my dad came up with this one you guys

something i’ll never forget is something i overheard while i was skyping with a stoner friend, lance, who lived in a little cottage on a weed farm that his dad owned (really cool guy despite that background i just gave you)

lance’s dad came over to visit and they were having a chat while my friend chris and i were still on the call but lance forgot to mute his mic so we could hear their chat

lance’s dad has a pretty notable bostonian accent and he was a matter-of-fact kind of guy who was super real. the kind of dad who you’d wanna be friends with despite their being an age gap

the one thing that he said that really stuck with me was

“sometimes i wake up in the morning and i think ‘im still fuckin here? why havent i died yet?’“

and i still think about that from time to time.

On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Seven

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

You swore you’d never hurt me.”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own.”

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight


“Harry, why do you carry that hook around?” You asked, looking up at the pirate from the dock as he mopped the deck of the ship. Harry shrugged, “it was me dad’s. I always thought he’d give it to me older sister, Harriet. But he gave it to me instead. It made me feel like maybe the old man actually cared.” He paused, a slight blush covering his cheeks as he glanced up to you quickly before turning back to his mopping. “That sounded corny, eh?”

You smiled, “I think it sounded nice.”

“Now I have a question for ye, Lass,” The pirate hummed, glancing up at you with a small smile. “Have ye ever been in love?” He asked, placing his hands on top of the mop handle and resting his chin on them. You chuckled, shaking your head. “No I have not.” You replied, receiving a cheeky grin in return.

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everythin’.”

“Right you are, Hook.”


“Okay, Lass, ye’ve had yer fun. Time to give me back me hook,” The pirate gritted through clenched teeth, hand outstretched. You snickered, stepping back. “I don’t think I’ve had enough fun just yet.”

Harry growled, lunging out to you. You laughed, running away from the angry pirate. He should have known better than to let you “borrow” his most prized possession. You barely outran him in time to climb up to the crow’s nest. “I don’t care if ye’re goin’ up there! I’ll still catch ye!” Harry shouted, following up after you.

You laughed when the pirate cornered you. “Hiya!” Harry rolled his eyes, reaching for the hook, which you held out behind you. “Nah ah ah,” You tsked. “Not until you say it back.”

“I’m not saying it back.”

“Harry.”

The pirate sighed, clenching his jaw before looking at you. “Hiya.” He muttered blandly. You sighed, “No. Like you mean it, Harold.” You scolded, poking him in the stomach. You grinned slightly at the giggle he let out in response to being poked in one of his most ticklish spots. “Okay okay okay,” He laughed before looking to you with a small smile.

“Hiya!” He repeated, voice higher than normal. You gave him a fond smile, pressing your lips to his for a brief kiss. You pulled away as he took his hook, gripping it tightly in his left hand. “Good pirate,” You cooed, arm slipping around his neck in order to pull him down to your height and pinch his cheek.

“Right you are, Lass. I am a grand pirate. But, ye want to know a secret?” He asked, voice dropping to a whisper. You nodded eagerly, you loved being told secrets.

“I’m an even better boyfriend.”


“Harry you look seasick,” Uma sighed, sitting beside the mopey pirate at the picnic table. “So?” Came the reply, muffled by the fact he had his arms crossed on the table and his chin on his arms so he could barely move his mouth.

“Well, we’re not on a boat, and besides you’ve lived on a boat your entire life you never get seasick,” She reasoned. “Here. Eat.”

Harry grunted in reply as a tray of food was shoved at him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Well then what are you gonna do for the next half hour?” Uma questioned, rolling her eyes at her stubborn friend.

Harry buried his face in his arms. “Remember,” He whispered before closing his eyes.

Uma shook her head, leaving her friend to stomp over to where Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay sat. “What did that wench do to Harry?”

“What’s it to you, Shrimpy?” Mal asked, smirking slightly.

“I’ve never seen him this upset. He won’t even eat or fight with Gil. The poor oaf’s lost without his partner-in-crime,” Uma growled, motioning to a lonely Gil blowing on dandelions. Jay sighed.

“I wish we knew. Lonnie said Y/N hasn’t gotten out of bed. She ditched all of her classes today,” He replied. “She had some appointments today she missed. I was supposed to fit her for new clothes and she was supposed to help Dizzy mix some hair potions,” Evie added with a sigh. “Dizzy’s really upset about it.”

“I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Harry constantly flirting with her, despite the fact she only broke up with him because of you,” Carlos retorted. Uma narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you insinuating there, Flea Boy?”

“Harry’s been doing nothing but flirting with her since he got to Auradon. Acting like it’s not his fault they broke up. He did cheat with you, after all.”

“What are you talking about? Harry never cheated with me.”

“Yeah he did. That’s the entire reason Y/N broke up with him. Gil came to Y/N’s home and told him Harry was cheating on her with you,” Carlos explained, albeit a little confused. Did she really not remember?

“Gil told her what!?” Uma exclaimed, staring at the four in shock.

“Gil come over here right now!”

the blond boy looked confused, but followed his Captain’s orders.

“Why did you tell Y/N Harry was cheating on her with me?” Uma demanded, shoving him down on the bench seat so she could stare down at him.

Gil gulped, looking nervous. “Well, one day when I was walking into Ursula’s I overheard you guys talking…”

It had been a long day for Gil, his father had required him to workout with him all morning, then listen to his tales all afternoon. So, it was about five in the evening by the time the boy was able to head over to Ursula’s. He just hoped he hadn’t missed too much.

He grinned upon hearing the voice of his closest friends - Captain Uma and First Mate Harry Hook. He opened his mouth to greet them, stopping when he heard them talking in hushed voices.

“Uma, I’m askin’ as yer friend, not yer first mate. Ye can’t tell Y/N what’s goin’ on,” Harry insisted, sounding panicked.

“She’s your girlfriend, Harry. She has a right to know. Besides, don’t you think she’ll notice the marks eventually?” The voice of the Captain shot back, seeming angered.

“I’ll keep them covered. Please. She can’t find out. Not until I figure out how to tell her without her overreactin’.”

“Fine, Harry. But you better tell her eventually, or I will. I will not allow what’s going on to remain a secret.”

Carlos, Evie, Jay, and Mal all stared at Uma accusingly.

“Sounds like cheating to me,” Evie stated, narrowing her eyes at the sea witch. The others nodded in agreement.

“Harry and I never did anything! He’s like my brother! I view him and Gil the way you girls view Carlos and Jay!” Uma snarled before turning to Gil with a sigh. “Gil… You misread the situation. Harry and I weren’t talking about some secret affair or something,” She started, voice turning somber.

“Then what were you talking about?” Gil quizzed, crossing his arms. Uma sighed.

Uma was helping Harry untangle his hook from his jacket when she noticed shades of blue, black, and purple peeking out from the collar of his shirt. “Harry, why are there bruises on your back?” Uma inquired. Sure, as pirates and villains they get into fights often. But she knew Harry well enough to know he would never let someone sneak up behind him or turn his back on an enemy long enough get a bruise that bad on his back.

“Oh, uh, well, ye see I was moppin’ the ship and I slipped and fell on my back,” Harry replied.

“Don’t lie to me, Harry,” Uma growled before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Was it your dad?”

Harry paused, “Yeah. It was him.”

“Does Y/N know?” She quizzed, crossing her arms as the pirate turned to face her, panic on his face.

“No. And ye can’t tell her, Uma. She’d go ballistic!” He replied.

“She needs to know, Harry. Maybe she’d be able to convince you to stop visiting that drunk like I’ve been trying to.”

“Uma, I’m askin’ as yer friend, not yer first mate. Ye can’t tell Y/N what’s goin’ on,” Harry insisted, sounding panicked.

“She’s your girlfriend, Harry. She has a right to know. Besides, don’t you think she’ll notice the marks eventually?” The voice of the Captain shot back, seeming angered.

“I’ll keep them covered. Please. She can’t find out. Not until I figure out how to tell her without her overreactin’.”

“Fine, Harry. But you better tell her eventually, or I will. I will not allow what’s going on to remain a secret.”

“Harry’s dad was…” Evie trailed off, eyes drifting to the lone pirate, still off in his own little world.

“Yeah…” Uma trailed off. “That was what we were talking about, Gil. Not some stupid little scandal.”

“Uh oh…” gil mumbled, before looking to the group like a kicked puppy. “Guys… I think I messed up really bad this time.”



It was late, and you were getting ready to go to bed in the house you shared with your father. You had just turned off your light when a knock came on your broken window. “Ye up, Y/N?” A voice called from outside your window.

“Harry?”  You asked, peering out the window. You noticed his red jacket before opening the window completely. “Are you insane? You know my dad hates you. He’ll kill you if he finds you out here!” You whisper-shouted. Ever since Harry hooked one of your father’s voodoo dolls he hated the pirate. “Come on, I’ll be quiet! I just want to give ye a present, Lass.”

You sighed before helping the pirate through your window. Once he was steadily on his feet he instructed you to close your eyes, and hold out your hand. Seconds later, something cool and smooth was dropped into it. You opened your eyes, gasping at the ring in your hand.

“There. It was me mum’s. I want ya to have it,” Harry whispered, taking the ring and sliding it onto your ring finger. The one that was supposed to be reserved for wedding rings… and engagement rings.

“Harry, are you…?” You trailed off, staring questioningly at the pirate.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “No, lass. Not yet. Not until I can get ye out of this hellhole. Until then, consider us… engaged to be engaged. But the second we step foot off of this island, I hope ye’ll agree to bein’ my wife. My annoying, loud, short-tempered, smart-mouthed wife.”

“Harry, this is supposed to be a cute moment but you’re making me want to punch you in the face.”

“Ah, that’s my girl.”


Sliding out from under your covers, you walked over to the jewelry box sitting on a stand in your room. The last time you opened that box was when you returned from the Isle. “I’m so gonna regret this,” You whispered, opening one of the little drawers and pulling out a familiar ring.

It was me mum’s.

You slid it onto your finger, smiling softly.

The second we step foot off this island, I hope ye’ll agree to bein’ my wife.

“I wish, Harry. I wish…” You whispered as tears once again began to fill your eyes.


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5

Stiles x Reader


Stiles stiffened and began to almost vibrate as anger coursed through him. He’d been tricked, trick by your lie to cover your tracks, so much so that he ignored Scott when the pack decided something was off about you.

 

“Stiles I can explain.” You said quickly and he slammed the papers in his hands down into your duffle bag.

 

“You used me.” He mumbled and you shook your head.

 

“No… I mean maybe to start with but I…!” You started to explain but Stiles threw his hands in the air and scoffed at you.

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Some Halloween Prompts
  1. “For the hundred time I don’t not want to join your Brood.”
  2. “Praying is not going to make me go away.”
  3. “You should have made sure, I was dead.”
  4. “You could have warned me, about your dead ex.”
  5. “Dead men tell no tales, but we do bend the truth alot.”
  6. “It will be an easy job, you said.  Banish some lower demon back to were they came, you said.  But no one said, anything thing about the demons, being part of my immediate family.  I just had to banish my Dad.”
  7. “Run, just run!”
  8. “We need to leave, before they find out we can see them.”
  9. “So you guys are saying, no one put up the extra scary scarecrow, in the front yard?
  10. “There’s a body in his trunk, what do i do?”
  11. “Your soul, or hers.”
  12. “Out of all the items in this thrift store, you find the only cursed one.”
  13. “She on the thirteenth floor.”
  14. Not to be that guy, but are we really not going to talk about, the skeleton in your boyfriend’s closet?”
  15. “Who’s hands are these!”
  16. “Don’t say his name.”
  17. “With the last breathe in it’s body, it cursed me to death.”
  18. “I am not taking that short cut.”
  19. “Dancing upon those graves, might not be a good idea.”
  20. “There’s no way out of here.”
  21. “You can’t sell me your soul, when you don’t have one to begin with.”
Numb - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by jennchoblake

word count: 1932
summary: after the dread doctors take your soul, you’re just not you.  and it becomes more and more dangerous to yourself every day 
warnings:depression, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, swearing


You’d never felt a coldness like this before.  A numbing, empty, coldness in your chest.  It wasn’t the frostbitten-cover-your-skin-in-the-wintertime cold.  No, it was far worse.  

It was the Dread Doctors-ruined-my-life-and-now-I’m-nothing-cold.

Beginning the night of the storm, you were taken by them, and they removed something from you that you didn’t know could be physically operated to take away.  They took your happiness.  Your spirit, your charisma.  They took it away from you, and for weeks on end, you were trapped in a depression like no other.

It had confused the pack greatly, how the perky always brightside y/n l/n had gone from smiling to expressionless in the matter of a day.  And because of your wiped memory, you’d had no idea that what was once your soul, was stolen from you.  So when everyone kept asking you, begging you to brighten your eyes and tell them what was wrong, you’d tell them you were fine each day.  And they didn’t know how to fix you.

Lydia tried taking you shopping, all your favorite stores, offering to buy you a whole new wardrobe, give you a mani pedi, but what was once your girls’ favorite activities to do together just felt wrong and awkward.  Malia took you hiking, all your favorite places in the woods, but you never cracked a smile.  Kira made you a sushi dinner, remembering how much you enjoyed using chopsticks, but the confusion on your features just made her heart break.

But it was Stiles’ heart who was shattered.

His best friend, the only girl he could only fall in love with, wasn’t herself.  The dimpled angelic smile and glowing features looked so dull.  He practically saw you in black and white, when you used to be his ray of sunshine.  He tried everything, he took you for drives in Roscoe, made you dinner and cuddled you while watching your favorite movies, even the ones he despised but knew you adored.  He went and bought your favorite books for you to read, and when that didn’t seem to work he read them to you.  He brought you to dinners with his Dad, he took you on long walks late at night in the park (a secret thing that only you and him did).  He cracked jokes 25/8 in hopes of earning the smallest of smiles.  Nothing worked.

You were in a constant expressionless, barely alive, broken state.  And no one knew how to fix you.

And here you were, standing on the cliffside at the Beacon Hills Preserve, trying to think, trying to figure out what had happened to you that changed you so much.  You stepped out further, looking down at the fall beneath you.

“Help” You whispered softly, almost able to hear the echo of your voice bouncing down what must be a hundred foot drop.  You could see your breath hang in the air before dissipating.  You choked down a thick swallow, trying to fathom the horrid idea that crossed your mind.

This fall would end your suffering.


“Y/N!” Stiles screamed, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice as he sprinted faster than he ever has through the woods.  He knew you had to have come here.  

In the five minutes he left you in the living room alone while he’d gone to the kitchen, you had taken off.  When Stiles walked back to the couch, you were nowhere to be found, and the front door wide open.  He’d instantly contacted the entire pack and now they were scouring through the Preserve in search of you.  He could hear Scott and Malia howling in the distance.

Y/N PLEASE!” Stiles’ voice strained and cracked, but he didn’t care.  He just kept screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran.  The burn in his legs and stomach didn’t even matter, he didn’t care if he even puked he wouldn’t stop running in search of you.  The light of his flashlight bounced off the ground and trees, his arms moving frantically.

He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking like an idiot screaming and sobbing as he sprinted like there was no tomorrow through the woods, but he just didn’t care.

“Y/N!


You spun your head, your chest heaving as you squinted to see a light flashing around in the distance of trees.

“Stiles?” You whispered, trying to see what was coming towards you at a rapid speed.  When you didn’t hear another frantic scream, you turned back towards the ridge, your feet barely shuffling forwards.  You had to do this, you’d put everyone out of their misery, including yourself.  It’d be over fast, enough that you wouldn’t feel a single ounce of pain upon impact.  You had to do this

“Y/N!” You sucked in a breath, spinning around to see Stiles there, a mere ten feet away.  “y/n I need you to listen to me-”

“Don’t try to talk me out of this” You said, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.  Stiles nodded, holding out both of his hands in a form of surrender.


“I won’t” He whispered.  “But if you’re going to do this, I need you to know something” He told you, and waited for some form of response.  You only nodded.  “This, isn’t you” He said.

You opened your mouth to protest but didn’t get the chance to speak.  

“And I would know, because I know you better than anyone else, hell, I know you better than you know you, fact” He said, shooting his hand down in frustration.  “I know that you’re always tired, no matter what.  I know that you can’t have breakfast right after you wake up because you don’t get hungry for a while and you want to enjoy the meal to it’s fullest.  I know that you like to have the windows down in the car, even when it’s frickin’ ten degrees out.  I know as much as you say you hate it you love watching Star Wars, and I know you’ll never admit it to me for the sake of the argument.  I know that you have the brightest smile in Beacon Hills, even though we haven’t seen it in a while.  I know you’re afraid of the dark but you refuse to get any form of nightlight because you don’t want to succumb to the fear, you want to move on from it.  I know that you had a crush on Theo before he went bat shit crazy and tried to tear apart the pack, and I know what your feeling before you know what you’re feeling”

You blinked, your lips parted as new tears settled in your eyes.

“But damnit y/n,” Stiles stepped closer, and you didn’t stop him.  “If I lose you today without telling you that I know all these things because I’m hopelessly in love with you, then I will deliver myself to Theo and beg for him to rip me apart” He sighed heavily as you began crying in front of him.

Stiles continued, noticing how you were actually expressing feeling.  Even if it appeared to be sadness, at least it wasn’t your blankness.

“I know you were the ones who threw eggs at Jackson’s house when he beat me up freshman year, and I know you confessed to my Dad as soon as he was looking for the perp who’d done it.  I know you guys promised each other to keep your identity a secret if you promised not to let it happen” He confessed, and your eyes widened with surprise that he’d known the truth.  “He never told me, I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just know” Stiles took one more small step forwards, going unnoticed by you.  “I know you get scared sometimes that you’ll be replaced by Scott, and I know when Lydia came into the picture, you were terrified, but you never told me”

I wanted to, your voice caught in your throat.  I wanted to tell you how afraid I was.

“I know you’re not sleep cuddling when you grab on to me during sleepovers.  I know you’re awake and that you wrap yourself completely around me so that you can sleep”

Stiles was close enough that if he extended his arm, he could touch you.

“y/n, if you do this, I will never be able to do anything I’ve dreamed of doing” Stiles admitted.  “I’ll never be able to muster the courage to ask you out, I’ll never be able to take you to some fancy restaurant and tell you how gorgeous you look, I’ll never be able to kiss you or hold you, I’ll never be able to wake up with you in my arms and just lay and tell you how much you mean to me.  I’ll never be able to drop on a knee one day and ask you to be mine forever, even though forever just isn’t quite enough time for me to have with you”

“I- all I’m doing is hurting you” You choked out to him finally.  “I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, I care about you too much to put you through this-”

“Then don’t do it” Stiles took a long stride forward, and you hesitantly shuffled backwards.  If you did so again, you’d wobble of the ledge.  “Come here, let me take you home” He whispered softly, and held out his hands to you.  “Let me warm you up and we can talk, we can talk about anything you want” He said, and you stared at his open palm, your fingers itching to grab onto it.

“I’m broken Stiles” You mumbled.  “I don’t know how to fix me”

He crossed the space between you, grabbing your hand in his, holding your small and cold hand between both of his,  He brought it to his lips and placed a kiss in your palm.

“Let me help you” He whispered, and after a second of staring at him, you nodded your head shakily.

“Okay” Your voice cracked as tears streamed down your cheeks.  “Okay” You sobbed, and as you moved towards him he embraced you tightly, pulling you as far back from the ledge as he could before he couldn’t move anymore, just wanted to stand and hold you.  Your hands were fisted into the collar of his hoodie, your face buried in it.  Stiles’ hands were running through your hair and rubbing your back so quickly, the fear of almost losing you still settled in his bones.

“Don’t ever do that again” He said, kissing your cheek and head a few quick times as he rocked you side to side, one of his arms tightening around your waist.  “You scared me so bad- I don’t know what I would’ve done without you y/n I can’t- I can’t do anything without you” Your hands released his shirt to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, then delve up and grip to the longer strands, pulling your face off of him to stare up into his eyes with your tear filled ones.

“I won’t” You said, pulling him down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, like it was a normal thing for the two of you to do, then hug him tightly again.  Stiles gripped onto you, not even having the time to bask in the taste of your soft lips against his.  He didn’t have the time for that, he was still focused on the relief of having you in his arms.

“Come on, we’re going home” He whispered in your hair.


you are BEAUTIFUL and you are WORTH IT!
and if you ever think otherwise, dm me.  bc you’re amazing.  and i will prove it to you.  i also like making friends 

xoxo ~ jordie

lucia-ik  asked:

omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!

LMAO Yes! Drunk Keith is worse than Shiro tbh. XD 

[The Voltron Family]  Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.

The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.

He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.

Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer?
Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father.
Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice.
Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around*
Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. 
Keith: Thanks. *leaves*
Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles*
Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc?
Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay?
Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. 
Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man.
Keith: It’s fine.
Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh? Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder*
Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples* 

Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.

Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar?
Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*

Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.

Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. 
Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness.
Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in*
Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! 
Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something!
Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever.
Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy.
Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him?
Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor*
Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now?
Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. 
Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. 
Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken.
Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy.
Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing?
Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm*
Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me.
Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that—
Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith*
Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers.
Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first.
Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first.  
Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? 
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad.
Keith: My husband.
Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?!
Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling*
Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him*
Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*

Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.

Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning.
Keith: Shiro. *whispers*
Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns*
Keith: Oh my god. *groans* 
Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me.
Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you.
Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair.
Keith: It’s true though.
Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date?
Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight?
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.

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Request: “An imagine where the reader is Chibs’s daughter who is a trained killer who does kills for other SOA Charters. She meets Happy when the reader is burying a body. They fall in love until she is shot in the head in front of Chibs and Happy.”

Guys, I cried while writing this, omg! Don’t forget to comment, reblog, like and follow! I love hearing from you guys! Xoxo

Mo Ghra is Scottish for ‘my love’

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           “Yes dad, I’m fine, just a little knick to my side, “ you told Chibs, “the other guy looks much worse, trust me.”

           “Where are ye?” he asked, to which you immediately gave your location. “I’m sending one of my guys to help ya, no arguments please mo ghra.”

           You rolled your eyes but agreed, hanging up the phone and began digging the hole you were set to put the body in. You weren’t sure how long you’d been digging when the sound of a bike made you look up. A slim, tan guy with no hair came up to you.

           You nodded to the second shovel you had brought with you, “I’m Y/N.”

           He nodded, “Happy.”

           You laughed, “That doesn’t fit you at all dude.”

           He shrugged, “You did a number on this guy. What’d he do to you?”

           “Oh nothing. This is just a job to me. Lee from the Tacoma Charter called and said he needed someone dead, and I’m the girl for that, so here we are,” you explained nonchalantly, continuing to dig, “It didn’t help that the bastard grazed me with his blade. That did make his death a little more painful.”

           Happy laughed, which took you by surprise because, despite his name, he did not seem like a joyful person. “Damn girl, you’re somethin’ else,” he told you as the two of you hoisted the body into the hole and covered him with the dirt.

           “I’ve been called worse,” you told him, winking as he helped you take your tools to your truck.

           “Where ya headed?” he asked, leaning up against the truck, lighting up a cigarette and offering you one.

           Taking the offer, you shrugged “Nowhere in particular. What ya got in mind?”

           Happy shrugged, “You could come back to the clubhouse and see who can outdrink who?”

           “Oh, you’re so on, man,” you told him, laughing as you jumped in your truck to head to the clubhouse.

*Two years later*

“Babe,” you called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Happy said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You giggled as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your neck. You moaned, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I have a job. I’ll be back later okay?”

He groaned but nodded, “Alright, I love you girl.”

You kissed him, “I love you, Hap.”

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Despite being contracted with SAMCRO, you sometimes took jobs with other people too. You went where the money was. Getting out of your truck, tight grip on your gun, you walked up to the man you had talked to on the phone the week prior.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face, extending his hand.

“Hello Mr. Pope. What can I do for ye?” you asked. You were shocked when more men came out from behind the buildings, which made you immediately raise your gun.

Pope laughed, “Put that away, Y/N. Regardless of who you shoot, you’ll be taken down right after.”

You slowly set your gun down and kicked it to him as you were grabbed from behind and forced to sit on your knees next to Pope’s feet. “What do you want?” you asked through gritted teeth, “I’m not gonna beg for my life, dickhead, so shoot me if that’s what you’re gonna do.”

He laughed, “Oh, Y/N, you may not beg for your life, but I know two people who will. I need you to be as quite as possible or I’m gonna shoot your dad and your old man, do you understand me?” You nodded as you heard the rumble of bikes in the distance, and Pope walked off.

“I want the bald one and the Scott in cuffs hooked to the ground, “You heard Pope order and tears filled your eyes as for the first time in your life, you were terrified of what was about to happen. A long time went by before Pope came back and jerked you off of the ground, pulling you behind him as he walked.

You gasped as you saw Happy and your dad tied up, struggling against the ties once they saw that he had you.

“Let her go you fuckin’ prick,” Chibs yelled, with his own tears welling up in his eyes as Pope tossed you to the ground.

“Get up and kneel girl,” he ordered, watching you do exactly as he said, “I told you all from the beginning that I was not one to fuck with, and you fucked with me. There are consequences for your actions, boys.” As he said this, you felt the cold steel against the back of your head and watched Happy and Chibs both struggling against the cuffs, begging Pope to take them instead.

“I love you,” you mouthed to your two favorite men.

Happy wailed as the gun went off, falling to the ground as your lifeless body fell. “Maybe this will teach SAMCRO not to fuck with Pope Enterprises. All of you have more family, just remember that. Your guys are on their way with a key. Have a nice day, gentlemen,” Pope said before getting in his car and leaving.

“Happy! Chibs!” They heard Jax yell.

“Over here,” Chibs called back.

“Holy shit,” Juice said as he came around the corner and saw Y/N’s body on the ground. He quickly went to unlock the cuffs on Happy and Chibs as the rest of SAMCRO came around and took in the scene. Happy immediately got up and ran to his bike, taking off before anyone could say anything. “Juice, follow him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Jax ordered.

Chibs went over and picked your lifeless body up as he cried, smoothing your hair out of your face. “Mo ghra, I love you.”

Honorary Art

Originally posted by peeblesprotectionpatrol

Request:  Hey doll! I loved your newest fic, it was super good, even though it was sad. Do you think you’d be able to write one of the boys (your choice) x fem reader, where she has lots of tattoos but they don’t know and they see one day and are really shocked. Sorry if it’s too specific, I just loooove your writing too much :)

Summary: GenderNeutral!Reader has a few tats they’re hiding.

A/N: Hello all, super long gap between fics again, I know, I’m sorry, I’m the worst :( I don’t really have an excuse except that I was kinda busy (I had a speech to write, a presentation to give, and a midterm all in the same week rip) and I had 0 inspiration :( sorry y’all bt I’m here now with hopefully 2 new fics tonight! Hope you guys enjoy these :D

Wordcount: 1069, I tried making this longer but I couldn’t rip

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry friends!

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Always Be There (Archie x Reader)

Request: Can you do a romantic Archie Andrews Riverdale Imagine?

“Are you alright?” You asked Archie as he came out of the boys locker room holding his hand in the other.

“I’m fine. What are you even doing here?” Archie answer back. Not believing him you picked up his hand, and as you did Archie winced at the touch. Rolling your eyes at the lying boy you made sure there was no bruising and everything looked in place. He probably just twisted it the wrong way.

“I heard you got hurt during practice so I rushed here, and as I can tell it’s a good thing I did.” You said as you crossed your arms giving Archie a look of disappointment. “Why did you keep on playing if you knew you were injury? You could’ve made everything worse” Archie looked at you at a loss for words not wanting to fight with you since you were right about the situation.

“I just really want to make captain. Everyone is depending on me to and I can feel the pressure building.” Archie mumble out ashamed of his actions as he thought it through more clearly now.

“Your lucky that nothing got worse. If it did captain would of been off of the table and then you would of let everyone down but most importantly yourself. If you want this, fight for it but don’t put yourself at risk Arch, you will only get burned in the end.” You said softly trying to comfort the upset boy in front of you. Lacing one of your hands with his, you pulled his face up with the other. “You know I’ll always be proud of you no matter what’s on the front of your jersey. So will the rest of your friends and family. We love you Arch captain or not we still will.” Archie finally gave you smile but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I didn’t really think it through I just knew I wanted it. I didn’t care about myself at that point and now I’m regretting it” Archie let out trying to keep calm as the pain was now shooting through his wrist.

“I think we should take you home Arch, get some ice to put on it and something for your pain.” Archie nodded and let you lead the way to your car so you could bring him home.


“Good evening Mr.Andrews” You called as he walked into the door after a long day of work. You were sitting down on the couch with Archie head in your lap. His hand was now wrapped up but he was still in pain. Not wanting to hurt himself anymore you guys decided to have a night in to watch movies.

“Evening Y/N and Archie” Fred said but stop when something caught his eyes. “What happened to your hand Archie?” Sitting up from your lap Archie started to explain to his father

“I injury it during football practice today, it’s not broke or anything just really hurts”

“Next time try to be more careful, we wouldn’t anything to happen to your wrist. It would take away two of the things you love the most, football music” Fred warned, Archie just nodded his head happy that his father wasn’t upset with him. As Fred left to go cook supper Archie turned towards you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably not much since you would have a broken wrist”  You joked and Archie smack your chest lightly as you both laughed.

“And heart” Archie said changing the mood to serious. You smiled it always made you feel some type of way when he would say sweet things to you. Only Arch managed to make you feel like this was all you needed in life. “I love you Y/N” Archie said with a grinned pasted on his face.

“I love you too Arch” Leaning in to kiss him you couldn’t help but feel lucky. Archie was every girl dream guy and you managed to get him. Feeling his lips against yours was alluring, you didn’t need anything else in this moment. Both of you guys pulled to catch your breath after the overwhelming feeling.

“So pizza?” Mr.Andrews questioned as he reentered the room, making Archie and you look at each other wide eyes. Knowing if he came in moments before he would of caught you guys making out on his couch.

“Sure dad” Arch spoke as blush came upon his cheeks.

“Great” As his dad left the room, Archie took your hand and said

“Come on let’s go to my room, where we have more privacy” Getting up to go you couldn’t help but feel like you were on cloud nine.

Summer (Part One)

Requested by anon

Hi love, just wondering if you would be willing to do a Harry hook imagine set in neverland where the reader is peter pans daughter and meets Harry but they don’t know who each other are (Harry is without his hook for some reason etc) and they fall in love but discover who each other are after it’s too late? Love your writing so much!!!

Summary: You had always wanted to go to Neverland and when you’re father refused you decided to take matters into your own hands. Little did you know that on that island you would meet the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Characters: Harry Hook, reader (daughter of Peter Pan)

Warnings: none i’m pretty sure

Word Count: 2579

A/N: Can I just say I loved this idea so much! I’m pretty sure this is going to be split up into two parts. The second one is actually all finished and queued up for tomorrow but anyway hope you guys like this one!

@booktvmoviefangirl

Requests and tags are always open (find my prompt list here)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

You were determined to make it off Auradon. Well, first you had to find a way to sneak some pixie dust from your dad. Lucky for you, he didn’t keep it hidden. He did however keep it locked up. It wasn’t so much as wanting to leave your home than wanting to prove yourself to your father. His whole ‘never grow up’ thing had kind of hit a rough spot when you came into his life. You knew he loved you, more than anything. It was simply hard for him to act like a real father at times, though. Which was why you set out on this mission in the first place.

It wasn’t hard to borrow the key from Tinkerbell. Technically speaking she didn’t exactly know you had borrowed it. You had a strong feeling she wouldn’t realize it, as they were finishing preparing for the changing of the seasons. Spring to summer was always the most hectic, as they had to watch out for more people.

You waited until your dad had fallen asleep before moving towards the clear glass safe. Four turns forward, one turn back, turn the key. You smiled triumphantly when the box clicked open. After filling a small pouch with pixie dust you made your way to the top of the clock tower.

You had flown before, obviously. It was one of the first things you remember your dad teaching you to do. It wasn’t long before you were soaring up in the air and into the night sky. You were so focused on getting to Neverland that you didn’t notice a small rip on the bag, leaving pixie dust in your wake as you flew over the Isle of the Lost.


Harry had a feeling no one else noticed it. A blur of something golden flying overhead. For a second he thought the barrier had been taken down. But that wasn’t it. Instead he followed the trail of gold until he got to the edge of the Isle. It wasn’t until he stopped poking and prodding at everything that he realized that something felt different. Slowly he made his way to the end of the dock, expecting to be hit by the barrier. But the shock that came with trying to go through never hit. Instead he almost toppled off the end of the boating dock. He laughed before stepping back into the barrier. It was dust. He recognized the shimmer of gold on his hand immediately. The dust had no magical properties on the isle, he’d know. His dad used to have a whole bunch of it. When he found out it was useless he’d thrown it all in the ocean. But not before Harry managed to take a bit of it. He had exactly ten minutes to make it home and get his pixie dust before the magic wore out and the barrier closed again.

He ran for it. He was in such a hurry, turning his place upside down and throwing things back and forth and into a bag that by the time he left grabbing his hook once more had completely slipped his mind. He ran to the part of the barrier that was open and stepped to the edge again. After testing the dust and determining it worked he covered himself head to toe in it. Soon enough he got the dust to work and realized he was flying. His first thought was to go to Auradon. He’d wreck a bit of havoc then open up the barrier for his crew and everyone else.

But then he looked up and saw the stars. It was one of the only times he had seen them for what they really were. It was nighttime and everything was quiet, peaceful almost. Second star to the right. Those were the words that popped into his mind. He turned around in the air a few times before finding the star he was looking for. He didn’t hesitate before turning away from Auradon and flying in the direction of Neverland.

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Tattoo Girl (G.D) Part 1

Summary: Grayson, his twin brother and their 3 best friends work for the police force. They’re working on busting the biggest drug case of the century, ran by the most dangerous gang in America. While busting down doors, and trying to track down the bad guys, Grayson’s attention turns to a mysterious girl with a mysterious tattoo. Who is she? Where is she from, and what’s her story? What happens when you fall in love with one of America’s top 10 wanted criminals?

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, violence, guns, and blood. Cursing. 

A/N: It’s here! The new series is here! I’m really excited about this one! It’s a little different from all the fluffy lovely dovey stuff I write, but I really like it, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it! Love you guys <3

( All the characters are in their mid 20s in this series. )

* * Y/N/N : your nick name * *


Originally posted by secretlylia

Grayson’s POV

My name is Grayson Dolan, and I work for LAPD. I’m a head narcotics cop, and alongside me were my best friends Ethan Dolan, and Nate Garner. Ethan also happens to be my twin brother, and Nate has been our best friend since high school.

Our other best friends Aaron, and Jack works for the police force also. They were double agents, who would soon be ranked with us, once we bust this big drug case.

It was Ethan’s, Nate’s and I’s weekend off, but we were called into LAPD headquarters for a meeting. Chief never holds meetings on a Saturday, so whatever this was about, its clearly important.

I should be listening to the chief, but I was doodling away in my notepad. For the past 2 weeks, every page in my notes is filled with drawings of a compass, with leaves floating around it. It was actually a girl’s tattoo that I was drawing. I have no idea why, but I just couldn’t get it or the girl out of my head.  

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One time when I was about 7 or 8, I came home from school and found my dad working on putting together a huge, elaborate flower arrangement. Now, I should probably tell you, everything I know about plants and flowers, I learned from him, and there’s still a lot he hasn’t taught me. The guy is fluent in flower language, even. This is important.

So I went up to him and I asked what the occasion was, and he said he had a friend whose coworker just got promoted. I probably got a case of those big, sparkly puppy eyes that excited kids get, and I kinda started thinking out loud that this guy must be amazing to deserve something that nice…

To which my dad responded that no, actually, the guy is an incompetent tool who only got the promotion his friend should have gotten because of nepotism. Then he proceeded to describe the meanings of the flowers, in detail, and I’ll never forget this. It was a tower of lavender (for distrust) and foxglove (for deception), with two large globes of hydrangea (for heartlessness and boastfulness) toward the bottom, in a sea of orange (for hatred) and tiger (for pride) lilies, and a few dried twigs that he threw in for “decoration”…and to complement the meaning with “you’re dead to me”.

The overall shape, he said, I would understand on my own if I remembered it when I was older. He was right.

So his friend gave it to the newly promoted boss’s cousin and it went over great. Dad’s friend looked like a super generous good sport, AND got a good laugh over sneaking such an elaborate “fuck you” past the radar.

So if you’re ever wondering why I am the way I am, I feel like this story explains a lot.

Chosen (Wincest)

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnabobingo , @kinktober2017 , @thebunkerofletters inktober challenge
Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink|ABO): knifeplay | mythology | true mates
Ship: Wincest, minor Amara/Chuck
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: smut, implied mpreg, bottom!sam, top!dean, omega!sam, alpha!dean, knifeplay, biting, knotting, a/b/o verse
Summary: Sam and Dean will do anything to become mates.
Word Count: 1951

“The law doesn’t apply to you, Sam. You’re having sex with your own brother,” Chuck said, crossing his arms.

Sam shook his head. “No, you don’t get to use that excuse. You fathered pups with your sister. And I know you did the ritual, she has your family crest.”

“She does. I don’t.”

“Where we can see,” Sam mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re not asking a lot, Chuck. Just the fucking words. We know the rest of the ritual.”

“Sam, I said no. Simple as that. Go on now.”

Sam gritted his teeth, biting back the spray of choice words he had for them village leader. Instead he spun on his heel and stomped out, cheeks burning with shame.

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Molotov Nightmares - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Reader.

*REQUESTED FROM PROMPTS LIST*

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

“You’re leaving us in charge? The only humans in this god forsaken town?” Your jaw hits the ground and Stiles exhales comically.

“Personally, I think we’ll make a great team.” He points at you and winks.

“We can’t even lift twenty pounds collectively!” You start to panic.

“Hey, it’ll be fine.” Scott comforts you and you look at Stiles, the excited look on his face almost frightening.

“I just..can we not? Is this like an obligation or can we just skip out on it?” You suck in air between your teeth and Scott chuckles.

“You’ll be fine. I promise. We’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Stiles come help me make the weapons.” Lydia smiles at him.

“Weapons!? No one told me there’d be weapons! Oh my god..” You put your face in your hands as Stiles runs after Lydia.

Everyone’s prepping your backpacks as you get ready to go.

“Now remember, light and throw. Don’t hesitate, okay?” Lydia confirms that you know what you’re doing.

“Yeah, we know.” You nod and step outside.

“Don’t compromise the camera.” Scott adds.

“You guys sound like frickin’ cops.” Stiles raises an eyebrow as he follows you. “You sound like my dad.”

You arrive at the location, ready to fight off the new mysterious men. You’d never seen their faces, they always wore masks. Lydia came to the conclusion that fire was the only way to kill them. The only problem with that was that the building they hid out in had mountain ash surrounding it. You two were the only ones who could get in.

You follow Stiles closely, just about peeing your pants when a man walked up to you.

Stiles stopped walking and you bumped into the back of him. “Jesus…” You whisper, trying to compose yourself.

“Nope. Just me.” The man smirks at you as Stiles bites his lip.

“Where are the rest of you?” Stiles asks.

The man looks at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Stiles rubs his hands together. “I would, actually. Yeah. I’d love to know.”

“You’re a witty one, aren’t you?” The man steps closer.

“Actually, he’s more of a pain in the ass. You get used to it though.” You speak up, trying to protect Stiles.

You sense people watching you and you nudge Stiles. “You’re quite the beauty.” He smiles as he approaches you, tilting your chin up with his hand.

“Do you want to know my skincare routine?” You hear Stiles chuckle at your remark and the man slides his hand down to your neck, drumming his fingers against it.

He squeezes you lightly. “Hey, look. You’re probably gorgeous under that mask there, my dude. I just thought I’d put it out there that, as kinky as it might be, I’m not totally into choking.” You manage to breathe out, your air flow starting to decrease.

You gesture for Stiles as other men step into the room. He throws the Molotov cocktail that he helped Lydia make after lighting it. The explosion blasts the men back, distracting the one with his hands on you long enough for you to escape. You toss another one in his direction.

You walk out the front doors, feeling like a total badass. “Hey. Quick question.”

“What?” Stiles asks as he get in the Jeep, tossing his bag into the backseat.

You sit your bag in your lap. “Was the glitter really necessary?“

He looked like he was thinking as he pulled out of the lot.

Not really, but it added a nice flare to the explosions, don’t you think?

“Yeah…I guess you’re right. It made the experience a whole lot more interesting. Does Lydia know that you added glitter?”

“Does Lydia need to know that I added glitter?”

You laugh. “Well okay. That answers my question.”

You arrive back at the house and Scott high fives you. “That was awesome!”

“But honestly, I’d love to know your skincare routine.” Lydia laughs.

“How’d you two learn to work so well together?” Isaac raises an eyebrow.

“We’ve been best friends since preschool. It’s natural.” You shrug and Stiles smiles at you.

“Well, how did you two become best friends?

You exchange a look with Stiles. “He stole my markers…I punched him in the face and he gave me a high-five.

Scott laughs. “That sounds about right.”

Papa Winchester - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader - Part 2

Title: Papa Winchester

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 3,074

Warnings: None really

Prompt: YN and Jeffrey met on season 1 of SPn where she played his daughter(the middle Winchester sister) and have been together ever since,they'r married with kids by now, and the fans (specially the cast who’s her family) always makes fun of that during interviews and pannels,but it’s always cute because Jeffrey likes to surprise them ,specially when the fans are involved,and they all love and are very supportive of their relationship

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A/N: I’m doing lots of writing today since I have time and more posting will be done tomorrow! Also, this was not betad so apologies!

Originally posted by wildling-heart

“They never let you catch a break, do they?” your driver and bodyguard asked with a chuckle as you surfed on the net, on your way to visiting your husband on set.

“It’s Jensen and Jared, Mike, of course they never do.” you chuckled, shaking your head “I mean, they might probably deny it but, I know it’s their favorite hobby!”

“I don’t think they are really denying it anymore.” he laughed, shaking his own head and you shrugged.

You glanced back at your daughter sleeping in her seat, it was already very early and you wanted to surprise her by visiting her dad on his work “Those sly bastards, I am sure they learned how to make memes just for us!”

“Jared for me wouldn’t be a surprise but Jensen? Are you sure about that?”

You laughed “Oh you really don’t know them that well, besides I think they sort of confirmed it during a Con. I am not sure, haven’t joined them in some time but I like to keep up, so I know that for sure. Here-” you opened your gallery, just at the moment he stopped on a red light “See this?”

Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.” he read and added “Well, classic line. It’s what started it all, Jensen’s favorite.”

“Yeah, just see the rest.” you said with a giggle as you showed him the full photo. Under a picture of Jensen’s from the pilot were the rest of the words.

A few days? Are you sure it’s a hunting trip?”

No, he’s- he’s making out with our sister in his trailer?” he ended up reading it as a question before laughing and shaking his head “Yes, alright Jensen is so the one to make this!”

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Faith | 2

Originally posted by rapnamu

Chapters: [1]

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 3,569

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut….and ANGST. I’M SORRY. 

Notes: This chapter seems a bit fragmented because it takes place over the period of a year. I wanted to show how good and cute they were together. 


“Where are your pants?”

You glance up from your movie to see Namjoon had let himself in again. This was slowly becoming the norm over the past month that you’d been seeing each other, and you found that it didn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, you were pretty sure it gave you those warm, tingly, butterfly feelings everyone always went on about. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but in this household, we follow a no pants rule. The only exception is pajamas or if we have to wear pants to leave the apartment.” You pat the empty seat next to you on the couch and watch as he kicks off his shoes and pants before dropping into it, obviously exhausted. 

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The Wedding Planner (Part 5)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Word Count: 1,302.

A/N: Finally a new part! Sorry this took a while to post, went through a slight hiatus but not anymore. Hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Wedding Planner Masterlist

Originally posted by geekyyears9

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The Night Manager: Secrets of Le Carre revealed at TV Festival

The BFI Radio Times Festival hosted key members of The Night Manager’s cast and crew last month, with Oscar-winning director Susanne Bier, executive producer Simon Cornwell and cast members Alistair Petrie and Tom Hiddleston sharing backstage secrets on this magnificent edge-of-the-seat spy thriller.

There will be some paraphrasing – you try deciphering my notes a month later! And apologies to any of the speakers if I attribute a quote wrongly or misquote.

Radio 4’s Front Row presenter Samira Ahmed was on hand to chivvy the info out of them.

What made you want to do it?

AP: The scale – even though it was the BBC – the settings, the budget to make it happen. Thanks to Tom and Hugh’s involvement, AMC and others got on board. The budget worked without being gratuitous.

SB: I come from low budget film, so I’m used to expanding small into something worth looking at.

SC: The budget was bigger than many films, we were free to do stuff we wouldn’t normally do.

SB: The story is about being drawn into the world of lavishness. You can’t do that without it being rich. Crucial was Roper’s location. That would set the bar for everything else.

A lavish location was key for The Night Manager

TH: The crew make it look more expensive than it was. The interior of the Alps hotel was inside tents! It’s a testament to an impeccable crew.

SC: When we found the Majorca location – originally Greece in the script – we had to rewrite.

AP: The private jet was a cardboard loo roll.

SB: It was a private jet!

AP: There was a guy with a light pretending to be the shining sun. Secrets revealed!

(At this point, Susanne’s reactions made it unclear whether AP was making this up!)

We revisited the clip of Danny’s attempted abduction, closing in on Pine’s eye through the hole in the door. Remembering how the tenseness set in almost immediately, you could almost taste the IMAX audience relive the original moment. The panel discussed how that frantic scene came together.

SB: Whenever you direct a scene you have one single idea. We had this leisurely, relaxed scene completely turned over.

AP: Susanne’s method is to go straight into rehearsal, thrust straight onto set. The crew can get nervous when cameras aren’t turning and you’ve nothing in the can.  There are so many elements of the story to fit in but endless rehearsal means everyone knows where they should be. Being in the middle of it is a privilege.

The panel discuss the intricacies of a busy scene

SB: You have an idea, you collect material. You know this particular moment is going to be there. There needs to be real emotion. You don’t see the actors acting, you’re in the emotion. And child actors are just as ambitious as adults.

TH: The casting of Hugh Laurie was genius. His presence, his casting presented a conflict, so affable and likeable (in comparison with evil Roper) he (Roper) is charming, funny, loves his family but is responsible for awful things – all the stuff is paid for by arms.

SC: That scene was a Masterclass in acting and directing. A brilliant piece of construction. It’s in the book but came alive on screen.

AP: The nanny was the director’s daughter, Alice, just 19. I felt like a creepy old man but she put me at my ease: no, we’ll have a dance, no worries.

They moved onto the fire alarm test scene, where Pine breaks into Roper’s office looking for evidence.

SB: This shows why Tom is so brilliant. What he does, he thinks, “Who is Roper? Where would he put stuff?” Not many actors can do things just with their face like Tom.

TH: It’s my favourite scene in the book and a testament to Le Carre. You read it with a propulsive momentum. The internal compulsion within Pine is active even when he’s still. It’s classic suspense, a ticking clock time window. The props were chosen carefully: Churchillian. Boxing. Stalingrad. Roper’s fantasy of powerful statesmen yet rough enough for a boxing ring.

We took a moment to appreciate the glory of Tom Hollander in the restaurant scene where Corky loses it.

Corky tries to warn Roper about Pine

TH (jokingly): The manhandling was improvised. He didn’t ask permission. I’m scarred for life.

SC: John le Carre loved the whole experience on set. The scene is in the book but not so bold and exciting.

SB: Tom Hollander went way more extreme than we’d all anticipated.

TH: It was such a pivotal scene and so exciting. The moment of Corky’s demise and Pine’s elevation to the top rank. JLC was magnificent in that scene. Pine settles him quite quickly in the book but JLC refused to be settled – like any great actor, he forced me to achieve more.

SB: I had to direct him to accept the apologies! He was: “What about her? What about him? (being brought their correct food). Well, I think this is very shoddy.”

AP: We’re on the coffee and mints by now on the next table.

“I must apologise for my friend’s behaviour” “I think you bloody well should!”

Pine v Roper

TH: The whole character was an exploration of the malleability of identity. There is something broken and unique about Pine. All his grief curled up inside. It’s why he’s a night manager, he hides behind darkness. Burr identifies that Pine is able to slide between characters. He had to embrace the side of himself that is quite like Roper. They’re looking in a mirror divided by a moral red line.

AP: My dad was an RAF pilot who came across interesting people. One guy became a good family friend. Great company – but he was a legit arms dealer. There was a disconnect between the job he did and what it led to, and the human being. You start with the human being, before the ‘what do you do?’ They do normal things and you layer in everything else.

We’re reminded how Roper likes to show off his arsenal – and then Pine blowing it all skyward.

SB: You need the scale and the drama of the explosions but it was a metaphor of the shoot out between two men. Roper doesn’t know how powerful Pine is until then.

AP: Looks bloody good on IMAX!

TH: There could only be one attempt at the explosion, everything after that had to be shot very fast while we had the smoke and flames. Hugh is magnificent. He realises he may have lost and loses his cool.

Capturing lightning in a bottle

AP: Dr. House, put the gun down! Sometimes, when you’re pressed for time, magical things can happen. Tempers can get frayed. Then it crackles and Hugh grabs the gun, unscripted. An extraordinary thing captured under time pressure. We were blessed with catching lighting in a bottle moments.

SB: In a way, limitations can be advantageous. It forces you to be accurate and push the boundaries.

Twitter got a bit shirty over Pine having sex with the women he rescued after they were tortured – apparently, even Bond doesn’t do that.

SB: That’s not true – Jed is rescued by Olivia Colman. I don’t think they had sex.

TH: He’s in love with Sophie. She awakens his moral duty and he’s motivated partly by guilt.

Any scenes that took you to the brink?

SB: Every day! There’s always an element of not knowing what’ll happen, it’s part of the creative process.

TH: Fight scenes always look violent but have to be very safe. I love shooting action, it’s choreographic, like dance.

The will is there for Series 2!

How do you feel, watching it now?

SB: It was a heart in mouth process but now I can sit down and enjoy! It was so much fun to do – none of us anticipated the impact . We showed it at the Berlin Film Festival and everyone loved it. So rewarding.

AP: If you’re really lucky as an actor you get something that strikes a chord. I’m genuinely bonded to the people involved. You share something very special. A special little gang. You’ve no idea the emails I’ve been sending with ideas for Series 2.

SB: It’s a privilege. I’m also sending emails. JLC doesn’t respond – I’m joking – I’m really scared of saying anything!

TH: I’m really proud of the team effort. The commitment and detail of every department adds up to more than the sum of its parts. It’s like a 1000 piece jigsaw landed intact. I couldn’t possibly comment on my email correspondence.

Having raised the bar for TV drama, is there a green light for Series 2?

SC: We are working on a story for Series 2. There’s no book and no Le Carre adaptation without a book. We’d love to see it happen. There’s an unspoken contract with each other but we have to come up with something really great.

It’s the greatest export in British cinema! (Audience member)

AP: Aw, shucks!

We need to see more of the Petrie Dish

If you think Hiddleston a bit of a charmer (yes, yes, me too) it has to be noted I did leave the room with a bit of a crush on the very funny Alistair Petrie. You might say he’s now my … Petrie Dish. #sorrynotsorry

Awkward Pt 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Description: You are Tony Stark’s daughter. Not that big of a deal, right? At least that’s what you thought. One of your closest friends, Peter, starts to act really weird after finding out this information and you have no idea why.

Requested by: Anon

Tagged: @zook7430 @maxisprettygay @2whipped4tom @mess-of-madi @turtleathedisco @weerheer @spider-peachy @avengersgirllorianna  

A/N: Thank you all for the support!! Like always, tell me if you want another part!!


Originally posted by tomhollanderr

You arrived at Stark Industries and were in your dad’s office, on your phone sitting on the floor against the wall. “You know there is a chair right next to you,” he points out, “and shouldn’t you be doing homework?” “Okay. Number one: I see that there is a chair next to me but what’s the fun in that?” you respond, “Number two: Need a break for my mind. It’s healthy, you know? I’m just being reaallllll healthy so don’t you worry,” “You are my daughter,” You laugh and get up. “What else do you have to do? I’m so hungry it is insane,” “Uhhhh, just one more thing. Let’s call up our little spider-man and see what he is up to for today? Psh. Not wanting to be an avenger. He’s a weird kid,” 

You roll your eyes. “I am your daughter! I am came out of your womb!” Your dad tilts his head in confusion. “Okay, maybe I didn’t do that but still! Don’t you think I should be able to know who this spidey-guy is?” “For the last time, no. You wouldn’t even care anyways. It’s not that big of a deal,” You tilt your head bag in defeat and sigh. You have nothing else to do anyway so you just listen to their conversation.

“Hello Pe- spider-man! I said I will listen more so here I am, listening. What’s up for today? Friendly neighborhood spider-man or something a little more serious? Because if it is, I will like to know beforehand. Don’t need that weapon-selling fiasco to happen again.” 

“No. Under no circumstances are you doing that,”

“No, I don’t believe Black Widow is in town,”

“Sounds good. Remember I’m always um… you know, here if you need me,” 

“Bye,”

He hangs up. You raise your eyebrows. “Why are you so…” you try to find the words, “dad-ish towards him?” “Ah, he’s a good kid. I’m just trying a little more. You ready to go?” “Yup,”


Tomorrow at school you greeted your friends Peter and Ned after seeing them in the hallway. “Hey Y/N. How was Stark Industries?” Ned asks, making some sort of face to Peter. You shrug it off. “Ehh. But I did get to witness my dad talking on the phone to spider-man for the first time so suck on that bitches,” You joke. Ned laughs but Peter just looks worried. “So like, um… did you like, uh… hear him?” Peter says in a deep voice,” Sp.. spider-man, I mean? Like it was it on speaker phone?” You furrow your eyebrows, finding his change in voice weird. But, hey, puberty happens to everyone. 

“Nah, i’m afraid not. I swear to you guys, one day I’ma go snooping in my dad’s office and I will find out who this guy is. That is a promise,” Peter starts to laugh, his voice high-pitched again. “Whatttttt? That is… psh crazy. Don’t… no need for that,” You laugh. “Don’t go all good citizen on me now, Peter Parker! Hey, you just found out he is my dad, right? Well, I just realized that I can use this to my advantage,” You start to praise yourself. “Your girl is going to do some detective work soon! I’m going to find out who spider-man is!”

You start to walk away, leaving them speechless. You know this is sort of wrong. You feel like you are using your dad. But you have this urge to impress Peter. I mean, let’s admit, you like him Y/N. Just stop being an idiot and own up to it. You don’t really know what to do about it but this is some really cool stuff you find out! And you won’t tell a single soul except Ned and Peter so it isn’t that bad. Right? it’s probably not a big deal anyway. It’s most likely just a 17 year old kid who is some sort of super-jock on the other side of town. You walk into your next period class, trying to convince yourself that you will still be a good daughter if you do this. 

It Only Takes Once

Anon: Cameron Dallas- you accidentally got pregnant

This was a request from forever ago. For the anon who requested, I’m sorry it took so long. A lot has happened recently and Tumblr has slipped my mind. But here we go!


My hands are shaking. The timer is still ticking away. I just took a pregnancy test. My brother, Aaron would be so pissed. I went and visited him at Magcon while he was on tour and hung out with the guys. Cameron and I hooked up on the last night I was there, and we never told anyone. Cameron was my first. He took my virginity. And now, our lives might be ruined. The boys don’t come home for about a week. Aaron is going to be so pissed. It feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed. Two more to go. I’m not ready to be a mom. But if I’m pregnant, I can’t kill the kid. Finally, the timer goes off. It’s now or never. My hands start shaking even worse as I approach the sink where the test is laying. My eyes are screwed shut, terrified of the answer. I attempt to pick up the stick, dropping it about a dozen times before finally gripping it. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. I force my eyes open. The test has two pink lines. I’m pregnant. Tears begin flowing down my face, as sobs wrack my entire body. I collapse on my bathroom floor. Thank God nobody is home to hear and see me like this. Thoughts keep swirling through my mind.

‘What do I do? What if Cameron wants nothing to do with me or the baby? What if everyone calls me a whore?’ 

Suddenly, my phone goes off. Sierra was calling me. 

“H-hello?” My voice croaks.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.” She immediately becomes serious. Sierra is literally my best friend ever. 

“I’m pregnant.” I said the words. The line is silent. Even saying it didn’t make it feel more real. 

“Who? Who’s the father?” I gulp, trying to find the words. “Come on. I won’t be mad.” 

“Cameron. Your brother Cameron.” The phone is quiet before I hear the loudest squeal ever. “I’m gonna be an aunt! How did he react?” 

“He doesn’t know yet. I literally found out less than five minutes ago when I looked at the test I took. I don’t know what to do. Aaron is going to kill me. Cameron and I aren’t even a thing. It literally happened once and now look at me. I had sex for the first time and it got me pregnant. Some luck I have.” I didn’t notice my brother standing in the doorway. 

“Y/N? Tell me you’re not being real right now.” My whole body tenses as I hear Aaron’s voice. I remained silent. “Who is it?” He finally asks.

“Cam.” I heard a long and loud sigh. I turn, the tears coming back. “He doesn’t know. You and Sierra are the only ones who know. Just please, don’t leave me or call me a whore. I just need my brother.” I blurt.

“I would never do that to you. You’re my little sister. I’m always here. And honestly, I would rather Cam be the father than anyone else. At least I know he’ll take care of you and Bean. Don’t think he’ll leave. Because he won’t. I know it.” I smile, forgetting Sierra is still on the phone. 

“OMG! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A REVEAL THING FOR HIM. LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR THINGS.” I jump at the screech from the phone. I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Okay, let’s do it.” 

~~~~

My hands are shaking again, but for a different reason this time. Aaron and Sierra decided to invite ALL of the guys and make it a party. Sierra helped paint my stomach. Right now, I have a tshirt on with a bikini top underneath. I tend to always do that at Summer parties incase I want to take my shirt off. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary. We painted a picture of a little pair of feet with a retro loading bard underneath it, at 10 percent. It was adorable. One by one, all of the guys came and hugged me. Mahogany was there too. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. 

“Cameron!” I yelled, he turned his head and grinned. *it’s now or never*. I walk up to him, taking my shirt off in the process. “I don’t know how else to tell you, but you’re going to be a dad.” His face goes blank. My heart thuds. “Cam, please. Say something.” All of a sudden, he does his signature Cameron scream. 

“I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!” He screeches. Then, the biggest surprise ever happened. All of the rest of the guys went silent. That’s never happened before, at least not voluntarily. 

“I’m the favorite uncle!” Taylor screams, which causes an argument over who will be the best and favorite uncle. I shake my head laughing. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Cam whispers.

“I can’t believe Aaron didn’t kill you.” He smirked and dipped me like the old fashioned movies and kissed me.