchy today” I tell him a he places kisses on my cheek. “How can I not when your the queen of my world” he says resuming playing footsie with me under the table. Shawn takes his phone out again and puts on Snapchat. He goes straight to the filters putting in the dog. “Baby brought me to Nana’s Delicacies at 2 in the morning” he places a kiss on my lips before the snap ends. He starts another video as I go up and pay for the pastries and coffee. “Y/N! Baby!” Shawn calls out and the waitress just laughs “I think he’s tired” she stares as I look back and Shawn is trying so hard to keep his eyes open. When I approach the table again he starts another snap. “My queen is ignoring me and my heart took a major hit” he says grabbing his heart and pretending to be shot. “Oh please,” I say into the camera when he faces it towards me. “Come on let’s go sleepy head” I tell him intertwining our hands together and placing a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go! Got to get your cute ass home before another guy does” Shawn says lifting over his shoulder. “Shawn ” I squeal as I see he has Snapchat on again and facing me. “Got this cutie by my side, now I’m coming home to a sexy lady every night— you come home to me every night any ways” I interrupt him turning my head. Shawn playful slaps my bum a few seconds before it ends. “Okay put me down, so I can get your sleepy handsome self home” I tell him as he sets me down as I take out the keys he pulls me against him. “Baby?” “Yes?” “I love your cute self” Shawn whispers into my ear before kissing my exposed neck. “I love you too, Shawn” I tell him placing a kiss on his lips. He pulls away and gets in the car leaving me to shake my head. On the drive home Shawn’s head is on my shoulder as he slowly sings Every Time We Touch by Cassandra. Shawn uses his hand to add a visual to the song and at one point he leans back in his seat. The song changes to Grind On Me and thankfully we are at a stop at the traffic lights seeing as they are red. Shawn unbuckled his seat belt and stands up a little when grind on me lyrics starts he actually starts to grind into the air. I giggle as I see him sending me suggestive winks and a smirk on his face. A car horn is heard and I look up at the traffic lights to see it had turned green. “Wow that was fun” Shawn says trying to catch his breath as we park in our drive way. “Yep fun to see” I tell getting out of the car. Shawn runs behind picking me up and taking the keys away from me and opens the door. He sets me down and runs up to the room with me falling him. I go into the room and see him laying in the bed. “Ay baby what does that ass do!” Shawn says as I change back into my pajamas. “This girl with an ass is going to sleep” I tell him as I snuggle into his chest. “I hope so cause a cutie like you deserves a cutie like me” Shawn says with a sleepy voice and his hands caressing my back. “Go to sleep baby” I whisper into his chest my eyes slowly closing also. He hums in response and cuddles me closer. He’s a handful sometimes, but I love when he is all lovey dovey.

Everyone talks about Clarke drawing Lexa while she is asleep but ever considered how this came to be?
Lexa has a book on her lap, right.. They were probably just sharing the room in silence, Clarke sketching things and Lexa reading, laying down on the couch. Clarke’s charcoal on the paper the only noise in the room. Lexa glancing over her book to look at Clarke mumbling about proportions and anatomy. Hiding a very faint smile with the cover of her book. The gentle scratching of the charcoal making Lexa sleepy. At peace. Clarke hearing a shift in position over Lexa’s spot and glancing up to see she fell asleep. Clarke staring in wonder at Lexa’s calm and steady breathing making her stomach and breasts move oh so slightly. Clarke’s eyes focused on Lexa while her hands reach out for a new paper. She has a whole new drawing idea.

anonymous asked:

"blow me, evans." "okay." "wait, what?"

drunk prompts you’re welcome The cup is still circling the room, every Gryffindor kissing the cup or adding a bit of whatever booze they’re drinking to it five hours after they all trooped back to the common room. Mcgonagall had come up once but she’d been shouted down and agreed that as long as all the younger years were in bed before one the party could go on for a bit longer.

Lily is sat by the fire, sweaty and definitely on hete way towards drunk. Shot glasses keep appearing and she can’t tell if the muggle borns smuggled them in or one of the sixth years is exploiting their transfiguration skills. Either way, she’s not complaining.

“Evans!” Potter appears, escaping from the throng of adoring fourth year girls who all want a dance with the quidditch cup winning captain. He looks happy.

“Alright?” She asks, making room for him on the armchair. There’s an empty sofa next to her but he squeezes into the gap anyway. He’s very close. She’s a bit distracted by that.

“Thought that was my line?”

“You can’t trademark a word.” She tells him, finishing the bottle of fire whiskey in her hand. He raises an eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yes.” She snatches the drink he’s carrying from him, definitely not because it means she has to lean across him to get it.

“Smooth.” He comments as half of it tips down her shirt. Accidentally.

He is blushing and she likes that and she likes him and it’s been far too long since it was just them talking. There’s always other people around. Even their heads office has been clogged up with the others escaping the library. Newts are in a month and every seventh year is spending every second they can working in the library. The heads office has become a refuge from that but for Lily and James it has become another place to escape. It’s never just them. Lily misses that.

“Hey, Evans.” He awkwardly places his arm around her shoulder. “I’m drunk. I think. Maybe tipsy. I don’t know. Can I ask you something?”

She snuggles into his side. “Mhmmm.”

“Will you blow me?”

“Okay.”

“Wait, what?” He almost snaps his neck it whips around so fast to look at her. Lily isn’t sure if he looked happier when the cup was handed to him.

“I said okay. But not right now, I’m sleepy. Tomorrow, after our date.” She wraps her arm around him and rests her head on his chest.

“Date?”

“Shh, I’m sleeping.” She closes her eyes and misses the smile that spreads across his face, bigger than when he scored the winning goal. (Not as big as when she takes his hand the next day on their date.)

actualhamburger  asked:

I love this blog so much! Keep up the goodness. Can I have a companions react to a young!sole complaining that their feet hurt and asking to be carried

Cait: “Well, I’m not gonna feckin’ carry you. I ain’t a caravan you can just ride when you get sleepy.” She glowers. She almost looks a little offended. Between her touch aversion and what she perceives as laziness, it’s not a good time.

Codsworth: “Oh, well… Mx. Sole, I appreciate the request, I’m just not sure I could…” He gestures, rather embarrassed, to his claws and rounded torso. “However, you’re welcome to try?”

Curie: “Oh, Sole, I-” She spreads her hands, looking sheepish. “I wish I could help, but do not think I am capable of carrying you. I feel as though we would both…” She giggled. “… topple over.”

Danse: “You have two feet,” he says sternly. “You can walk just fine on your own.” For all his grumpiness, he is weak to pleading. If Sole begs and whines enough, they’d end up sitting on his power-armored shoulder.

Deacon: “Well, I mean, my back isn’t what it used to be, but.” He squats, holding his arms back. “Hop aboard, kiddo.” Sole climbs on, piggyback, and Deacon winces. “Okay, maybe, maybe- ow, okay- ow, ow, off!”

Dogmeat: Yes. He is a war pup now. So long as Sole is small enough - he can be ridden into battle. If Sole’s a bit too big, he now pulls a sled. A chariot. It is magnificent.

Hancock: He arched one hairless eyebrow. “Alright,” he shrugs. In the blink of an eye, he swoops down and hoists up Sole, the adolescent letting out a sharp yelp. “What?” Hancock smirks, adjusting Sole on his shoulder so Sole is carried like a sack of potatoes. “You didn’t say how I had to carry you.”

Nick Valentine: He sighs, but it’s a good-natured sigh. “You’re lucky I’ve got a soft spot for you, squirt.” He leans down and hoists up Sole. He carries them with his hands under their back and knees, Sole’s arms around his neck.

MacCready: “You can walk just fine,” he scolds. ”I didn’t have anyone to carry me when I was your age. In fact, back when I was in Little Lamplight…” He goes on. And yes, he just did that. He just pulled a Dad.

Piper: “Sure, sure.” She nods. “But, I mean. To make it fair, you’ve got to promise that you’ll carry me at some point. Just to be egalitarian about it.” She bats her eyelashes innocently. “Where are you going?”

Preston: “Sure thing, sport.” He kneels down and picks Sole up on his back. The piggyback may be tiring, but it’s also kind of enjoyable, in a way. Preston likes kids, and there’s a part of him that thinks it’s kind of sweet.

Strong: “STRONG WILL CARRY.” He hoists Sole up and sits them down on his shoulders, Sole’s arms around his head, legs around his neck. Strong is surprisingly okay with this arrangement.

X6-88: He stops in his tracks, fixing Sole with a strange, sunglass-shielded glare. “No,” he says. Then continues walking. Sole suddenly doesn’t feel so tired anymore.

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16, SuperCat

Accidentally falling asleep on the couch together

When Cat called with a shaking voice and a bit of a weary, desperate tone, Kara didn’t hesitate.  She didn’t argue that she was no longer Cat’s assistant and she didn’t offer to pass the message off to Eve.

Instead, she apologized to Alex and Maggie, zipped to Cat’s penthouse to gather the requested items and landed in an alley behind the ambulance bay.

She didn’t stop at the reception desk, but instead made her way to the elevator and pressed 8.  Oncology.  The word stared at her from the elevator panel, filling her thoughts with worst-case scenarios and causing her stomach to clench unpleasantly.

She stepped off the elevator and found the nearest nurse’s station.  She was just about to ask for assistance when a familiar voice called out to her from down the hall.  

“Kara.”

She spun and melted at the sight before her.  Cat looked positively wrung out.  Her linen pants and wrap shirt looked more comfortable than her usual attire, but it was rumpled and a bit out of place when contrasted to the dark circles that outlined Cat’s eyes and the red of her fingertips where she’d clearly been wringing them together for far longer than even she had realized.

“Miss Grant, hi.  I’ve got everything you asked for.”  She held up the duffel bag helplessly.

Cat nodded in answer and disappeared into a room.  Kara followed.

Once inside the room, Kara found herself schooling her features and slipping back into assistant mode effortlessly.  Don’t show emotion.  Help Cat.  Process later.  She flashed a reassuring smile to the curly-headed boy in the bed, who looked up from his tablet and matched her grin.

“Hi Kara.”

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Could you do 41 for clexa please?

The sun pressed against her eyelids, stirring her from sleep. Lexa opened her eyes and blinked against the light filtering through the half-open window. She yawned and stretched, uncurling her limbs and extending until she popped in places and pulled in others. The bedroom air was cold against the bare flesh of her chest, and she pulled the blankets back up to cover herself. The warm body beside her drew her in like a magnet, and Lexa rolled toward Clarke. She shifted up on her elbow and looked down at the mess of blonde hair hiding Clarke’s face.

She was content to simply look at her, feel the way this moment, every moment rolled around inside. The way it planted and spread. The way it grew, and how full she felt with it. It was fifth night in a row that she had gone to bed with Clarke, the fifth morning she had woken up next to, and Lexa was alive with the feeling. She was shaken, vibrating with the hum of touch and taste and tenderness.

“Stop staring, creeper.”

A smile tugged at Lexa’s lips, a raspy laugh slipping through as Clarke’s words sent a strand of blonde hair flying. It fell back into place just before Clarke pushed her hair off her face and looked at Lexa with tired blue eyes. She rubbed at the corner of one, picking away tiny flakes of crust.

“I was just thinking,” Lexa said, sliding her hand over Clarke’s hip under the covers.

Clarke shifted closer. “About what?” The words were broken by a yawn.

“You,” Lexa said, drawing circles down Clarke’s thigh with her index finger. “Us.” She shrugged her shoulder and smiled. “How waking up next to you makes me feel.”

“Oh yeah?” A sleepy smile spread over Clarke’s lips, and her hand found Lexa’s stomach under the sheet. She ran her fingers over defined abs, up over Lexa’s bare chest, and back down again. “How’s that?”

Lexa shook her head, a slow back and forth, and stared down at Clarke. Stared like she was trying to memorize every angle. She was. “I feel like I can’t breathe.” 

Clarke’s fingers froze. Her gaze shot back to Lexa’s, and Lexa felt that one look in every part of her. “At the same time,” she whispered, “it’s like I’ve never breathed deeper in my entire life.”

The slow collapse of Clarke’s body, of the tension in her muscles, of the line in her brow, made Lexa feel liquid. That gentle caving embraced and rocked her, turned her soft and easy. She closed her eyes as Clarke’s fingers skated up the length of her and brushed over her cheek. Linger at her lips. Stroked down her neck.

“Sounds like I’ve been wreaking quite the havoc on your body,” Clarke said, and Lexa laughed. She nodded and opened her eyes again, looked at the beauty girl beside her, coated in morning sun and touching her with such tender care.

“You have,” she said, and Clarke smiled.

She traced Lexa’s jaw, tugged at her earlobe. “I think you might love me, Lexa Woods,” she whispered, and Lexa sucked in a sharp breath. She let it out in a slow stream, a simple kind of surrender, and rested her cheek in Clarke’s palm.

“Maybe I do.”

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Southside princess (part5)


You got home feeling sad and angry, the way fp looked at you. You couldn’t keep it together anymore. Once you got inside you didn’t know what came over you. Seeing a picture of your dad with fp made you so angry you throw it across the room. Hearing the smash of the glass made you feel good so you grabbed the next thing doing the same feeling better. You didn’t stop until the whole trailer was destroyed feeling great. That was until you slipped on shards of mirror cutting your arms. Quickly leaving the smashed up trailer when you saw the neighbour watching you, wrapping a jacket round your arm with the deepest wound you went to one of your safe places. At the park you sit under the light wincing as you pull out the thin long piece off glass out your arm, with the adrenaline running through your body you didn’t feel the pain or notice the amount of blood you was losing.

FP went to the drive in to find jughead when he hadn’t answered his phone too hoping you was there and told him not to answer his dad. Banging on the door his son came out sleepy from being woken up. “please tell me y/n is here” jughead was more awake when he heard the panic in his father’s voice. “no, why what did you do this time” he asked in an accusing tone and a look to match. Fp sat on the wall with his head in his hands, “y/n left mine pissed off with me, so I went to find her try to say sorry, I walked to her van but she wasn’t there the place was smash up I think she did it herself and the was blood on the floor leading out the trailer, we tried to follow it but it stopped I’ve got the serpents looking I just hoped she was here” fp looked at his son almost crying. Jughead got dressed and took fp to the one place y/n went when she was upset, the play park.

FP saw you sitting on the swing looking at the floor as he got closer he saw your tear stained face starring into the ground. You looked at him when you hear approaching footsteps, standing feeling dizzy (you put it down to the alcohol forgetting about your arm) Jug stop looking at the blood pool under the swing went to shout don’t move but you was already standing on your feet. “What are you doing here fp get away from me” you pushed him hard but he didn’t move “I hate you I fucking hate you Jones” you shouted blinking as white spots filled your eyes. jug watched as you fainted into fps arms. His dad gently lay you down screaming your name begging for you to speak and open your eyes has he cradled you crying before scooping you. Jughead opened the truck as fp carried you in driving to the hospital. The drive was quite fp focused on the road driving fast wiping tears from his face. Jug held the jacket tightly on your arm stopping the bleed. He’d never seen his dad like this before, then it hit him he was wrong the serpent y/n wasn’t into the guy from the drive in but his dad.

At the hospital the father and son sat waiting for news about y/n. Fp hadn’t stopped stirring at the same black mark at the bottom of the wall in front of him. Jughead had texted Archie and the others telling them what had happen that you was okay but needed a blood transfusion and a lot of stitches. He’d also answered his dad’s phone telling the serpents you had been found and his dad was staying with her. “how long,” fp looked at his son puzzled “how long have you loved her” jug finished his question. “a while now but it changed when she moved, it grew. When did you work it out?” fp looked at his son they sheared a small smile.” i worked it out when she wouldn’t look at your photo, I thought something was off but put it down to her not so secret crush but with the way y/n i knew it was more, then I saw you with her tonight it sort of hit me you love her back" jughead told his dad. Fp nodded, he couldn’t lie to his son and he couldn’t lie to himself anymore he was in love with y/n.

The nurse came out looking for the Jones boys who had brought you in, “she’s okay gonna have a scar but she’ll be okay, we’ve sedated her so she’s asleep you can go in and see her now but only one of you”. They both smiled and thanked her. Jug looked at his dad “you go in I’ll wait outside for you” fp nodded about to walk away “dad,” he called making fp turn back “I’ve never seen you like this since mum fix it don’t loss it” jug gave his had a smirk and a nod before walking out. Fp walked into your room looking at you sleeping with drips of blood and clear fluids in your arm. He sat down looking at the bandages around your wrists the blood that had soaked though. The sight of you like that made him cry, holding your hand in both of his. He didn’t know how long he’d sat next to you thinking about everything that had happened the last few weeks. He sighed looking at you thinking you couldn’t hear him “jughead is right, he’s a smart kid, much smarter than me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before y/n, I promise when your up and okay I’ll make you know how much you mean to me if you’ll have me” he said clutching your hands to his lips.

He sat there all night and all day again, talking to you telling you of the dates and places he wanted to take you like the nice restaurant outside of riverdale,or the drive in for a cosy sweet date with blankets and lots of sweets staying until everyone had left so you could sit and stargaze. it was around about 2am more then 24 hours since you arrived fp was sent home telling him he also needed to rest for when you woke up. he got back seen Sam and Jack had already started cleaning up your home. Fp was thankful for it and help them finish. Once your home was clean fp and the others went back to his and opened a bottle of whiskey, when the bottle was gone he passed out on the bed. His dreams became nightmares as replayed the vision of you in his head, how your kisses turned into the sight of you in the truck bleeding over his van how he didn’t save you in time how the last words you said was “I hate you Jones”. Fp Jones tossed and turn for the next few hours haunted in his drunken dreams.

You wake just before sunrise when a cheery nurse came in not long after “and how are we feeling this morning you had a few people worried” her voice was high and happy. You groan blinking the sleepy fog from your eyes. “I’m okay I think” you answered her looking at the neat white bandages around your arms. “do you remember how you got here” she asked taking notes and shining a light in your eyes “Erm no I was in the park” you stopped taking thinking if fp was really in the park or just something your brain had been making it up then you remember jughead in the back of a car telling you to stay awake. “was I brought in by a boy in a crown shaped beanie?” you asked the blonde haired woman.
“yes him and another man, we had to force him to go home he refused to leave you for a whole day and more” she laughed, you smiled thinking poor jughead was with you making a mental note to thank him. After a check over and some food the hospital was happy to let you go home. Giving you a phone to use, you start to dial the first few numbers of fps number before hanging up and redialling jugheads number. After ten minutes Archie and jug was outside waiting for you. Giving both of them a hug you all go to pops, jug gives Archie a look to make him leave. Once he made his excuse he needed to see Veronica jug looked at you making you nervous.

“I know about you and my dad ” he said with a smirk, one that reminded you of fp. You sighed drinking some of your milkshake using the straw to stair it so you didn’t have to look at him. “what ever the was its over I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I kissed your dad” jug frowned at your words but quickly softened his face. “What you mean it’s over now” he asked still not sure exactly what’s happened between you and his father. “jug, he doesn’t want me he’s made it clear I’m just a kid a princess with a silly crush in his eyes so I’m gonna move away from the Southside I have money and forget him” you say trying to convince yourself more then your best friend who could see right through you. “don’t” jug said drinking his milkshake as you look at him waiting for a reason. “he loves you y/n I saw it the other night in the park, he told me about his feelings, he stayed with you for hours at the hospital” your mind races as jug talks ‘he told jug about his feelings the Jones men don’t talk about feelings’ you think. Then a voice hit you the sweet voice of the nurse saying how your visitor had been force to leave, you had ashamed it was jughead “wait it was fp who was in the hospital” you ask unsure Jug nods. “he can be a jerk but he cares about you y/n more than anyone else” jug looked sad. You thought about his relationship with his dad “he cares about you too juggie he always talks about you take your own advice and talk to him” jug nodded finishing his drink.

You went home thinking about all the stuff jug had said. Trying the handle on your door it was locked, why is it locked its never locked you think trying the handle again but just as before the metal didn’t move rattling as you pulled. Patting down your pockets you remember you didn’t have your keys turning round, mumbling a sting of swear words you walk to fps trailer. Inside you saw Jack and Sam asleep on the couches and fps bedroom door shut. You started looking round for your keys, after searching the living room, looking on and under the tables in little pots on the sides trying not to wake the two boys. next you checked the kitchen finding nothing. fed up you leaned against the kitchen counter making a bottle fall making a loud clank. Looking over at the two still sleeping serpent you bent to pick up the bottle.

“hello princess” you jumped hearing fps voice behind you. Looking at his sleepy face as he rubbed his eyes “are you okay” he asked with nothing but concern in his voice. “Sorry didn’t mean to wake you and Yeah I’m okay” you said feeling embarrassed about everything that had happened not just ending up in hospital, but breaking Cheryl’s nose, trashing the trailer. Leaning against the door-frame he looked you up and down like how he used to “how come your here? Why didn’t you call me I would picked you up from the hospital” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders telling him how you thought it was jug who had sat after what the nurse had said “thanks for staying with me by the way” you smile weakly. “I was worried I wanted to be there when you woke up but” you finished his sentence “but the staff kicked you out”. Fp chuckled with a smile.

 
Fp walked over and hugged you, at first you was unsure about his sudden affection but quickly returned it. He kissed the top of you head making you ease into his chest as he mumbled sorry. You looked at him peering down at you with deep brown eyes, lost in them you felt his lips crash on yours. You kiss fp back with force and eagerness, as he lifted you onto the counter. He stopped moving his head back looking at you, “if you dare say we can’t or you shouldn’t be doing this I swear fp I’m gonna” you stopped your threat when you seen him smiling laughing his grip on your waist tightened. “no I was going to ask if this means you don’t hate me anymore?” you look at him smiling “well that’s still debatable Jones"trying to hold in your laughter. "hmm” he said looking down “I’m sorry for messing you around but I wanna show you how much i care about you and want to see if and what happens with us” he said each word with so much meaning. “Well I said it’s still debatable I’m still pissed at you” he could tell by your smirk and giggle you didn’t mean it but decided he’d play along “would you still be pissed at me if I do this?” He started kissing your neck working slowly up your jawline “or this” he mumbled as his kiss moved to your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck humming into to the more softer, loving kiss. The kitchen door opened with a tied looking Sam walking through. Fp acted the same has had done last time you was both in the kitchen, he backed away so fast like he didn’t want anyone see you to together. Like he was ashamed of you. You exhaled loudly and angrily as Sam spoke.

“your kid is here to see you fp” Sam said in half a yawn with jughead just behind him. “give us a minute I’ll be out now” he said watching you slide off the counter clearly angry. “what’s wrong y/n” he asked “to answer your question earlier yes I do still hate you more so if possible” you scream at him. “what’s wrong what have I done i thought we was okay now?” he asks slightly offended by your sudden change in attitude “I don’t wanna be some secret your ashamed of, to be pushed away like some unwanted groupie whenever someone walks in the room, no more I’m done!” you shout opening the kitchen door seeing jugheads worried/confused look “your right he is a jerk!” you stormed out the front door not looking back. Fp went to run after you but his son grabbed him “dad don’t just leave her, please! you going will only make it worse” fp stopped struggling and agreed Sam now wide awake told the Jones boys he’d find you.

Sam had court up to you quickly “where you going?” He asked “home! Anywhere where fp Jones isn’t!” you snap at him. Sam chuckled “your not going home it took us all night to clean up after your temper tantrum” he grabbed your shoulders “how about we go the bar you can take your frustration out on a few games of pool” you nodded agreeing. Inside you set you the table talking to Sam about everything that had happened with fp. “Well that explains his change in attitude” Sam says casually bending over to take his shot. When he looks you at for you to take your go “what change” you question him still continuing the game. “Well he’s quite a lot or he’s annoyed mainly at silly small things. also Why he looked like he wanted to kill me when we come back from that deal and you hugged me” he said frowning as he couldn’t make his next shot. You both laugh taking about random thing as you played and won the game.

 
Back at the trailer, fp and jughead had spoken about their relationship, and after promising to change jughead gave his father a second chance. The two of them woke and kicked out jack and started to tidy around fp pouring away the reminding alcohol telling himself he’s quitting for jug. “What did you do wrong this time with y/n” jug asked “she’s such a princess” fp chuckled then told jug what happened in the kitchen though he already knew after hearing you “you heard her she hates me I’ve fucked up big time this time”. Jug shook his head “your an idiot she loves you it’s what got her so upset she thinks you don’t love the the way she loves you that your embarrassed what everyone will think that you think shes a child” jughead explained. “i dont think shes a child i think shes incredible” for the next hour they spoke about y/n. Jughead helping his dad come up with an idea to win you back.

At the Whyte Wyrm you had beaten Sam in 4 out of 6 games of pool when fp walked in. He walked over to you but you grabbed you coat and Sam’s arm heading the bar dragging Sam along with. “your not using me make fp jealous are you?” Sam asked with a smirk but you didn’t return it instead you was thinking of a way to leave. “he’d have to care first to be jealous” you say before telling Sam you wanted to get your keys while fp was in the bar. Outside jug was waiting for you, he held out his arms stopping you from leaving “jug please I want to go home” you told him hoping he would just let you be. “gonna be a bit hard as my dad has your key it’s one of the reasons why where here” he tells you as you groan turning round. You begrudge going back inside, talking and facing fp. You scan the bar and can’t see him, walking towards where the other serpents are you hear y/f/s start to play looking to the jukebox you see jughead now standing. Fp appears at the top of the stairs coming down, he walks over to you with a smile hugging you, you try to push back but he holds you tighter “y/n I’m sorry for earlier and the past few weeks I’ve acted like an idiot” you grunt in agreement “you got that right Jones your defiantly an idiot! just give me my key so I can leave” you tell him keeping your voice strong and mean. 

“y/n please forgive me I love you” you look at him with a softened face but still wary looking over at jug who was full of smiles giving you a thumbs up in a mocking way, fp touches your face grabbing your attention again as he shouts louder so the whole bar can hear him “I love you y/n and I don’t care who knows it anymore I can’t be without you I love you! your my southside princess” he smirked lowering his voice “and I know you love me too” his face pleading for a response, looking at everyone now stirring at you and fp who has his hand out to you. “let me show you your the most important girl no woman in my life y/n” you take his hand slowly hoping this was real as he pulls you into a kiss. The gang and few girls in the bar start whistling and whooping you both. When he pulled away you felt bliss, fp stroked your cheek you sweetly looked you to him “I love you too Forsythe Pendleton Jones” you both go to your normal table  where Sam and jug are sat waiting “finally” jug said “about time Sam said at the same time. you and fp both giggled looking at each other agreeing with the boys, you both finally got the person you wanted for such a long time.

The end



Thank you to everyone who read this I will be making more Riverdale imagines soon also im working on another mini series that should continue from this. if you want to be tagged in any of my riverdale or teen wolf story’s just inbox me thank you all again xoxox 


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Painkiller (Part 2)

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1

Originally posted by soldier-ofwinter

Your eyes fluttered open so suddenly you almost jumped up from the bed.

But you couldn’t, since you were so melted into each other with Sirius – an arm lost in your hair, an other lazily around your waist whilst your hand wrapped around his biceps. With a rapid heartbeat, you slowly looked up to see as he’s sound asleep, mouth slightly open, his breaths accompanied by low hummings. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from a giggle; he’s look like a little kid, sleeping like this. As carefully as you could, you crawl out from the bed and from his arms, trying not to wake up your friend.  

Your friend, whom you just kissed a few hours ago so easily like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your friend, who just laughed at you and probably will make fun of you later too. You stood in front of your bed, watching him with concerned eyes, trying to figure out what you should do. He growled in his sleep, making you almost fell down, so you decided to go down to the common room.

It was early afternoon, so your friends were already there, sitting near to each other. Lily immediately jumped up when she noticed you, examining your face with worry in her eyes.

„Y/N! Are you okay, How’s your head? How are you feeling?”

Smiling at her reaction, you sat down next to Remus. „I’m completely fine. Calm down.”

„You know, Lily,” – James started after Lily let out big, heavy sigh, sitting back next to him, - „you should make me that potion too. Seems really good, I want to try it.”

„Don’t even think about it!” – she hissed. – „And it was an accident, by the way.”

You exchanged a quick glance with her. Well, it wasn’t an accident; in fact, you begged her to make to potion stronger, since your head felt like it’s gonna explode.

„Where is Sirius anyway? He didn’t show up any of our classes.” Remus asked; a smug grin appeared on James’ face. Oh, really, you told him about Sirius…

„He’s, uh, asleep. In my bed.”

In a moment when these words left your mouth, James jumped up, sitting down next to you and embracing your shoulders, the smirk still on his face with a cocked eyebrow. „What happened?”

With your gaze fixed on your hands, you felt as your cheeks became red and hot. „Nothing? I mean, he helped me to get in my bed and… I don’t know. He probably just wanted to stay with me to see if I was okay.”

„But you don’t remember?” Lily asked in surprise.

„Erm, no, not really.” – you lied as you found the perfect excuse, but Lily just frowned – she was suspicious.

With narrowed yes, James went on. „But you do remember what you told me, don’t you?”

„No, sorry.” – you lied again, avoiding his eyes, and that was when Sirius arrived.

„Pefect! Pads, care to tell us what happened our little dear here? Because she don’t remember anything.”

Sirius stopped dead at James’ words, the little grin what was on his face disappeared completely. You looked away, hoping your cheeks not as red anymore as you felt.

„You don’t remember?” His voice was unusually weak and low – probably from the sleep, you thought. You just shook your head.

„Nothing special. I stayed until she fell asleep, and I was sleepy too, so…”

As you slowly looked at his direction, you saw he’s avoiding everyone’s eyes too – especially yours. It was almost like it hurt him that you don’t remember.

Remus broke the silence. „Let’s go to dinner. I’m hungry.”

„Yeah, me too. Like a wolf.” Sirius said smugly, causing Remus let out a big sigh. You all stood up, laughing, until you spoke up.

„You will never forget these jokes, will you?”

„Don’t think so. My memory is quite good, you know.” – he scoffed.

Drama Queen Sirius was sometimes entertaining, sometimes annoying, but now, when you were there reason and you felt guilty anyway, it simply hurt.

You didn’t eat much and were speechless all the time. The boys chattering and laughing around you and Lily’s burning, worrying gaze on you made you to stood up after ten minutes.

„I am still a little bit dizzy, I rather go to take a nap.” You rushed out before anyone could say anything to you.

„So, now she’s gone, tell us what really happened.”

„What are you talking about, Lily? She told quite the same that Padfoot.” James added, brows furrowed.

„Oh, and if she truly didn’t remember anything, why she doesn’t care what she told you? And you were an arsehole with her Sirius. So yes, something happened.”

„I wasn’t an arsehole.” – he protested, pointing at her with his fork. „Really, what did she say to you, Prongs?”

„I can’t tell you, mate.”

Sirius tilted his head, eyes narrowed. „Tell me and I’ll tell what happened.”

„Deal. You first.” James said after a few seconds hesitation.

„No, you first.”

„No, you first.”

„No, you…” Sirius started again, but Lily cut them off.

„Oh, for Merlin’s sake, she’s in love with you!”

Everyone fell silent, with the exception of Remus, who was still calmly eating his dinner. „Well, that was really obvious.”

Sirius snorted at him before he turned to Lily. „And you knew?”

„She’s my best friends, what do you think?”

„Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend too.” – he fumed, causing Lily to rolling her eyes.

„Same reason I didn’t tell her that you love her too.”

James choked back his laugh.

„I… never… said anything like that.”

„Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t have to.” Lily smiled, patting Sirius’ hand.

Slowly, a huge grin appeared on his face. „Is that so?” – he said, standing up and leaving the Great Hall.

„Hey, you didn’t tell us what happened!” – James tried to call after him, but he just waved his hand.


You buried your head into your pillow as you lying on your bed, with a fuzzy blanket over you. The only thing that made you feeling dizzy were your thoughts, but you were interrupted when the door of your dorm slammed open. 

„Lily, I said I’m fine.” – you hummed lazily before you felt a heavy weight on your bed. That’s surely not Lily.

You turned around, seeing Sirius sitting next to you with his back agains the headboard, a light smirk stucked on his face. With a sigh, you sat up next to him.

„What now?”

„No need to be so hostile, darling. I just want to make sure you are okay.”

„I am.” You were playing with your fingers, carefully to not looking at him. There were a few seconds silent before he said,

„So you don’t remember what happened, do you?”

You slowly shook your head, still not looking at him, which was really hard; he was so close to you now you could feel his breath on your face. „Nope. I don’t.”

He leaned even closer, whispering into your ear. „Want me to help to remember?”

You turned your head to look into his darkened eyes, but said nothing. As you felt yourself blushing under his gaze, you looked down, but he lifted your chin up and kissed you slowly, just a few seconds long before he pulled back.

„It was something like this, I believe. Except, you don’t flushed earlier.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him, turning your head away, but he cupped your cheeks so you couldn’t escpace from his gaze.

„I love you too.” – he whispered and your mouth fell slightly open.

„What… how… what? how’d you… what?” – you stuttered, making him laugh.

„Lily told me you love me. And you told James who’d told me anyway, so don’t be angry at her. And I know you remember what happened.”

So many emotions and thoughts waved through you as he sat next to you, watching you carefully with a kind but smirk-like smile, and since you were still loss of words, you leaned on and kissed him. And this time it wasn’t slow, neither short.

„I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know you feel the same.” – you apologized after pulled away, arms wrapped around each other.

„S’okay.” – he whispered, still inches from your mouth. „Think we can fell asleep like this and you’ll remember tomorrow?”

„Very. Funny. Really.” – you said, laughing as hit him with your pillow after every word. He grabbed the pillow and threw it away, hugging you to himself tightly.

„Stay.” – he mumbled into your hair as you were on top of him, and of course, you had no intention of leaving.


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anonymous asked:

Pair meet each going to adopt a puppy at a shelter

Dex had just finished taking the last of the older dogs for their walk and had settled them in their kennel with a rawhide when he heard the bell over the door chime. Cursing because he was hot and sweaty and doing an amazing impression of a tomato, Dex hurried up to the front, hoping it was someone who actually planned to adopt. When he stepped out, he was not at all prepared for someone that attractive to be waiting and checking out the pictures of the animals.

Dex hung up the leash in his hand and tried to remember how to do his job. “Um…hi. Can I help you?”

Dex and the hot guy were about the same height so it meant that when the hot guy turned around, he could stare right into eyes that seemed to sparkle with concealed amusement. “Yeah, I wanted to adopt a dog.”

“Great!” Dex put on his brightest smile and moved out from behind the counter. “If you follow me, I can take you to the kennel. We’ve got lots of great dogs looking for a great owner.”

As he opened the door, Dex cringed. He’d been so flustered by that 5 o’clock shadow and the tattoo on a strong, muscled arm that he’d forgotten to ask for a name or even give his own. “I’m Dex, by the way. If you have any questions, I mean.”

There was a soft chuckle from behind him. “I’m Derek, though my team calls me Nursey.”

The moment they walk into the kennel all the dogs start barking at the newcomer and Dex smiles. He loves seeing them all get excited and eager for someone to possibly take them home.

Once the dogs had quieted down, Dex asked. “Team?”

Derek smiled at him and Dex felt his heart start to beat faster. “I’m on the Samwell hockey team. Just got offered a room at the Haus and after a bit of prodding and pleading, I got them to agree to let me have a dog.”

“Well, I’m sure we can find the perfect dog for you and your team.”

“I hope so. I want all the guys to think that I’m chill and nothing gets to me, you know? And I think a dog will help me stay relaxed.” Derek’s cheeks went red. “I’m going to shut up now and stop rambling.”

Dex gave Derek a genuine smile. “No. It’s okay. I definitely understand. It’s part of why I started working here. Being around the dogs really helps. My friends say I can be a little high strung and..” Dex peeked over at Derek and bit his lip, “and you don’t need to know all that. You go to Samwell too?”

“Yup! I’m a sophomore and still have no idea what major I want to pick.” Derek nudged Dex with his shoulder. “Now show me some dogs. Maybe someone who’s as ‘chill’ as I like to pretend to be?”

“Do you like big dogs? Little dogs? Certain breeds?” Dex pointed to a few of the kennels and when he didn’t get a response, he remembered a pair of dogs who had recently been abandoned. He reached out for Derek’s hand and pulled him over. “Actually, I think I have just the dog for you.”

Inside the kennel, Dex brought Derek to was a sleepy basset hound and another larger dog which seemed to be a mutt. “Josie here is probably one of the most ‘chill’ dogs we’ve ever had come in. I think she might be perfect for you. Do you want to meet her?”

Derek blushed and knelt down to get a good look at Josie. She lifted her head and regarded the newcomer before shuffling over and sniffing at Derek’s outstretched hand before letting out a soft bark. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

“Stay right here and I’ll grab a leash.” Dex could hear Derek talking quietly to Josie as he fetched the leash and when he came back, Derek was sitting on the floor in front of the kennel, still talking. “You two seem close already.”

Derek stood and let Dex get Josie out of the kennel. He ran a hand through his hair and Dex watched the hand a moment, almost forgetting to hand over the leash. Once Derek had the leash, Josie padded around his legs and sat.

Derek knelt again and ran a hand over Josie’s ears and sighed. “I think you’re right.” Josie licked at Derek’s fingers and Derek smiled. “She’s the one. I’ll take her.”

“Great! Follow me out to the front and we’ll get you set up. Josie here has already been spayed and her shots are up to date. So there’s not too much you need to do.”

As they walked toward the front, there was a bark from the kennel Josie had been in and both Derek and Dex looked over to see Josie’s mate scratching at the door.

“What’s his story?”

“Jack? He and Josie came from the same house. We figure they were friends and lived in the same house. They’ve been close since they came in.”

Derek’s face fell. “I’d hate to separate them. Especially since they were raised together.”

Dex bit his lip. “Actually, you don’t have to worry. I was planning on adopting Jack soon.”

Derek beamed at Dex, happiness sparkling from his eyes. He took a step closer to Dex and leaned in close. “That’s great! Maybe we could get the dogs together to let them play?”

Dex knew his face was red again, but the way Derek’s words moved over his skin was electric. “I’d like that. After we fill out your paperwork, I can give you my number?”

“I’d like that.” Derek followed Dex out front and filled out the paperwork. Once he’d finished, he looked up to find Dex holding out a post-it note. “What’s that?”

“My number. If you still want it.”

Dex started to pull his hand back, but Derek caught him and took the post-it. “I do. Was gonna hand you my phone so you could put your number in, but this definitely works too.”

Running a hand through his hair, Dex tried to think of any reason to get Derek to stay a little longer. “I hope everything works out with Josie. She’s a great dog.”

Josie was leaning against Derek’s legs, tongue lolling out happily. “I think she’s going to be the perfect fit.” Derek took a deep breath and look Dex in the eye. “I know this is probably stupid, but is there any way you would want to come with me and help me pick out some supplies? That is if you’re done here or could take a break?”

“I can do that. Let me just tell my boss. My shift’s just about done anyway.”

Derek’s face lit up and he shooed Dex toward the door. “Go, go.”

Dex laughed and hurried back to let his boss know he was leaving and then hurried back to where Derek was waiting. “We’re all set. There’s a pet store just down the street that has a great selection.”

They walked out together, Josie plodding along behind them.

kaguyaice  asked:

What about the kids seeing their dad's bedheads for the first time In the mornings? Family au ftw!

Okay so we already know how Daddy Shiro looks like with a bedhead lmao

[The Voltron Family] The first time the kids saw their daddies bedheads was the first time Hunk woke up early to pee and decided he was already hungry at 6 in the morning. Like any logical 6 year old, he went to the master bedroom. He looked at the bed and was surprised.

Those were not his new daddies—at all. 

Panicked at the sight he saw, he held onto his hands anxiously and went to Lance’s room to wake him up to let him know of their current predicament which was: MISSING DADDIES REPLACED BY UNKNOWN MEN.

Hunk: Lance! Lance! Wake up! *shakes Lance*
Lance: *stirs in bed* *opens eyes* What?
Hunk: Daddy Shiro and Daddy Keith are missing! *whisper shouts*
Lance: *squints suspiciously* You’re lying. They’re in their room.
Hunk: I’m not!!! *panics* They’re not in their room. But there are weird people on their bed. Burglars.
Lance: *sits up quickly* *eyes widens* Have they been daddynapped?!  
Hunk: I think so too. C’mon. We need to find them.
Lance: *nods* *gets out of bed* We need to do something about the bad people first. *looks around and takes a stuffed toy*
Hunk: What are you doing with with a stuffed bunny?
Lance: I don’t see yourself preparing to go to war, Hunk. *snarky*

The two kids silently made their way towards the master bedroom, tip-toeing, feeling like ninjas. Lance claimed he was Naruto and Hunk was Sakura (”Why am I Sakura?!” “Because you can’t be bad like Sasuke!”)

As soon as they entered the room, they stared at the unknown men probably burglars sleeping in their daddies’ bed. One man stirred and draped their hand over the other one to snuggle even more.

Hunk: *tilts head* They are quite cute to be bad people, Lance.
Lance: *readies his bunny* That’s what they’d like you think, Hunk! Okay, whenever you’re ready—
Hunk: What exactly are we going to do? I don’t have anything with me. *looks at himself* *empty handed*
Lance: *looks around* *takes a book from the headboard* Here.
Hunk: *soft gasp* You want me to use this on them?!
Lance: *nods* Yeah. They daddynapped our daddies and replaced them. Thinking they could fool us. Ha. Too bad we’re smart kids. Now c’mon. 

They slowly tip-toed towards the bed, their chosen weapons ready, when suddenly they heard something.

Pidge: DADDY SHIROOOOO!!!!!!! 

Hunk and Lance stopped in their tracks and turned towards Pidge who was standing by the door, rubbing her eyes looking like she just cried. 

Shiro: *instantly sits up* *sleepy eyes* *looks at Pidge* Sweetheart?
Lance and Hunk: *shocked* DADDY SHIRO?
Shiro: *turns to the boys* Hunk? Lance? 
Keith: *sits up slowly* *rubs his eyes* What is going on? *looks at Hunk and Lance* What are you doing?
Pidge: *waddles her way to the bed* Daddy Shiro.
Shiro: *picks her up and hugs her* There, there, baby girl. Daddy’s here. 

It took a while for the whole thing to settle in until Lance broke the weird atmosphere with a boisterous laugh.

Lance: Oh my gosh! HAHHAHAHA Daddy Shiro! Your hair! *points* Daddy Keith’s hair is even worse!!
Keith: Rude child. *tries to fix his hair*
Lance: *continues laughing* Hunk thought you were burglars!!
Shiro and Keith: Burglars? 
Hunk: *embarrassed* I didn’t recognized you with your bed hair. 
Keith: *smiles fondly* I see. *turns to Shiro* IF SOMEONE DIDN’T PLAY WITH MY HAIR LAST NIGHT AND GOT RID OF MY PONYTAIL—
Shiro: *guilty* Hey, hey! Don’t blame me for loving your hair.
Keith: *rolls eyes* How you loving my bed head now? *grumbles*
Shiro: *smiles sickeningly sweet* I think you’re still gorgeous, Keith.
Keith: Liar. Says the Roman god who looks good with his bedhead. 

Hunk and Lance just laughed as they joined the three of them in bed. Hunk decided he needed to fix his Daddy Keith’s hair—or at least tried to tame it. Lance, however, really loved how funny Daddy Shiro’s hair looked like. 

Lance: You’re like new people with your bed hair. *laughs*
Keith: No ice cream for you later, Lance.
Lance: DADDY KEITH!!! *shocked*