just look at the way he looks at her

Star of the Show - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Could I please have an imagine about Jeff and maybe a couple friends come to a dance performance that I’m in!”

Flashing lights. Pumping music. Chaos backstage. Stressed out dancers running around for their quick changes and getting to the correct wings. This was something you’d been doing years, and were used to, however this time was different- because your recent boyfriend Jeff Atkins had come to watch. He’d brought a couple of friends; Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey, and Montgomery de la Cruz, but it was him you were the most nervous for.

You hadn’t been dating long, and you were worried what he might think of your dancing, especially since you had a solo. However, Jeff coming to support you had warmed your heart. He was the sweetest boyfriend around and would do anything for you.

You stepped out on your cue, feeling the nerves boil up inside you. You started letting your body move you. You knew these steps off by heart, and let yourself be consumed by the emotion of the song and the story your contemporary dance was telling the audience.

Although the lights blocked your view of the audience, you could tell Jeff was there watching you with content and trying not to draw too much attention to himself.

—–

Jeff’s POV

She looked amazing. The way her body moved was so fluid and elegant. Jeff admired his girlfriend and wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. She was everything he’d ever wanted - gorgeous, intelligent, compassionate, hilarious, and just all round perfect. He had his baseball, she had her dance. They loved to support each other, but this was the first chance he’d been given.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” Jeff shouted up at the stage, before realising it was probably a mistake. He got a few dirty looks, but seeing the falter of a smile in your facial expression told him enough. He took note to never do t again, but he was glad he had.

The dance ended and Jeff realised now was the time.

“WOOOO! YOU’RE AMAZING BABY!” He called out to you, with a wolf whistle.

—–

Your POV

The adrenaline was still pumping through you once the dance had finished, and Jeff’s supporting words made you grin, without being able to stop. You took a bow and slowly walked off stage.

—-

All your things were now fit nicely in your bag, you double checked the area to be sure that you’d left nothing behind. There was a gentle knock at your door. You turned to reveal Jeff.

“Jeff!” You enthused. He grinned back at you.

“You. Were. Amazing.” His hands were behind his back. He brought them forward to reveal a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Oh my Jeff they’re gorgeous!” You were surprised but incredibly happy. You ran over and hugged him.

“You’re the amazing one.” You smiled Into his chest. He smelled faintly of coconut. You leaned your head back and brought it up to his, kissing him gently on the lips.

“We could argue all night about this.” He chuckled.

“I’d rather cuddle all night.” You smiled up at him. He had placed the flowers on the side so he could embrace you fully.

You were both shocked apart when the onslaught entered.

“Y/N! That was so good!” Hannah rushed up to hug you.

“Jeff took way too long to ask you out. You could so tell how long he’d been waiting to do that.” Clay laughed.

“How the fuck do you do that?” Monty added. Zach nodded in agreement.

“Pretty damn cool.”

“Thank you guys! You’re all so sweet.” You beamed at your friends.

“So who agrees we should take the star of the show out for dinner? On us.” Hannah asked. The group nodded in agreement.

“And then she’s coming back to mine to cuddle. None of you are allowed.” Jeff had a very serious look on his face. No one interrupted his cuddle time.

“Thank you guys that amazing but I can’t-”

“Yes you can.” Zach cut you off. “Come on. You can pick where we go.”

“I love you all so much.” You giggled. Surrounded by all your favourite people in the world who had come to support you, made you feel a little emotional. They all ‘awww'ed and jumped on you from all sides for a massive bear hug. This was the good stuff.

Allison is less a princess than she is her own knight.

Of all the people she thought might come looking for her after Seth, she isn’t expecting the monster.

“All dressed up with nowhere to go?” he asks. He always talks through his teeth like a rictus grin, and Allison isn’t sure whether it’s an affectation or purely mechanical. Either way, it makes him look like a creepy ventriloquist’s dummy.

“What the fuck do you want,” she says. He just slipped inside the door to the room at Abby’s place she has claimed and closed it behind him, putting his back to it. It’s unlikely that anyone else knows that he is inside the house.

He hated Seth, so he’s not here to pass on his condolences. He’s here with a purpose, and Allison is already halfway through contemplating whether she should choke it out of him before he speaks again.

prologue - read it here

Naruto tea moms: part 2

(More on the way, I love all of these ships 😂😂 this is only poking some fun at them

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Temari: ok, who thinks their kids will grow up the prettiest?

Ino: DEFINETLY Inojin will. He looks just like his momma, and I’m completely gorgeous, so.

Temari: Please Ino, my boy Shikadai will be a killer with my eyes. He’ll win em over with one wink. Just like his mother. ;) Inojin looks lika a ghost.

Sakura: As if having your alien eyes is a good thing, Temari.

Hinata: Himawari’s blue eyes really contrast with her hair color, MY hair color.

Ino: And?

Hinata: Being the Byakugan Princess, I think she will look just as beautiful as her mom, getting suitors left and right.

Sakura: I think Sarada will be the most beautiful when she grows up, just like her mother, fierce, beautiful, and-

Ino : Sakura, your child barely looks like you.

Sakura: What!? Look at her eyes!

Ino : Yeah, they are black like Sasuke’s.

Sakura: Stop giggling Hinata, Boruto doesn’t look like you either.

Hinata: He gets his pliable hair from me.

Temari : ….. She’s got a point.

Sakura: I’ve had it, Kauri is much cooler than you loosers!

Ino: She’ll be back tomorrow
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“No way,” he protested, waving at the cliffs with emphasis. “Check out those cliffs, and the trees up there! You are a giant!”

The giant looked aside and his eyebrows lifted slightly as he noticed. The trees standing atop the shoreside cliffs were tall compared to Chase, but none of them would come to even half the giant’s height. 

“Ah. Okay,” he admitted, glancing back to Chase. The giant smiled faintly again, a fascinated and amused look. “Guess I am. But you can just call me Jacob.”


A prompt for @paigethefiremage, of @neonthebright‘s characters Chase and Jacob (the exerpt above is from her story Chase in Lilliput). I’m always up for drawing Jacob, and this story so far is great, so I think it’s entirely fitting that I sketch out a scene. ^^ My only regret is that I didn’t get to really show Chase- maybe another time.

Send me a doodle request!

anonymous asked:

Ciel accidentally takes all the power of Lu and finishes his transformation into demon but Lu becomes human...

Ciel looks at himself, feeling the surge of power flowing throughout his body. He doesn’t know how he managed to take all of Lu’s powers. It wasn’t his intentions to do so in the first place. “Lu?” He looks down at the girl and notices how she doesn’t have her horns and tail. 

Lu just looked like any average human girl and Ciel feels guilty about it. 

“My powers…” She mumbles. “I can’t feel anything.” Lu looks at Ciel with fear and all the man can do was to hug the former Demon.

“Lu, I’m sorry for taking all of your powers.” Ciel whispers, rubbing the sobbing Lu’s back. “I’ll try to find a way to restore your powers back to you. I don’t have any ill intentions of doing what I did.”

“Mmm! Y-You better find a way!”

curioosity — cont.

Azura just stared at him. Not because her little stunt would get her in trouble, but she was kinda glad to see him alive? Hell no she’s not going to cry over this. That would be embarrassing!

“Uh… Just some visitors of crying people, but nothing more than that,” she quickly wiped her incoming tears away and cleared her throat. “Here, I think these are meant for you?” She handed Aku a bunch of fresh flowers and a plush that looked just like him, but cuter! Probably from his own fans or worshippers and TOTALLY wasn’t from his secretary. Nope. Nor that massive portrait she- er, SOMEONE drew up that was on the wall behind him either.

Aku looked questioningly at the bouquet and plush in his hands before turning his head to look at the portrait. It was almost as if he were at his own funeral. But that was ludicrous! Either way, Aku was certain he wanted no part of this.

“…I am going back to sleep. Wake me when this all comes to pass.” Then, laying down again, he closed himself back into the coffin for some peace. Some nice restful, peace. At least this space was free of whoopie cushions

Wait a minute.

The lid flung open as Aku sat up suddenly. 

“Azura? Why am I resting in a casket?

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TBT the time Paul McCartney sang “Michelle” in the White House and the President of the United States was like a high school teenager with a crush.[x] 

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So, are you ready, you think? To start dating? No, definitely not. My grief group said that I wouldn’t be ready until I can get through the whole story of Michael’s death without tearing up.

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favourite rory & logan moments: 22/?

it just really puts things into perspective. like, we all love and idolise harry with every fibre of our beings, someone who’s changed so many lives—and now he’s up there with his own idol, who he feels the exact same way about as we do him. the way he looks at her hits me hard, because that’s how i look at him; like nothing else exists in that moment. this must’ve been such an earth-shattering experience for him, and he deserves it more than anyone.

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“Mom,” Dean gasps, relieved beyond measure. It had been exhausting cutting their way through hoards of demons and angels alike, but they’d finally found her among the wreckage. “You’re ok.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, spattered with black gore. “And in charge, apparently.”

Mary made an embarrassed little gesture, the beret on her head tipping down slightly. “There’s no nationalities here anymore. Just people. All of us, united against this. It’s what I wanted from the beginning.”

Dean nods; he can appreciate the simplicity. “Still, you look like you did pretty well for yourself.”

Mary smiles, small and secret. “Well, I had some help from a friend.” 

She looks over her shoulder. Dean and Sam twist to look as well.

From around a pillar of stone comes a snatch of a coat whipping in the wind, not tan but black, but the eyes are still the same.

Dean’s lips part in surprise. Sam gives an awed smile. “Cas,” he says.

This Castiel joins Mary’s side and sticks his hands into the pocket of his coat. “Hello,” he says, stiffly but almost shyly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Dean’s heart drops to somewhere around his knees. I’ve heard. Because this is a world where Sam and Dean never existed. Castiel has never met them before.

Castiel looks at him. “You must be Dean,” he says, but it’s wrong. The voice is the same, but the way it says his name isn’t. The tenderness that comes with the sort of friendship they had is totally absent, and it’s so jarring that Dean actually feels like he’s going to cry.

What is it with the revived and his expectations lately?

Dean swallows past the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” he croaks.

It’s been six months since Castiel died in the real world. They threw themselves into finding a way to save the one person they could, and now they have this to deal with.

Or, well, Dean does. Castiel turns to Sam and says, “I hear I’m a ‘hugger’” and Sam swoops him up into an embrace, laughing loudly and slapping him on the back like nothing’s amiss. Like this is a gift.

It’s not. It’s just twisting the knife deeper.

“Dean?” Mary asks him.

He snaps his eyes back to her. He shakes his head and turns on his heel.

He can feel the familiar weight of a pair of eyes boring holes into his back as he walks away.