i thought it was a pretty shot so yeah


Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

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A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

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Fandisc 3 “Let’s Chat” 6:40~7:40 (aka midotaka wedding video)

Kagami: I bet you practiced that shot a ton, right? 
Takao: Well, yeah. But really, Shin-chan’s shots are always textbook-perfect, so it was really just a matter of my skills being able to keep up or not.
Midorima: That wasn’t the only matter, idiot.
Kuroko: That’s right. Of course I was surprised at Takao-kun’s level of technique, but I was more surprised that Midorima-kun would perform such a move during a game.
Kise: Right!? For Midorimacchi to make a shot he wasn’t sure he could make or not…
Kuroko: It must have been because Midorima-kun has studied Takao-kun’s passes so carefully that he could believe in him and make the shot, don’t you think?
Midorima: mph
Takao: Thanks for believing in me, Shin-chan.
Midorima: It—it’s only natural to believe in one’s teammate!
Takao: Yeah, yeah…
Mibuchi: Midorima-kun and Takao-kun are a pretty good pair all the time, aren’t they?
Kise: No kidding! Never would have thought Midorimacchi would find a parter so perfect!
Midorima: Shut up, Kise!
Kise: Just me!?



requested: hey, I was wondering if you could do one where reader is camila’s best friend and she meets shawn through her and all fluffy please


“y/n!” your best friend called, walking into your bedroom. “hurry
up we are going to be late!”

she walked into the room, her long black hair swaying behind her.

“i’m almost ready, give me a minute to throw my dress on.” you sighed, putting down the last makeup product you needed.

“hurry up y/n, we’re going to be late and my manager is going to kill me!” she exclaimed, throwing the burgundy velvet dress at you.

“camila, don’t worry it’ll only take me a second.”

you walked into your closet, carefully putting the velvet dress on along with a pair of nude heels to match.

camila cabello, who also happened to be your best friend, invited you to come along with her to the american music awards and you happily accepted.

you had been her biggest supporter since her fifth harmony days, and it didn’t stop just because she went solo. the two of you became best friends when you were 6 and she was 8. you were in the same dance class and had basically been inseparable since.

“okay, i’m ready.” you announced, entering your room again. “can you just zip the last part?” you asked, moving your long hair out of the way so camila could zip your dress up.

you made your way to the limo that just arrived to your house that would take you to the awards.

the ride there was spent talking, jamming to some of your favourite songs, and trying to get the nervous jitters out of your systems. you were going to be walking the red carpet with her, and you were nervous that you were going to
trip or something.

“oh y/n,” she said as you stepped out of the limo. “there’s someone i want to introduce you to later.”

you groaned, knowing she was trying to set you up with someone again. normally camila’s set-ups didn’t turn out well.

“trust me, you’re going to like this one. i promise.”

“it better not be another 27 year
old,” you said, smoothing your dress before stepping onto the red carpet with camila.

“that was one time y/n!”

you stood to the side as she posed
for pictures and watched as she was able to turn in every direction that a cameraman was yelling her name.

you weren’t sure how she did it, if that many people were screaming at you and all those flashes were in your face you were almost positive you would have an anxiety attack.

after about half an hour of watching camila pose for pictures, talk to various interviewers, and her introducing you to her celebrity friends, it was finally time to go in the arena.

camila wasn’t performing tonight, but she was nominated for a few categories which you hoped she won. in a way, you were thankful that she wasn’t performing, if she was performing would would be by yourself surrounded by celebrities and some of your idols.

“oh perfect!” she exclaimed as you were escorted to your assigned tables. “we’re at a table with the guy i want you to meet, but i think he’s performing first so you’ll have to wait.”

you rolled your eyes, taking your seat beside your best friend. you had the feeling that whoever she was going to set you up with would be a disaster.

once again, you sat in silence and watched as camila talked to a few more celebrities. of course she introduced you, but you really had
nothing to contribute to the conversation, and it’s not like they were interested in your life anyways.

the lights dimmed in the venue as the tune to a familiar song you heard on the radio a few times had begun.

the singer stepped towards the mic and started the song. you definitely knew this song from the radio but you didn’t know what it was called, all you knew was that he was better live.

“that,” camila whispered, leaning close to you. “is the guy.”

your eyes widened as you got a better look at his face, you had to admit, he was definitely attractive.

“and,” she continued. “he’s your age.”

you smiled, secretly hoping this one turned out well.

“you already like him.” she smirked, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms.

you shook your head as the lights turned back on and the show was on commercial break. camila told you shawn would be returning back to the table soon and it just so happened to be the only seat available was next to you.

you were absentmindedly scrolling through your instagram account waiting for the show to start when camila practically jumped out of her seat.

“shawn!” she greeted, pulling the tall boy in for a hug. “i missed you, it’s been so long!”

you smiled as they had a small conversation. once again, you had no purpose in their conversation so you resumed scrolling through instagram.

“oh shawn, i want you to meet someone.” she pulled him towards you. “this is my best friend y/n. y/n, this is shawn mendes.”

you shyly smiled at him, finally standing up from your seat. even though you were standing he was still a good 6 inches taller than you.

“hi, i’m shawn.” he held his hand out for you to shake.

you blushed, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“y/n.” you shook his hand quickly before sitting down again. you hated that you were so shy, but you couldn’t help it.

shawn took the empty seat next to you as the lights dimmed, the show starting again.

they were announcing one of the categories camila was nominated for, when they said her name she nervously grabbed your hand. you have her a reassuring smile, you knew she was going to win this.

when the announcer called her name, she squealed hugging you and shawn before making her way to the stage. you clapped and cheered for her the same way you would’ve if you were at
home watching her on tv. she quickly made her acceptance speech, thanked everyone and her fans and she was ushered off. a few more awards were announced before commercial again.

you noticed shawn had been staring at you since camila’s name was announced.

“is there something on my face?” you ask, suddenly feeling insecure.

“no, why would you ask?” shawn said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“you were kind of staring at me.” you managed to say, your shyness taking over again.

shawn’s eyes widened as you caught him off guard. “oh, uh, i think you’re cute.” he stuttered a bit. “i mean, the way you cheered for camila was cute. i like your, uh, supportiveness.”

you giggled, “i don’t think that’s a word.”

shawn continued to talk to you, it was like he took a genuine interest in what you had to say. which you were surprised, no celebrity has ever done that.

unfortunately, the award show came to an end and it was time for camila to drag you to the afterparty. you hoped shawn was going too, you didn’t want to leave him just yet.

“y/n!” camila returned to the table while you were still having a conversation with shawn about school. “you ready for the after party?”

you groaned, partly because she interrupted you and partly because you didn’t want to go. “no.”

she rolled her eyes, “it’s going to be fun y/n, don’t be such a grandma.”

she grabbed your arm, pulling you up from for seat. shawn looked just as disappointed as you did.

“shawn are you coming too?” camila asked, letting go of your arm finally.

“i don’t think so, they aren’t really my thing.” he said, “i was actually
hoping to steal y/n away for a bit, maybe skip the party?”

you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to attend that party. you knew you would’ve done nothing there anyways, especially since you didn’t know anyone there.

“bye, you two kids have fun!” camila called as you walked away. “and be safe, use protection!”

you shook your head at her comment as shawn led you out of the building. luckily he chose a different exit and you weren’t swarmed by fans. there were a few, which you didn’t mind since you weren’t surrounded.

a fan came up to shawn to ask for a picture which he accepted.

“is that your girlfriend?” she asked once they took the picture. “she’s pretty.”

shawn chuckled, “isn’t she? but no she isn’t my girlfriend.”

you smiled at the ground, not wanting them to see your red cheeks.

after about half an hour of walking around, shawn offered to drive you home. you knew camila was probably partying her ass off and she was most likely drunk so he was your only option of getting home.

you gave him the directions to your small apartment, arriving sooner than you thought. it was early morning so there was no LA traffic thankfully.

“wait y/n,” shawn grabbed your hand before you could get
out of the car. “i, i want to ask you something.

"oh, yeah sure, ask away.” you winced at how awkward your answer was.

“would you maybe want to go out with me? i would love to maybe one day see your pretty face cheer for me like you did with camila earlier.”

Celebrity Crush - Part Three

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Note: It took me so long to finally get this out, but I honestly think it was worth the wait. :) Thanks @adothoe for proofreading. <3

Word Count: 2910

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: nada. just extreme amounts of fluff

The song you wrote with Daveed ended up becoming the first single you released from your album. When you released it just a month after you wrote it, the media went absolutely nuts. People loved the song and it wasn’t long before it became a hit. ‘Good for You’ being in the top charts meant one thing for you and Daveed: you needed to shoot a music video.

Now, this didn’t sound like it was a big deal at first, but the more you thought about it, the bigger deal it was. The song was…more on the sexy side of music than it was to anything else, which meant that your music video would have to mirror that.

You didn’t know what to expect the day of the shoot, but on the way there, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

“It’s Daveed, Y/N. You know, the guy you’re like– in love with? If I were you, I’d do a sexy music video with him any day.” Your manager told you on the car ride there.

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AU Idea prompts based on actual events in my life

idk i saw a post similar to this and thought it was cool and some pretty weird/somewhat interesting things have happened to me over the past couple years so i thought I’d give it a shot. lemme know what you think and maybe request something? yeah ok cool 

  1. I’m at a food truck festival with my friends and you’re the hot dude who’s working the bar and I keep looking at you and every time you catch me staring I fall or trip or drop something and I keep hiding like a loser and pretending you’re not there
  2. I’m on a road trip along the coast with my friends and we’ve reached this tiny coastal town hours away from home and you work at this fancy as shit restaurant we entered and I’m awkward and stuttering because we don’t really want to eat there but you’ve already asked if we want a table and also you’re cute so we stay and i embarrass myself a little more
  3. You’re the cute guy that works at the local supermarket and i have a huge thing for you but everybody knows this including my parents and when i come in by myself you tell me that my parents came through and asked him to take a selfie with them so I’m going to go and die now
  4. We used to be best friends years ago but had a huge falling out so i blocked you on everything except one and years later you drunk message me on new years eve and we try to start all over again 
  5. OR We used to be really good friends but we had a fallout over money and years later you message me asking for closure so i agree to meet you for coffee with the intention of cussing you out but we accidentally become friends again
  6. We met at someone’s party a year ago but have never spoken and suddenly you show up to my house party/BBQ and now everybody thinks we’re dating/should date
  7. Im at the movies with my family/friends to see a film we’ve been counting down for but we get into an argument with other people over seating and you’re the staff member who tells us we have to move but you served me at the candy counter earlier and were really nice then so I’m super confused and start giving you attitude
  8. I sit next to you in class and you and I both have another class to get to in 5 minutes and we’re supposed to get our draft assignments checked by the lecturer but he’s taking too long and we bond over mutual impatience
  9. OR we sat next to each other in the first class and wouldn’t shut up about needing coffee and ever since then you ask me if i’ve had my coffee every day.
  10. We work together at the same place but you work in stocking and i work in the foodcourt and every time we have the same shift you come to buy lunch from me and always ask for a big mac because you know it annoys me because fuck you this isn’t mcdonald’s you can shove your big mac


also i tagged some people in the tags - just tell me if you want me to untag you pls 

Are they dropping hints Sarah McLachlan will be in the musical episode? If so, that would be all kinds of awesome. She’s great.

It took me a second to remember why I thought that was also kind of queer. I mean, it could have been because her song Ice Cream provided the title and theme song for ‘Better than chocolate’ - lesbian movie shot in Vancouver that at the time pretty much every lesbian had seen. Slim pickings. And hey, happy ending!

…or it could be that she founded the Lilith Fair tour, showcasing female musicians - hugely popular with women who love women…

…or was it because Sarah McLachlan then appeared in a cameo on Ellen Degeneres’ sitcom. The storyline not at all being about Ellen going to Lilith Fair ‘Womyn Fest’ to meet ladies after her break-up?

So yeah, if Sarah ends up singing on The Song in Your Heart, wouldn’t that be another funny coincidence of accidental queer references on Once? Of all the artists they could pick? I mean, there’s no way the writers would know obscure lesbian pop culture from the nineties, and remember some random episode of Ellen and…


Reggie Mantle x Reader: Finding a Date.

A/N: Warning, this fic is garbage. Read with caution bc I swear I need help. *Reader is best friends with Cheryl Blossom and good friends with Ethel Muggs… and literally everyone. You’re a fan of Overwatch and a low-key cosplayer, bruh. (I’m sorry, it’s a Halloween party might as well) ((Using she/her pronouns mostly bc I suck at writing, I just wanted to give Reggie more love and I failed)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, you’re going to come to my Halloween party whether you like it or not. I’m not having one of my River Vixens mope and become a homebody.” Mentally screaming, I sighed and joined Cheryl as she stretched before the other girls came for practice. Cheryl Blossom’s been my best friend since we were kids. “Rich Kid Squad”, but I didn’t like hanging out with those other preppy shits. Jason and Cheryl were the only exception… They had my back and I had theirs in ways they never knew they needed. Since her twin brother’s death, I’ve done my best to help her cope. I guess my way of helping her is just being there and… joining the River Vixens.

“I already am, Cheryl, you know already that parties aren’t my kind of thing.” I replied, stretching my arms until I heard a satisfying pop from my elbow. Cheryl visibly cringed at the sound and continued to scold me like I was her child.

“Oh, please Y/N. You’re going and it’s final.”
She snapped at me and led me to the bleachers and sat down, patting the spot next to her.

“If you insist.” I sighed dejectedly. ‘My loot boxes will have to wait then… Daddy will have to wait,’ I thought to myself and tried to think of better days to lock myself in my room and level up on Overwatch with Reaper as my main.

“I know you’re thinking about your video games again, so I’ll make you a deal,” I stopped moping and stared at her, beckoning her to continue her sudden proposal because knowing Cheryl there’s always a catch.

“You can bring your video games and set up in the main hall,” I was about to scream. ‘Is she for real? Oh my gosh and she has a good wifi connection, a night without lagging! Huzzah!’

“But!” She interjected my notion. ‘Fuck my life, I knew it was too good to be true.’

“You have to dress up.” I scoffed and stood up straight. “You’re kidding, right? That’s it?”

“Yeah, why?” ‘That’s too easy, cosplaying is easy as pie Miss Cheryl. What’s really going on?’

“Cheryl, I know you. What’s the catch?”

“Okay fine, you have to bring a date and wear matching costumes.”

“Cheryl Blossom, you know I can’t talk to guys! What am I going to do? I’ve never been on a date, why are you doing this? Oh my God… I’m going to throw up.” I held my stomach, butterflies fluttering inside of me at the thought of asking a guy out.

“Y/N, calm down it’s not a big deal-”

“Uh, Cheryl yes. It IS a huuuuge deal! You know I hate talking to guys!”

“But, you talk to so many on that stupid video game chat whatever it is?”

“That’s different, they can’t see me.”

“Y/N. Listen up, you’re going to ask someone to the party and wear matching costumes. I’ll make sure to have the flat screen and your favorite snacks ready for you when you come, okay?”

“Fine… I’ll do it.”

“Good. And you don’t even have to hang out with him the whole night.”

“Well, that defeats the purpose of even having a date, but okay…”, tossing the conversation aside as the girls came into the gym, ready for cheerleading practice and more of Cheryl’s drama.

“Yup. Alright ladies, line up. We have to perfect this routine by tonight and if it’s not, we’ll be staying late so let’s get going.”


“Who do I even ask? I don’t even talk to any guys other than Archie, Kevin and Jughead. Archie’s going with Betty, Veronica asked Kevin and I highly doubt that Jughead would want to go to a party for Halloween, he’ll probably be working on his novel.” I ranted to Ethel Muggs, she’s my study partner for Chemistry and Statistics. Ethel laughed and quickly copied my notes from a day she missed when she was sick. We were in the library and it was just us two and the librarian and she didn’t mind us chatting away, we were her assistants so we were in the clear.

“I don’t know. At least you were invited.” I froze at that thought. ‘Dang it, I should’ve been more considerate. It’s Ethel, why am I so stupid? …Wait.’

“You wanna be my date?!” I blurted out. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no.

“No no no no Y/N, I am good as done. I don’t want to be anywhere near those dumb jocks.”

I sighed and nodded my head in understanding, she’s had it rough the past year and I should’ve known better.

“This is gonna suck so badly. I just wanted to spend the night with Daddy and-” Ethel cut my rant short.

“Daddy? Who’s that?” I froze. Did I really say Daddy out loud? In front of Ethel?

“Um… He’s no one, forget I said anything.” Flustered, I tried changing the subject. I felt the heat creep up my neck. ‘Damn my abilities to blush, it’s not cute!!’

“Y/N, I don’t know. Sounds interesting and kinky, if you ask me. Spill the beans, Y/N/N.” Her grin teasing me whilst she shuffled her papers around into a neat pile.

“Oh my gosh! Okay, he’s a character from this game I’m playing, it’s called Overwatch.”

“Wow… Didn’t expect a rich and preppy cheerleader like you to be the gamer chick type, I’m a bit surprised but not really because I saw those books in your bag. If I’m correct, those are called ‘manga’, right?” I blushed heavily and covered my face.

“I am not preppy! I’m a disgusting nerd. Don’t look at me.” Ethel laughs and starts packing her stuff.

“Well, thanks for the notes and I hope you find someone to take because God forbid you get on Cheryl’s bad side for not bringing a date.” I shook my head lightly as I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s no problem Ethel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She smiled and walked out of the library, leaving me alone with Mrs. Walker.

“You mind closing up today, Y/N?” She asked and tossed me the keys. I smiled and nodded yes to her.

“Yes, no worries Mrs. Walker. I’ll just study for a few more minutes before I go.”

“Thank you, sweetie. Have a nice day and good luck finding someone for the party.” She shuffled her way out the double doors and left me alone. Me and the books.

I stared down at my neat stack of chem worksheets and statistics notebooks and let out a deep sigh. 'I shouldn’t be stressing over something so small… Wait, did I pack my pepper spray?’

Ever since Jason’s death, my parents insisted that I carry a can of pepper spray. They even went as far as buying five bottles for me, wrapped with the instructions.

A thud broke me from my thoughts and I looked around. 'I'm… the only one in here, right?’

Reaching into my bag, I searched my bag for the small spray can. “Aw dang nabbit.” Opting for a No. 2 pencil, I rose from the desk and made my way towards where the sound came from.

“Hello?” I called out. 'Wow, am I dumb? I’m that stupid dumb bitch that gets killed in every horror movie that goes towards the danger.’

I heard another thud and a small scuffle, I stood behind a bookshelf holding the pencil firmly in my hand against my chest. 'Lord, please help me now.’

The scuffling grew louder and sounded like it was getting closer to me.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” I shouted, swinging my arm everywhich way prepared to stab whatever was there.

“OH SHIT! WAIT, STOP!” A firm grip caught my wrist and in a panic, I clenched my eyes shut and swung my leg at my assailant and kicked them, I don’t even know where.

“Ow… shit, you kick hard.” Realizing whose voice it was, I opened my eyes and yanked my arm away from him. 'Neighbor boy?’

Out of all the guys in Riverdale, I hadn’t thought of HIM to ask. 'It’s not like we talk so?’

“Reginald, what the heck are you doing in here? The library is closed.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: this is pretty much trash lmao but im turning it into a two or three-shot idk but yeah… it’s not good so I’M SORRY GUYS 😭

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Being Cora Hale’s sister was not easy. Being her twin was even harder, not only because you were a late shifter, but also she felt the constant need to be protecting, what she viewed, as her slightly weaker half.

To make things worse Derek seemed to share your twins view on your constant need to be protected, add to that, the fact that you were Peter’s favourite family member which meant it fell to you to coax him away from his dark plotting.

“Cora called she wants you to help stalk Lydia.” You looked up from your laptop at Derek, who seemed to find nothing weird about what he’d just said, and rolled your eyes at him.

“Tell her she can do her own stalking, I’m busy.” You mutter. Your brother frowned at you and cocked his head, a clear sign you weren’t going to finish watching your TV show without a fight.

“You’re watching cartoons and filling my bed with crumbs, you can do that after helping her watch Lydia, don’t.” He saw you beginning to pout and walked away, the best thing about the whole pack thinking you’re the smaller weaker version of your sister was that you pretty much get your way.

“Your bed needed more crumbs Derek.” You muttered as you returned to what you were doing. You jumped when a sharp pain shot through your shoulder, growled and threw the laptop down as you stalk from the building in search of your sister.

“I thought we’d grown out of hurting each other for fun.” You snapped when you joined Cora as she searched the school’s corridors for the red head.

“Yeah well you managed to avoid getting captured by Alpha’s so I thought you deserved it.” She rubbed your shoulder and shrugged, as if to indicate that she hadn’t hurt you that badly.

“Hey if I hadn’t felt your pain Peter wouldn’t have known you were alive and that he could save you.” You said in a sing song voice, Cora nodded and began taking long paces forward.

“That stupid banshee, look.” Cora snapped loudly enough to draw attention to yourselves. You looked to where she was pointing and found Lydia talking intently to an attractive wolf you hadn’t met before. After focusing your hearing, you discovered that Lydia was giving him advice on joining Scott’s pack, and yanked your sister from the building before she could over react.

Cora softened when you told her what you’d heard and agreed that the twins weren’t as bad as the rest of the Alpha pack had been. You grinned as you pulled Derek’s credit card from your pocket and asked if doing something fun would cheer her up.


When you returned, Derek’s ‘baby betas’ were home from school and all yelling about something that held no interest so you decided to seek out Peter.

“Uncle Peter?” You asked softly as you knocked on his door. He opened it and smiled when you presented him with a big bag of chocolates and a small bag of clothes, he shook his head when he found the receipt and realised you’d taken Derek’s card.

“He won’t let you get away with this much longer; you can’t use missing Cora as an excuse for bad behavior.” Peter ruffled your hair as you sat at his desk chair and began spinning in circles.

“I might follow Cora; she’s thinking about moving to South America again.” You muttered thoughtfully.

Before your Uncle could respond a searing pain shot through your abdomen and you were on your feet, trailing Cora’s scent, ignoring Derek’s pleas to stop and telling him what was wrong.

Derek ran after you and you’d soon found Cora fighting with another werewolf. Without hesitation you shifted, ploughed into them and sent the attacking wolf flying, the snarl that fell from your lips had Cora and Derek swallowing nervously. They may baby you but when you got mad there wasn’t much that could stop you.

“No… No.” Derek growled when the wolf in front of you shifted back to quickly and began gawking at you. He was the wolf from that morning, Cora’s presence became heavier as she stepped so close to you, you could feel her hear beating against your arm.

“Hi.” The other wolf muttered softly, the way you would when trying to catch a wild animal.

You suddenly felt awkward under his gaze, having no idea what was happening, a glance at Cora to you your sister was equally confused. Derek however was growling deeply and his eyes were flickering as he tried to control his Alpha and brotherly urges.

“(Y/N) your his anchor.” Your brother’s snarl seemed to make the boy opposite you nervous but his gaze didn’t leave you face.

“Wait what… why me, why can’t Cora be his anchor?” Derek rolled his eyes at your complaint and moved so he was stood right behind you.

“My guess would be, you’re the opposite of him, both he and Cora are impulsive and bloodthirsty, where as you and his brother are not like that… much.” He went to stop you from stepping towards you but Cora grabbed his arm and let you inspect the werewolf before you a little closer.

Aiden stood to attention as if he were worried you would turn him away if you didn’t like him. You circled him and he twisted round in an attempt to stay on the spot while still gazing dopily at you, his face lit up when you giggled at him.

“I’m (Y/N) Hale.” You said once you were in front of him again.

“Aiden.” He muttered to you. Before you could stop him he planted a big kiss on your lips and only pulled away when Derek let out a large snarl, you turned to see you sister attempting to hold Derek, who was now in full shift, back.

You hurried from Aiden’s side to Derek who let you hug him, causing the pack bond you and Cora shared with him to flare, the action comforting him.

“So what do I have to do if I’m his anchor?” You glanced at Aiden who was hovering a few feet away, looking confused as to why he wanted to join in the Hale hug the three of you had going.

“Nothing really… get to know him, if you feel its necessary date him, spend time with him so he has something about you that he can concentrate on.” Derek let you walk over to Aiden and watched as you spoke to him, he frowned when Cora glanced awkwardly at her brother.

He knew that the two of you were able to hear each other talk out loud more clearly than if you used your heightened hearing to listen to other wolves, Perks of being a twin, he assumed.

“What?” He asked her when she muttered something under her breath.

“I believe you have two new betas.” She muttered, Derek groaned when he realised you’d invited the twins to the pack, he didn’t mind you doing it. It was more about his dislike for the twins’ attitude.

When Aiden hugged you Derek let loose a low growl, Aiden being Aiden decided to push his luck and grinned deviously as he kiss down your neck and nipped at your collarbone. You weren’t surprised when Cora let go of Derek and pulled you away from Aiden.

“You might be joining our pack but every time you try and sleep with my sister I’ll be there to stop you.” Cora huffed at him and slung an arm around your shoulder, leading you home, with Derek and Aiden talking behind you.

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College!AU Jun
  • [double] major: italian / french 
  • minor: translation studies 
  • sports: track & field 
  • clubs: italian opera enthusiasts, french film club, part-time model when the fashion majors need him
  • someone call a doctor because jun is out here on campus breaking HEARTS 
  • as in he’s the most flirty, handsome, witty, “campus casanova” eVER
  • from the fact that he’s studying italian and french because quote on quote; “i wanna to speak the language or romance” to the fact that he refers to anyone he’s speaking to as his ”tesoro” *darling 
  • also like have you seen him?? double language major jun walking around in expensive foreign brands……..aesthetic to the MAX…..jawline for days……one time during a track meet he took his shirt off because it was too hot and everyone discovered that he has a tattoo in italian on his ribs and when asked what it said he just smirked and said “Ho saziato la mia sete alla fontana dei tuoi baci…….” some one translated it and it meant “I quenched my thirst at your fountain of kisses.” and literALLY JUN WOULD 
  • wants to translate operas and plays and things like that when he’s older so that’s why he has the translation minor. he tutors in italian and people who don’t even take italian as their language will BEG him to teach them and when he’s in the library his table is literally just surrounded by students asking question
  • freshmen love coming up to him and asking him to speak to them in french or italian and like they’ll giggle and videotape it and long story short jun has a campus blog dedicated to him probably
  • studied abroad in france and bought a neck scarf that he loves dearly and wears whenever he’s going out and roommate minghao is like “what. is that.” and jun is like “FASHION.”
  • so here you are in this. intermediate italian class because your schedule got messed up because university sucks and you already told admissions but they were like we need a week to fix it so you’re stuck taking ITALIAN for the time being 
  • and like you come in and some overly excited student tries to greet you and you’re just like “buddy. the language i signed up for was beginner chinese. not this.” and the kid gives you a sad look and you’re like yEAH i KNOW 
  • and just as you’re about to take a seat someone taps your shoulder and you turn around and you’re not sure but you think you’ve just come face to face with a real life Angel (it’s jun)
  • the boy smiles and he’s like “are you new to the italian major?” and you’re like “i………….i……………………i…………….um……………….si?”
  • the kid you just told you were in the wrong classroom: ???????
  • but like you sit down and he’s like….right there in the next seat and he like flips through his notebook and god his fingers are long and he’s so lithe??? and gorgeous, his side profile is like an actors or models
  • and ok you’re totally drooling but so is everyone else. like half the class is shooting darts at you w/their eyes because you GOT A SEAT BESIDE A GOD
  • finally the teacher comes in and thank god she’s like “we’ll just do introduction today in english!!” and she’s like “say your name. major. and the best italian food in your opinion!” and so like it goes around and it gets to the boy beside you and he’s like 
  • “im junhui!! jun for short please. my double majors italian and french. best italian food? pizza.”
  • and in your head you’re like: HOLD UP
  • and the teacher turns to you and you say your name and major but you’re like “the best italian food is pasta. everyone knows that.”
  • jun like looks at you and scrunches up his face and is like “it’s pizza.” and you’re like “UM CAN YOU TWIRL PIZZA AROUND ON A FORK??? NO” and jun’s like “CAN YOU EAT PASTA WITH YOUR HANDs???” and you’re like bOY I WOULD IF IT WAS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE and Jun’s like WELL WITH PIZZA YOU CAN 
  • and honestly you two get up out of your seats to argue about this and the teacher is just like um
  • but now your onto what kind of toppings and sauces are better on pasta or pizza and you’re like first of all. pizza isn’t even historically italian you can trace it back to the middle east??? and jun is like you can trace flatbread. real pizza comes from naples- 
  • and you two just stand there going @ it about the history of pizza for like twenty minutes before the teacher is like SIT DOWN
  • and you’re like “you may look good but you don’t know what you’re talking about.” and jun snorts like “i do look good and i do know what im talking about.” and you’re like “WELL Obviously you’ve never had REAL GOOD pasta in your life if you say pizza is better.” and jun’s like “what constitutes ‘real good pasta’ for you??” and you’re like this place downtown is owned by an italian family and it’s the best ill give you the address so you can go and SEE THE LIGHT
  • and jun’s like FINE then ill make you see the light with my favorite pizza place
  • you two are still bickering and the teacher is like “YOU TWO CAN TALK ABOUT PLACES TO EAT FOR YOUR DATE LATER!!!! SILENZO”
  • you and jun slip into your seats grumbling but you’re also like ,,,,did the teacher say date,,,,,,,,,,i wouldnt,,,,,,i mean he’s hot but,,,,,,,,pizza > pasta,,,,,,no
  • and jun, you don’t notice, but he likes peeks over at you and grins because like usually he’ll say something and everyone will flock to him and be like yes!!! you’re right!!! even when he knows they’re differing in opinion but you just seriously argued with him over food and like ….
  • he thought you were cute doing it hehe
  • anyway class ends and you’re getting your things and jun clears his throat and you’re like ??? and he’s like “so the pizza place is pretty close by here. do you want to come with me?” and you’re like
  • “now??” and he’s like “yeah??” and you’re like “um id love to go and disprove you but i have another class so……” and you wave and throw your bag over your shoulder and leave
  • and jun’s like stunned because you legit just shot him down (for good reason but…….) and he grins and he’s like “there’s something about that one. they’re fun.”
  • and the next time you have to come in for italian because admissions is taking 29048 years to switch your schedule jun waves and like points to the seat beside him
  • you like awkwardly go over and he’s like “so, you free after class?” and you’re like ?? and he’s like “i still gotta take you out for pizza.” and you’re like oH right and jun’s like wigging his eyebrows and you shrug because you’re like “maybe. i kinda wanted to get some study time in. ive got this presentation in a week so i cant slack.”
  • and like at the end when it’s over juns like “so lets go!!” and you’re like “sorry i really do need to study, my group chat is like telling me i have to go!! sorry!!!”
  • and jun once again watches you leave but he’s not mad tbh he’s grinning even more because he was right, this is going to be fun
  • and like when you don’t show up to italian the next week because your schedule got fixed jun ends up asking around the whole campus to find out where you might be
  • and like he finds you outside the study hall one day and he’s like “hey!” and you’re like “jun????” and he’s like “you’re hard to find, had me running around the whole campus.” and you’re like “why are you looking for me??” and he’s like “pizza, remember?”
  • and you’re looking at him like seriously, you’re not over that?? and jun’s smiling at you and you’re like “i dont have time now-” and jun’s like “give me your phone. im going to give you my number and just text me when you do  - ok?”
  • and you hesitate but you pass your phone over and he puts his contact in and gives it back and you almost throw it at him because hE SERIOUSLY NAMED HIMSELF “Pizza King *crown emoji* *pizza emoji*” and he winks at you and is like “addio~~”
  • truthfully like you get to wrapped up in your own work that like a month passes and you don’t text jun until one day you like look at your contacts and see the dumb pizza king one and you’re like ………….i have this weekend off so…………..and so you nervously text him like “hey, im free tomorrow at 1?”
  • like ten seconds later: “really? can you meet me outside of the theater on campus?”
  • and you’re like oh my god but you’re like sure!! and that’s how you set up your first date (of many coughs) with wen junhui
  • but it’s hilarious you get to the theater at like 12:50 the next day and you can hear music inside and one of the students tells you that the fashion majors are doing like a practice show
  • and you’re like huh and then at 1 you see someone running toward you and it’s jun and he’s wearing ?? like ??? a full tux ??? and like has makeup on ?? and you’re like UM and he’s like
  • “sorry i was just helping the fashion kids out. sorry i look like this-” but then he stops because he sees how you keep looking down because like the buttoned up part of his tux and tie are undone and you’re kinda red in the face and jun bites his lip and he’s like “you know. ill borrow this clothes for our date.” and you’re like AHGIKFS NO PLEASE CHANGE
  • and you like push him back toward the theater like !! go put on some normal clothes !!!! and he’s laughing because aww you’re cute when you’re embarrassed 
  • he finally agrees to change and comes out looking AMAZING anyway and he’s like “the place is close to campus, don’t worry.” and you two walk there and jun orders you guys his favorite kind of pizza
  • and like you’re waiting and you’re like “why are you studying languages?” and jun like drinks some water and is like “because im not good at anything else.” and you’re like ??? what do you mean and he lets out kind of a bitter laugh and he’s like “people always tell me there’s not much beyond my looks and they’re right. language is all memorization, you don’t need skill.”
  • and you can feel his voice is dripping with like sarcasm and you kind of cringe because as confident as he comes off, is this really what he thinks of himself????
  • and you’re like “you must be crazy, language is the hardest major. you’re learning something you don’t even have basic knowledge of.” and jun’s like what do you mean and you’re like “bio majors know the difference between something alive and dead. it’s common sense. literature majors know whats a real word and whats not, what sentence sounds right and what doesn’t. every major has a platform to start on except foreign languages. double majoring in two is something only a real genius could pull off.”
  • and like you shrug because you feel like you’ve said to much and like you try to distract yourself when the pizza comes but jun watches you and he’s just like “i knew it. i knew it was you.” and you’re like ??? and he just shakes his head and eats his slice
  • the rest of your conversation is like cute and small jun flirts in between asking you questions and you mock him in between answering them but somehow you two like fit together the conversation never dies
  • and by the end you’re like “i have to admit, this is good pizza - but…………pasta owns my heart.”
  • and jun sighs and he’s like “fine, ill give up on pizza owning your heart but how about this’; me or pasta?”
  • and he like leans over to look you in the eyes and you’re like …………..”pasta duh” and he’s like DAMMIT 
  • but you both laugh and he walks you back to your dorm and he’s like “since i took you for some life changing pizza, you owe me life changing pasta.” and you’re like “of course, how about next week?”
  • and jun jumps at the offer like yes. anytime for you. anytime anyplace and you roll your eyes because like as much as you don’t want to admit you like jun. but you cant risk letting him now that because something itches at your mind that he’s probably not the committed type
  • and so you and jun say goodbye and he pulls you back to him when you turn to leave and he’s like “we have to say bye like the italians do.” and he kisses your cheek and grins softly before waving and walking off
  • and you’re like I hate his corny butt BUT DO YOU DO YOU…….
  • the next week you and jun meet up to go to the pasta place you wanted to show him and like on your way there you’re waiting for the train and you hear like a group of boys go bye snickering and pointing at jun and you hear one of them basically call jun a slur and another one says he’s good for nothing but how he looks and like it’s within earshot so it means jun can hear too and so you like
  • immediately take his hand and move him further away down the platform and he’s like “dont worry about me.” but you’re like “jun, is that why you were telling me you’re not good at anything? is it because of what people say?”
  • and he just looks down and tries to smile but you can see it’s hard for him and you’re like “jun, you know theyre just jealous right. that they cant shine confidence like you and that they will never be as smart and capable and kind like you. you know that right?”
  • and you like lift his face so he looks directly at you and he’s like “no one…..no one ever tells me that im doing the right thing. that im doing well-” and you’re like “jun, listen to me, you’re doing amazing. you’re handsome, yeah but you’re a sweet person and you’re incredibly intelligent. don’t take a word they say into consideration ok?”
  • and he chuckles but he nods and you let him go but he pulls you into a tight hug and you’re like jun!!! people can see!!! and he’s like with his head in your neck like let them see i dont care,,,,,
  • once you get to the pasta place you order your favorite dish and like you guys are eating and jun’s like “let’s do the pasta kiss.” and you’re like “jun. no.” and he’s like “………c’mon…….” and you’re like jUN NO and he’s already twirling one end of the pasta on his fork and you’re like aklhfw OK 
  • and it’s cute it’s like the scene from lady and the tramp except you bite off the noodle before jun can and he’s like hey!! and you’re laughing but the second you’re distracted he leans in and steals a kiss and you’re like j U N and he’s like “you wouldn’t do the pasta kiss with me SOOOO”
  • and jun admits at the end that the pasta might be slightly better than the pizza but only because there was a kiss involved and you’re like god you’re so greasy and he’s like “just like pizza (;”
  • everyone knows you and jun started dating because the night of the pasta date he made you two take a selfie outside the resturant and when you woke up it was all over SNS and your roommate was practically yelling in your ear like YOURE DATING WEN JUNHUI PRINCE OF TRACK TEAM ITALIAN SPEAKING HEARTTHROB
  • and you roll over like let Me sLEEp but yes im dating him 
  • you dont have many classes with him but you meet up inbetween and his friends minghao and hoshi are like “break up with jun. you think he’s a flirt before you dated him, now it’s just gonna be worse.” and you’re like looking at jun whose got his arm around you and keeps making hearts with his fingers and you’re like “yeah……..i know what i signed up for.”
  • you complimented hoshi’s shirt once and jun was like “should i buy one just like it?” and you’re like oh my god chill
  • jun likes it when he’s kissing you and complimenting you in italian and you’re like giggling but you’re like !! what are you saying what does it mean!!! and he’s just kissing your neck calling you cute things and saying sweet nothings and he just likes seeing you get all red
  • took you to french film club with him and you were like “jun, this movie doesn’t have subtitles?” and he’s like ‘don’t worry ill live translate” but all he kept saying was how cute you looked and how much he loved you against your ear the entire movie (the head of the club kicked you guys out 15 min in)
  • he likes having you sit like between his legs with your back to his chest especially if you guys are like chilling somewhere with friends or like at your dorm like you’ll be typing on your laptop and he’ll be like sitting against the wall on your bed and he’s like “sit in my lap” and you’re like “jun” and he’s like “please, it’s sad if we’re in the same room and im not like holding you.”
  • jun the type to triple text you good mornings + send a selfie of himself like “look at me. your beautiful boyfriend. you’re so lucky!” LOL
  • jun talks about you so much and like even fore a class he was supposed to recite something in italian only and he recited all the reason he liked you and the teacher was like jesus christ
  • you spend a week trying to learn a phrase in italian for jun and it’s something like “you’re very special to me.” and when you tell it to him he throws his arms around you and is just like im so in love goD
  • you guys still argue over ordering pizza or pasta when you stay in and minghao, jun’s roommate always has to be the icebreaker or he’s like “you two are so loud just get BOTH”
  • jun kisses you in the middle of your sentences and it gets so bad you have to like cover his mouth while you’re saying something because it’s cute i love you jun but GIVE ME ONE SECOND TO BREATH
  • makes out with you against walls and you get shy because like he leaves you breathless and it’ll be like against the wall of the library and freshman walk by and giggle and you’re like ahsdgikw with your face in his chest and he just laughs and fixes your hair 
  • you go to his track meets and jun wears like a headband in his hair and he looks sooooo good in the uniform and like he always teases you by sending kisses to you from the field and you’re like sTOP but he wont 
  • you like pass him water from the bleachers and kiss his forehead and jun is like “if i win- we’re getting pizza the next time you come over.” and you like push him away playfully and he grabs your hand and kisses the top of it and idk it’s cute yall are cute
  • jun in italian: you look good 
  • you: i cant understand you
  • jun: love is a universal language
  • you: im gonna smack you with this book

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fic: time with you is standing still

Betty is tired of feeling out of control, and Veronica is so sick of having to put on a brave face.

Somehow, they help each other find relief.

[Or: the “fragile teens try breathplay to cope with their issues instead of seeking the counsel of a qualified mental health professional” fic this fandom deserves. Fluffier than it sounds because I literally don’t know any other way to be.]


Betty Cooper probably isn’t a good person.

Or maybe that’s not fair. She wants to be—she tries to be—but it still feels like… like at least some parts of her aren’t. Sometimes Betty feels hijacked, like she’s doing everything she can to hold it all together and somehow there’s someone else inside her calling the shots.

(“Betty couldn’t make it, so she sent me instead.”)

That person—whoever she is—she’s… well. Betty’d like to think that’s not her, is all. Deep down.

(“I could expose him in the pages of the Blue and Gold! Yeah, I can do that!”

“No. Spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”)

But Betty is also pretty sure true good girls don’t fantasize about choking people.

To be honest, until recently she’d thought it was normal. You hear it all the time, don’t you? People complaining, saying they got so annoyed they just wanted to strangle someone. That’s—it’s a thing people say. So when she would fantasize about taking Cheryl Blossom by the neck and finally, finally shutting her up, about grabbing Archie and making him see her, well…

Maybe it wasn’t a thing good girls did, but even good girls have bad thoughts sometimes, right?

But at least with them, she’d felt mad. Frustrated. Betrayed.

Veronica’s not like that. God, even when Betty’d been mad at her, she’s never felt anything but safe and seen when she’s with Veronica.

So Betty has no excuse for the way her eyes always catch on the string of pearls that hangs delicately from Veronica’s throat, the way she thinks about tangling her fingers in that necklace and pulling, just enough, just until Veronica gasps, just until the pearls leave bulleted bruises across Veronica’s soft skin, a dark ellipsis trailing off to… to…

“Earth to Betty—you still with me?”

Betty blinks hard, and focuses to find Veronica beaming at her. Oh, god. “Sorry, I just… tuned out I guess. What were you saying?”

It’s getting ridiculous.


3. Wingman // Klance

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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the other one | alfie solomons

anon requested tommy’s twin as a nurse and alfie and this is what i made

Being bundled out of the house in the early hours of the morning by your brother’s lackeys to an undisclosed location was becoming a surprisingly common occurrence.

“Can you at least give me a general overview of the incident?”


“Right, pull over”

You opened the car door while it was still moving and the men in the car cried out, throwing their arms out. The guy driving slammed on the breaks and you pulled the door closed slowly, your point made.

“I need to know what I’m walking in to. I need to know what kind of injuries I’m going to be seeing to know what resources I’ll need. I only keep the basics in my home kit, if this is something else I’m going to need to drop by the practice. Everyone keeping schtum nearly made the last guy lose his arm because I walked in unprepared. Now give me the rundown or I’m getting out this car and walking home”

“Isn’t that again your ethics?”

“You work for a gangster and you’re talking to me about ethics? Honestly?”

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Pit Stop (Peter Quill)

A/N: Idek what this is XD I rewatched Guardians of the Galaxy and got inspired and wrote this in the very early hours of the morning so it’s super random lol. Also never written Peter Quill before, so there’s that.

Originally posted by cptnbucky

    “You have got to be kidding me, Peter,” you said, easing back the lever that controlled the power being channeled to the Milano’s engine as Peter slid into his seat. A swarm of small and vaguely humanoid forms was scampering down the street toward you, and even through the thick windshield of the ship, you could hear their keen battle cries.

    “What?” he asked innocently, flicking the shield switch.

    “Doesn’t work anymore,” you reminded him as the creatures ahead of you opened fire, their ammunition exploding in tiny puffs of flame across the nose of the ship.. “We sold the power core, remember?”

    “Oh…” he said. “Right.”

    “So, in what way was this, ‘just making a pit stop?’ I thought that consisted of like… getting some candy and going to the bathroom.”

    “Well, that was the plan, but you know, stuff can go wrong. That was why I left you with the ship,” he explained, pressing the button that activated the thrusters and pulling back a lever, shooting the craft into the air. He winked at you. “Just in case.”

    You rolled your eyes, taking a look out the window as you felt a smile spreading across your lips of its own accord. You couldn’t let him see that. “You’re so reckless. You’re probably going to die before the age of forty.”

    “Yeah, well…” he trailed off, pulling something out of his jacket and tossing it to you.

    You examined the flask in your hands. “Peter, you know I don’t really drink.”

    “Just try it,” he said. “You’ll like it.”

    “What is it?”

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anonymous asked:

i saw someone complaining about "mary not putting up any traps or sigils" to keep azazel out but i'm pretty sure she did??? devil's traps don't work on yellow-eyed demons, as ramiel demonstrated when he was shot with the devil's trap bullets, so ??? am i missing something?

Yeah, I thought 12x12 sneakily contained the answer to that question - that NOTHING Mary would have done would have prepared her for a Prince of Hell unless she kept Michael’s Lance or the Colt under Sammy’s crib and she was rushing to get it when she saw Azazel. 

I certainly screamed at the screen in delighted vindication in Mom Winchester being given a very pointed out on that one. It’s been an issue at least since season 4 and I know they’d know about it because people have been complaining about it the whole time since we found out she was a hunter. And thankfully the only demon lore we DID know about Azazel was “lol did you really think holy water worked on me” or that you needed to make a devil’s trap with several thousand MILES of PURE IRON to keep him out of somewhere he wanted to go. So re-introducing something with yellow eyes and then showing it being immune to the whole normal range of tricks indirectly tells us that maybe she did, maybe she didn’t, but it was pointless so you CAN assume she would have done what she could to protect her family and fat lot of good it would have done her.

The writing might be assuming if we care enough to ask we care enough to find the answer but not accounting for the fact some people have been holding a grudge about it for like 8 years and won’t see anything short of her SAYING something as a real answer, or miss the importance of hinting at it because they’re just too tired at this point :P

Three years old

Part 1 of “Three years old” can be read here :)

Part 2

April 14th, 2017

Watching a man holding his little daughter, swaying to the melody of Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice while the child, exhausted from a day full of happiness and laughter, clung to him as if he was her only rock, the only one who would bring her safely through yet another dark, bustling night, was as close to get a taste of complete bliss as it could get.

Eaden’s head was slumped against her father’s broad shoulder, whose nose was deeply buried into the nape of her neck. Gillian could hear him humming softly to their daughter, and every now and then, he tilted his head slightly to look at her face, watching her eyes getting heavier while she was tiredly looking at her own little fingers tracing the collar of his shirt.

It was the perfect ending to a very special day for their little girl, and for her entire family.

To witness how loved their daughter was by all of her siblings, grandparents and friends was one of the best feelings for a parent.

Knowing how much dedication and time her sisters had put into the three tiered, ocean themed birthday cake with a giant whale on top. It had taken them days to plan this thing just because their little sister was probably the only three-year-old girl around who didn’t want Elsa, Anna or any other recent Disney princess on her cake. Instead, their little Arielle had asked for her very own underwater queendom, as she insisted it should be called.

And her brothers, all hilarious in their own way and absolutely smitten with their little sister, did their absolute best to make this day the most memorable and special day Eaden had ever had by being the sweetest, most patient and generous boys around.

Or watching her open up her presents, one more thoughtful than the other, and seeing the glint in her eyes when she realized that she didn’t just get one package of chewing gum, but one from each of the thirteen countries they all had visited in the last couple of months. All coming with a little story about the person who’d sold them, which their big-hearted, little adventurer loved just as much as the gum itself.

This girl brought so much joy to their family, and Gillian was so grateful for every single day, every moment they got to see her growing up and every memory they were able to make with her. She was worth all the hard times, every tear and every fight they had to survive in order to get to the point when all that was left was the heart.

“Hey, get over here, beautiful,” David suddenly whispered over Eaden’s head, his lips curved in a warm smile as he extended his arm towards her.

She didn’t hesitate to step into his embrace, and as soon as he had his arm securely wrapped around her waist, Gillian snuggled close to her warm, cozy little girl already clad in her soft pyjamas. While the delicious baby smell was long gone, Gillian still loved her daughter’s sweet scent. It was as fresh, satisfying and addicting as ever.

“Did you have a good day, baby?” Gillian asked and gently stroked a few strands of hair out of Eaden’s face.

“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. Gillian was surprised that she wasn’t cranky in the slightest given how tired she looked with her puffy, dazed eyes.

“That’s wonderful! It was a very special day today, wasn’t it? Lots of nice people came over and brought so many great presents, right?”

“Yeah,” David agreed and placed a chaste kiss on his daughter’s forehead before nuzzling his nose into her blond bangs. “And we had a lot of good food today. You loved the burgers, didn’t you? And I can’t wait to eat the rest of the cake with you tomorrow, honey.”

“I’m thwee now,” she whispered, and both David and Gillian couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at their daughter’s slurred statement.

“Yeah,” David said softly and rubbed her back. “Three years ago today you came into our lives as a tiny, beautiful little baby. And you made us very, very happy.”

Eaden hummed softly and raised her head from his chest, fighting so hard to keep her eyes open while looking at her father. “Bwown hair?” she asked, her expression almost concerned.  

“Yes, you had brown hair when you were born, but it turned blond very quickly,” David replied with amusement, and as if his answer had just made her day completely perfect, Eaden heaved a relieved sigh, put her thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes and nestled her face against David’s chest.

They kept swaying to the music, enjoying each other’s warmth and the quiet and peace that was surrounding them.

After a while, Gillian risked a curious glance at Eaden’s face before smiling up at David.

“She’s completely zonked out.”

“Thank god, I thought she was about to get a little delusional,” he joked. “It was a big day for her.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty worn out myself,” Gillian admitted with a wink.

“Hmm, what do you think about tucking her in real quick and then… start to work on that birthday present she didn’t get this year?” he grinned mischievously at her and waggled his eyebrows.

Gillian shot him an incredulous look, but then burst into laughter so that she had to bury her face into the side of his arm to muffle the sound.

“That was so bad,” she chuckled into his shirt.

“What?” he asked in bewilderment. “At least we can tell her next year that we tried really hard for that little brother.”

“We could’ve already told her the same thing this year.”

David pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “True.”

“But you know…” she said seductively before getting on her tiptoes to give him a soft, lingering kiss and then tilted her head slightly to the side to look into his eyes. “You could tuck her in while I’m putting on something nice for the night… and we’ll just… take it from there. What do you think?”

“I think you’re full of brilliant ideas,” he said, and with a last quick kiss, put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the living room, turning off the lights behind him.

While Gillian disappeared into their bedroom, he slowly walked towards the other end of the hallway, and just as he was about to step over the threshold into Eaden’s room, she tightened her hold around his neck, making him stop in his tracks and looking down at her.

She was giving him the puppy eyes and the stuck out bottom lip, and then, in the sweetest voice imaginable, Eaden said, “It’s my birthday, Daddy. Can I sleep in your bed tonight, pwease?”

It’s Time

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson

Summary: You and Loki have been separated; will you ever be able to move on?

Warning: Slightly Angst

Word count: 688

Notes: yo guys it’s me Anahi sorry for no uploads last week it was pretty chaotic at school but here is my firs Loki x reader, why is it sort of sad I have no idea man haha, anyways I still feel pretty bad to that anon still waiting for their request and everyone else v sorry ik im trash guys. Anyways here it is hope you enjoy.

Oh yeah this one-shot is based on this song (X)

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Check You Out - Chapter 5 - May

Chapter Five 
A/N - this is it! This is going to be the final chapter because I feel like the story has run its course and is getting a bit disjointed, I feel like no one cares about it anymore and also I have a heap of other ideas that I want to start. So hopefully in this chapter all the plot lines get a resolution. 

Honestly, I never thought this day would come since it’s taken forever for me to write it (lmao sorry about waiting months between chapters). I want to say thank you so much to my amazing beta Scoobert and everyone who’s ever left a comment or asked when it’s going to next be updated or hit that mf like button- you guys are the reason I write, and the way I got through writing when stuff got difficult. I love you all and I hope you love this final chapter. As always, I’d love feedback, either here or over at artificial-may 

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Inner Beauty

Dean x Angel!Reader

Word Count: 2,195

Warnings: Other than feeling a little insecure there really isn’t any I can think of.

Request: Reader is a fallen angel much like Cas and she’s helped the brothers quite a few times. Anyway the boys are hunting a witch and she puts a spell on Dean since he’s a player so that he can see inner beauty instead of just the outer stuff and then when the boys get back to the bunker, the reader looks the exact same to Dean except now he can see her wings and sees that when she’s around him her wings are curled around him. Thanks!!

A/N: Okay so this one was kind of a challenge, but a really fun and interesting challenge since it was my first time at doing an Angel!Reader I hope you peeps like it and I really super duper hope it’s what you wanted! ;) 

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anonymous asked:

ok but in the shenanigans ray put ryan in the back and then was really surprised that it worked like he hadnt expected to actually get through six of them and iDK if thats what was intended but it does make me happy

Ray: Well, Rye had to go in the back because he’s a fucking giant. The reason I had them line up shortest to tallest was to make sure I could get them all through the head in one clean shot – if they weren’t then it’d be a huge mess.

Ray: And yeah, I didn’t actually think it’d work, so I was a little shocked to see six corpses at first. I thought the bullet would’ve stopped after Gav. Didn’t really think about how sniper rifles are built for distance and I pretty much shot them point blank.