present for my older brother's birthday

Damn baby ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard x Anna Maynard X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Your Anna’s friend and just turned eighteen. Jack whom you hadn’t seen for two years due to your move to the Caribbean, instantly falls for you. 

Requested: Yes, two requested combined

I’m sorry for not posting, school is a bore and my new job takes up most of the time. I hope you understand :( I had Its Been Years part four done but I have changed my mind on how to write seven times in two weeks, it WILL be up this weekened tho. I know I say i will post but seriously it will be up this weekend.


P.s I aslo found I am 1% of 7 billion people to have differnet coloured eyes, pretty fucking awesome if you asked me.

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“So you travel all the way to London, to and I quote ‘spend time with you’ but your leaving for a girly day with your friend?” Jack questioned his sister who was putting her shoes on. 

“Yes.” Anna huffed looking up at her two older brothers, “I haven’t seen her in two years and it was her birthday six months ago, I haven’t given her presents. She also moved her for uni last month and I haven’t had time to see her.”

“Do we know her?” Conor asked his eyes narrowed as Anna picked up her bag pack. 


“When did you know someone three years older than you?” Jack asked his eyebrows raised.

“She lived across the street from us.”

“Gappy Gabby?” 

“Gappy who? Look, I’m late you I’ll be back in like four hours and I’ll bring her back to the apartment okay? Okay, Bye!” Anna shouted running out of Jack’s apartment.

Conor turns his head towards Jack who was staring dumfounded at the door, “We just got played by our little sister.”

“We taught her well, Jack. We taught her well.”

Jack and Conor were playing Fifa when the door opened and loud laughter filled their ears. “Looks like we are meeting the new friend.” Jack commented waiting for Anna and her friend to walk through the door.

“-babe trust me; the boys are an A plus…” You spoke following her into a room which you guess was the living room. You felt yourself smirk seeing the Maynard brother you had been crushing on since you were kid, have in had an amazing glow up. “…but there was no Jack Maynard on the island.”

Conor and Jack froze in their seats for two different reasons.

For Conor, the girl he counted as his other little had returned back from moving to Caribbean. She had changed a lot and it scared him because if that happened to you in two years, what could happen to his little sister.

For Jack, however, well. The boy thought he had fallen in love. You weren’t chubby, the braces had disappeared, your skin was flawless with a gorgeous brown tan, your body was the perfect hourglass figure and your eyes shined bright.

He wanted you.

He watched as you smirked that gorgeous smirk before speaking, “Well, I was gone for two years and I don’t even get a hug? Shameful.”

Conor was the first to react jumping out his seat laughing, “Y/N it’s been too long!”

“Tell me about it. I missed my Maynard fam.” You pouted hugging the older Maynard, you noticed Jack looking at you in a dazed and mouthed ‘You the most’ with a wink.

Pulling back from your hug with Conor, you opened your arms ready for a hug with Mr. Jack Maynard. He was already stood up so he silently made his way other to you and pulled you into a hug, being the boy he is. He looked down towards your ass and noticed had big it had gotten, groaning he spoke aloud, “Damn baby, you got hot.”

Anna gasped as you pulled away with a confident look, “Thanks papi.”

Anna gasped again in horror and Conor laughed at his brothers face, which looked like he wanted to take you right there. “Can you two stop. I really don’t want my best friend and brother flirting.”

“Sorry babe.” You grinned throwing your arm around her shoulders, “You brother has always been hot as fuck but talk about glow up. Damn papi, you take a hot shot or something?”

Jack looked you up or down smirking, “Me? Baby I think you did. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous. ” He moved with his hand to your body.

“I prefer mami but thanks I know I am.” You smirked.

Conor laughed loudly, “I love this new Y/N.”

“I prefer the old one.” Anna grumbled jokingly making the three of you laugh.

Four months later….

“Take me here, right now.” Y/N smirked as she walked in on Jack shirtless doing push ups. Used to Y/N randomly walking into his apartment Jack looked up at her with a smirk before carrying on with his push ups. “Awh, you’re no fun.”

Jack laughed to himself not bothering to look up and pay the girl some attention started doing sit ups but it all stopped when he felt a weight on him stopping him from carrying on. Feeling his skin come in contact with skin leaving him with a burning sensation, he opened his eyes to see the girl that had been teasing him for months on end.

“Now that was rude.” Jack smirked, hands sitting comfortable on your waist. “I was trying to work out.”

“Baby you don’t need to work out, your one sexy motherfucker.” You smiled placing your hands on his chest. 

“I prefer papi but thanks I know I am.” 

You laughed loudly knowing he used the words you had said a couple of months ago, Jack looked up at you lovingly hearing your laugh.

God he loved that laugh.

You quieted down staring back into his eyes, you leaned forward so your nose was touching his. “When are you going to ask me Jack?”

“When am I going to ask you? Well I had this big date planned but since your so impatient.” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes jokingly he smiled. “Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

You laughed softly nodding your head, “Who would say no to a papi like you Maynard?”

Jack laughed before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips into yours. Smiling through the kiss, you couldn’t think about how happy you are moving back to London. Feeling you smile, Jack smiled too knowing he was truly happy with you.

However, your little make out session came crashing down when to voices where heard through the apartment.

“WHOO, that’s my bro.”

“No. No, no. Y/N! Why! Why damn it!”

Laughing you carried on kissing Jack but both of your stuck you middle fingers in the air, to piss them off. It was silent for a while and both you and Jack thought they had left but…

“Okay but really cut it the fuck out, we brought pizza.”

anonymous asked:

Have you seen Lottie's latest snap where "someone" bought the twins Kenzo sweaters with tigers on the front? I wish my older brother bought me Kenzo clothing! 😭😭😭

ahhh I love it! i’m honestly so fuckin nosey and I wanna know everything that louis and harry bought doris and ernest for their birthday…YOU KNOW THEY SPOIL THE PEOPLE THEY LOVE SO MUCH AND THEY ALWAYS GIVE THE BEST PRESENTS 😭😭😭

Wanna One as Brothers
  • Jisung: The older brother that acts overprotective all the time. He just wants his siblings to be safe and loved. Will never forget a birthday and makes the best presents.
  • Sungwoon: The older brother who is always busy. When he’s around you will be dragged into a movie or series marathon. Won’t let you leave before you watched at least 10 episodes together.
  • Minhyun: Also an older brother who’s not around that much. Says he won’t help you with your homework, when you have a mental breakdown he’s already finished it for you in secret. He just wants to see you try rlly.
  • Seongwoo: The older brother that loves to bully you for fun. Never fails to cheer you up though. Hugs are for free.
  • Jaehwan: The older brother that you can’t take seriously. Will mock you for everything you do. Will also make you regret life choices. Laughs at you all the time, but will always be there if you need him.
  • Daniel: The about same age brother that looks like he’s older than you but behaves like the youngest sometimes. Wants a lot of extra affection. Will give great emotional support.
  • Jihoon: The about same age brother that all the girls like. You just don’t get why, since you’re the only one who know his real side. Always gets treated like the golden boy.
  • Woojin: Most likely a twin. Just can’t deal with your life choices sometimes. But when the going gets rough he’ll go with you thick and thin not questioning you for one second.
  • Jinyoung: The slightly younger brother that needs your protection all the time. Cries in secret. Needs a lot of emotional support.
  • Daehwi: The younger brother that acts like an older brother most of the time. Will turn into toddler when food gets served. Just wants you to give him a piggyback ride.
  • Lai Guanlin: The silent younger brother who only hangs around inside his room. Will let you use his gaming console once or two times a month.

National Treasure 2 AU

Killian Jones is a historian who is known for finding the most difficult of history’s secrets and bending more than one country’s laws to bring them to light. After accidentally unearthing a lost journal from his ancestor, the British explorer Captain James Cook, he learns the treasure he’s been searching for since he was a little boy is right at his finger tips. But then his nemesis and fellow historian Arthur Pendgraon appears and puts Killian’s life long pursuit to a grinding halt with one accusation. With the help of his best friend, David Nolan, and older brother, Liam Jones, he will have to clear his ancestor’s name while racing against the clock to ensure the world’s greatest archeological find doesn’t fall into the hands of a corrupted historian. What Killian doesn’t know is that in diving into Captain Cook’s past, a part of his own will walk back into the present in the form of his ex-girlfriend and the woman he’s still in love with, Emma Swan. Because history is never really forgotten… is it?

A little birthday present to the House to my Wilson, @ive-always-been-a-pirate! I will write this story for you one day but in the mean time, have a little snippet I made for the special occasion of your birth. :) (small scene under the cut)

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Blessing in Disguise (part 1)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You’re tossed out on to the street by your step-dad on your 18th birthday and a kind stranger offers to help you.

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of death of family members, mentions of emotional and physical abuse (brief)

A/N: This is a series requested by @castiel-savvy18 and I loved the idea; thank you so much for the request! Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Send me an ask or DM if you’d like to be added to my master tag list. This is an RPF AU with Misha where Vicki is off happy somewhere else, happy as a clam.


“Happy birthday to me,” you muttered; shivering as you hugged your knees while sitting on a sidewalk against a park wall.

You had just turned 18 and your birthday present from your step-dad was a bloody nose, a black eye, and getting tossed out on to the street with nothing.

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Chapter 191

Quick translation:

*HC = He Cheng (He tian’s older brother) 

(Dude being beaten up in the background)


HC: Bring him out 

HC: It’s me, He Cheng. 

HC: Understood, Mr Jian. I will keep an eye on him. 

- at Zheng xi’s house -

ZX: Wait for my Dad to come back and eat the cake together before leaving.

JY: No need, quickly go and pamper her a bit, if not little sis will be really angry~ I’ll buy a present for her next time.

ZX: Be careful on your way back!

JY: Got it~~

JY (thinking): A family celebrating a birthday together… probably feels very heartwarming… Right now Mum probably isn’t back home yet… if I go back the house will probably be empty again…

Stranger: It’s so late… What are you doing here alone?

JY: Who are you… 

Stranger: I’m a friend of your Dad, come have a chat with me.

JY: Did you get the wrong person…

JY: I… am going back now… 

(JY inhales a suspicious substance and faints)


Requested by anonymous 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
◊ Summary: It’s easy to calm yourself after your nightmares if your best friend is there to hold you. Unfortunately, she’s gone for the night and the only other person home is her older brother.
◊ Genre: fluff/slight angst 
Warnings: nightmares/panic, extremely brief mentions of abuse
◊ Word Count: 2,001 

A/N: Just a warning: I’m really bad at fluff. Probably worse at fluff than smut. And this is my first time writing in present tense, so I hope this turned out okay hahaha. But I actually enjoyed writing this, so hopefully you enjoy reading it. Also, shout-out to @soobadnoonecanstopher: happy birthday!!!

Storms are always the worst.

Usually the nightmares are fine – first comes the panic and the fear, you jolt awake, and then you’re able to calm your heart and go back to sleep. That definitely isn’t the case during a storm.

These dreams start with a darkness so palpable you can feel it clinging to your skin, pulling at your hair, and clouding your senses. You inhale, but no oxygen reaches your lungs, and the panic sets in as you begin to get lightheaded. Agony rips through your heart like a knife, and you feel like you’re crumbling under the weight of the pain.

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hello since is both deku’s and mirio’s birthday im talking about their brotherly-like relationship and how much they care about each other and how much everyone loves these boys like i do

  • so, first of all, they talk a lot. sometimes, their friends (or all might) will try to keep up with the topic of their conversations but it changes all the time that is imposible. like, one moment they are talking about a villains quirk and then suddently izuku is ranting about popcorn.
  • they cant walk around the city without adopting a stray cat. it happened so many times. mirio has 4 little kittens living with him. aizawa and shinso took the rest. izukus mom has 2. they cant stop, they wont stop.
  • izuku refused to believe mirio was his older brother till he visited his mom after school one day and oh, mirio is there, talking to inko with empty cups of tea like they know each other for ages. and deku knows, knows, its too late. his mom has adopted mirio as her son. (@desikauwa​ bless u for putting this into words.)
  • and the worst part is that it wasnt just his mom. apparently, mirio also had a good relationship with toshinori. is not like midoriya is surprised, u see, he knows all might would adopt everyone in the school if he had the chance, but he still didnt know what to say the moment he walked into toshinoris office just to find the two of them taking a selfie with a cute snapchat filter. he also didnt know what to say when mirio looked at him funny and say “is for the family album!”
  • of course, they also took a pic of the three of them.
  • and then all might send that one to inko.
  • their classmates arent really surprised to find out they get along really well. most ppl actually think they are related by blood. like, everyone already thinks of deku as all might’s child, and since inko and toshinori are dating and apparently adopted the third year student, is not hard to see mirio as their oldest child who just looks a lot more like all might.
  • the fact that they are not surprised, tho, doesnt mean they can adjust to it. once, both izuku and mirio smiled at the same time and everyone around them cried. tamaki passed away and kirishima wrote a three paper essay about how mainly it is to have a cute smile.
  • mirio also likes to joke around with izuku. like when deku is talking to one of his classmates and suddenly they just stare at the wall behind him really surprised and deku doesn’t even bother to turn around. he’s just like “dont tell me, hes right behind me doing that face again”.
  • both tamaki and nejire like izuku a lot. especially nejire, who probably treats him more like a little brother than mirio himself.
  • todoroki: are u mirio’s illegitimate little brother or something? deku: shouto pls we talked about this
  • and they are actually ?? so happy to have the same birthday ?? midoriya is totally like “wheres my present?” and mirio is like “im older, im the alpha, wheres my present?”

anyways, i love my boys so much ??? @ horikoshi: let them be brothers u cowARD

sO happy birthday to these absolutely amazing and pure children! i hope both of u save a lot of ppl together

First Hunting Trip - Sam And Dean X Sibling!Reader



“Y/N, NOW!” Dean yelled, he had somehow pinned the demon against a wall, and was struggling to keep him there. I grabbed the demon knife, and plunged it into the demon’s chest, it died instantly.

I stepped back, my mouth hanging wide open, a smile finding it’s way into my face. “I just did that, oh yeah. That’s right, I just killed a demon, I’m amazing. ‘Y/N Winchester kills a demon and saves the world’ I can see the headlines now!” I rambled on, while my brother Dean laughed at me.

“Slow down there Y/N. You may have killed a demon, but your not experienced enought to save the world. *Cough cough* like me *cough*” Dean joked. I rolled my eyes, “shut up and let me have my moment,” I said punching him in the arm, making him chuckle.

The reason I was so excited is because I had just gone on my first hunt, Dean had taken me as a birthday present. You see, Dean and Sam are my older brothers, and no matter what, they keep me out of harms way the best they can. Although Dean can be more laid back than Sam, who forbid me to EVER go on a hunt.

“Alright kid, we need to get home before Sam finds out we’re gone,” Dean said grabbing his gun. But before he could walk a step further I ran up and hugged him. “Thanks Dean, this was the best birthday ever, I love you.” I said into his chest. “I Love you too little sis,” he said back.

We walked out to the Impala and I decided to test my luck. “Hey Dean, so you think I could drive?” I asked, giving my best puppy dog face. “Yeah sure, why not,” Oh my god, are you serious?“ I asked shocked, “ha, no!” I rolled my eyes, I should have seen that coming.

I got into the car and Dean drive off, with me talking about how ‘badass’ I was.

We finally arrived at the bunker after a long drive. But before I got out of the car Dean spoke. “Remember-” I stopped him there, “I know, I know, don’t tell Sammy.” I said. Dean nodded and we got out and walked into the bunker.

“Where have you been!” Yelled a voice. Dean and I stopped dead in our tracks, oh shit. Sam stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Do you want to tell me where you two were?” Oh yeah, he was definitely pissed.

“Dean, you uh, you wanna take this one?” I asked. Dean shook his head, “no, not really.” I turned back to Sam, but before I could get a word out Sam said, “Y/N, go to your room,” “Sam, just lis-” I tried to explain, but I got cut off. “NOW!” Sam yelled.

His outburst scared me, and tears began to sting my eyes, Sam had never, not once, yelled at me. I ran away and slammed the door to my room and began crying.

·Sam’s P.O.V·

“What the hell man? What’s wrong with you?” Dean asked. I looked at him, “What wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, what you thinking taking Y/N on a hunt?” I asked, my voice still raised.

“I took her on a hunt because that is what she has ALWAYS wanted. All she wanted to do was go on a hunt, so that’s what I did. You need to stop treating her like she’s five Sammy, she’s a grown woman,” Dean retorted.

“I don’t care Dean, she’s still our little sister, and I, I can’t lose her,” my voice cracked a little as I tried to hold back my tears. I sat down, beginning to regret yelling at Y/N.

“I understand that your worried Sammy, I was too, but at some point, you need to let her grow up. I mean you should’ve seen her out there, the kid’s a natural badass.” Dean said, and as much I hated to admit it, he was right. “I’m gonna go talk to her,” I said.

I walked into Y/N’s room, she was laying on her bed crying. I expected her to yell at me and tell me to leave, but she stayed silent. I sat down on her bed, but she immediately turned to her other side, making me sigh.

“Y/N look, I’m sorry for yelling, I was just upset that you went out with Dean on a hunt, the thought of you dying or getting hurt scared me. You know I love you,” I said to her. The last thing I was expecting was for her to turn around an talk to me, but she did.

“You know Sam, I look up to you and Dean, what you do, how you save people. I just wanted to be like my big brothers, is that a crime?” She said tears running down her face, the sight broke my heart.

“I know but-” I was cut off. “I thought maybe by killing that demon I could prove to you that I can fight, and help, but obviously not. Just leave me alone.” I felt bad, maybe Dean was right, I had to let her grow up, wether I wanted to or not.

“Do you remember when Dean went to Hell, for the first time. I was wrecked, and you wouldn’t come out of your room for anything?” I said, my eyes began to gloss over at the memory.

“I was drinking, going crazy, I even went to a demon for help. And then one day, somehow, you got yourself out of your room, and you went downstairs and you said to me, ‘Sammy, I know it hurts, but you need to stop, you’re hurting yourself’ and I told you to get lost. But you never gave up on me, you don’t need to prove yourself to me, you already have.” I said, crying.

I was about to leave, but then two arms wrapped around my torso, and Y/N laid her head in my chest. “I love you Sammy,” she mumbled into my chest. She was obviously barley awake.

“I love you too little sis,” I said kissing the top of her head. I pulled some blankets over her, and waited for her to completely fall asleep before carefully getting up and leaving, making sure not to wake her. I stood in the doorway and turned the lights off.

I smiled at Y/N, then I realized, I hadn’t lost my baby sister, she had just simply grown up.

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June: “Nina, you have to help me!”
Nina: “Help you with?”
June: “My brothers are graduating soon.. and they have their birthdays coming up! I have to get them both a present and ugh..”
Nina: “And you think I can help with that? I don’t even have a brother..”
June: “Please, please, please, Nina?”
Nina: “I mean, I guess I can help you look for presents? But you should ask Hazel.. She’ll know what boys like right? She has an older brother.”
June: “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

i'm here (miniminter)

warnings: mentions of anxiety and claustrophobia

from: slimon
yo, you busy??

to: slimon
don’t think so..why do you ask??

from: slimon
well it’s this girl’s birthday and i figured, your a girl, you can help me pick her present

from: slimon
so what do you say?

to: slimon
by any chance is this girl your mum??

from: slimon

from: slimon
does that mean you’ll help? you know my mum pretty well you’ll know what to buy her, right??

he had a point i did know his mum pretty well. in fact i’ve know his mum my entire life, considering she was at the hospital only hours after i was born. both our mums had met at our older brothers childcare; way, way before me and simon were in the equation. our two mothers hit it off quite well together, along with the rest of our families.

you can only imagine how joyous it was for them both to experience pregnancy at roughly the same time. which meant that simon and i basically didn’t have a choice but to befriend each other the moment i entered this world a few months after he had.

from: slimon
please? 🙏

to: slimon
what’s in it for me?

from: slimon
the thought of knowing you a) helped pick my mother a delightful present and b) saved my ass - her birthday is in 2 days

to: slimon
idk i might be kinda busy later..

from: slimon
fine i’ll buy you a nando’s, you happy now??

to: slimon
i’ll see you downstairs in 20

well that put my day upside down i thought as i set aside my harry potter marathon for later.

i’m happy to help simon because even though i teased him about being busy, i really didn’t have any plans for the day. but i just wished that boy wouldn’t leave things until the last minute.

i laugh to myself shaking my head at how appreciative carol would be of her youngest child leaving her birthday shopping until only days before.

minutes after making myself look presentable i receive a text.

from: slimon
i’m here

i head down the elevator and spot his red range rover parked across the street, not that it was difficult to find.

“hey si” i say jumping in the passenger side of his car and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

it’s not like we were dating or anything, everything between myself and the boy sat beside me has always been strictly platonic. that’s not to say that i hadn’t had the slightest of crushes on him growing up. or even to say that as confused teenagers we didn’t experiment a little with our first kisses. but we both had dated plenty of people since and agreed that it was weird.

“i owe you one y/n, thank you for helping me out today” he said intertwining our fingers together to express his gratitude while he was currently driving. well this isn’t something simon and i had done before, and i didn’t know whether to be concerned at the fact neither of us were moving our hands back to our sides.

“yes, i believe you do si. in the form of a nandos or so i’m told” i giggle at him as he drives us towards westfields.


“i don’t know simon, this isn’t exactly something your mum would use” i comment on the object he holds in his hands. his shoulders slump in defeat showing he was well and truely over this shopping trip.

we haven’t found a single thing his mum would like and it had been over an hour since we arrived. it was fair to say we both could use a break from the ordeal.

“so what do you say we go for that nando’s now, yeah?” simon asks walking back to place the household item on its shelf.

i follow behind the boy like a lost puppy as we make our way to the food court. being out in the open rather than tucked away in little shops meant that simon received a lot more attention from strangers.

i certainly didn’t mind that he was being constantly stopped by fans as it was his life after all, and it was him who wanted to go shopping. so i just stood aside and let him do his thing.

he was happily taking a number of picture with some people when it was as if all the little fan girls and boys had called their other fan girls and boys to inform them of simon’s current location. as people came flooding in towards the lanky boy i found myself wound up right in the middle of them all.

there was no possible escape, making me feel instantly claustrophobic. claustrophobia was a weakness of mine and when i got claustrophobic it meant i also got extremely anxious.

“y/n?” i heard simon yell out just like he would when playing fifa.

“excuse me everyone i need to find my friend y/n” he urged but barely anyone budged. including the people around me. as i pushed people out of my way i felt tears well up in my eyes, but i refused to let them fall as i nearly had my way out.

no sooner than a couple of seconds, i had removed myself from the growing group of people and on the outside of it all. simon’s eyes caught with mine as he noticed i was safe while relief washed over his worried state.

“y/n” he breathed out, as he miraculously made his way over to me with the pack of people following shortly behind. “i think that’s enough shopping for one day, c'mon let’s get you out of here” he said wrapping a protective arm over my shoulder and leading us to an elevator away from his fan base.

“what about your mum?” i asked with a small voice.

“that’s what amazon prime is for” he chuckled lightly “my main concern at this point is you, are you okay y/n?” placing a soft kiss to my forehead. i nodded not willing to say much in return.

the two of us filed into the car park elevator just at the point when this day couldn’t get worse.

simon reluctantly pulled his arm away from me so that he was able to hit the floor number that would get to his car.

did i speak too soon when i said this day couldn’t get any worse? most definitely.

the elevator came to a sudden holt as the power inside the small lift vanished.

i looked at simon with wide eyes as the realisation of the abrupt stop sinks in with the both of us.

already on edge from the fan experience i feel my claustrophobia and anxiety rise as quick as the tears that pool in my eyes.

feeling slightly light headed i slide down the elevator wall to the ground. i pull my knees into my chest as involuntary begin to sob.

i distantly hear simon talking on the phone assumingly to the number put down in case of an emergency. although i can’t be too certain as the hot tears running down my face cloud my vision while fear and anxiousness cloud my thoughts.

“y/n? it’s okay, you’re okay.” I don’t respond unable to comprehend what’s happening around me during my panicked state.

i feel myself being moved into simon’s lap. i can’t admit that this is the first time simon has witness a panic attack of mine.

“y/n it’s okay. i’m here, it’s me simon. i’m right here”

it’s somewhat upsetting, but also comforting that simon knows exactly how to react in this situation. i feel him gently pull my face into the crook of his neck and he relaxes me by stroking my hair.

“shhh, i’m here for you. it’s okay”

although tears continue to stream out of my eyes, i slowly feel myself calm down a little.

“i’m here” he moves a strand of hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear “simon’s here and I promise we’re going to be okay. i called the maintenance number and they said they will have us out in no time. they think the elevator just stopped between the floors and it’ll be an easy fix.”

i feel myself begin to relax and i lightly pull my head away from simon’s chest so that i am able to look at him in the eyes. i continue to stay quiet as we both look at one another, a hiccup presenting itself every now and then . “see y/n, it’s all going to be okay” his voice wasn’t condescending instead it was rather soothing.

“i’m sorry simon” i say smally, looking away from him in embarrassment as i attempt to move out of his lap.

his tight grip on me doesn’t budge as he refuses to let me go. “y/n look at me.” hesitantly, i obliged and am met with his sad blue orbs. “please don’t ever apologise for your anxiety, not to me or to anyone else..” he stops briefly to run his hands through his disheveled hair before looking back at me. “i’m just glad it was me with you” he adds sweetly.

neither me nor simon utter a word as we sit in silence for a couple of minutes.

“i really hope i don’t make things worse right now” he randomly comments confusing me.

he gently moves his hands from my sides and brings them up to cup my face as he intently reads my facial expression for any exisiting signs of fear or anxiety. concluding that i am now much more calm then i was even when stepping into the elevator he begins to lean in.

even in the state that i’m in i easily comprehend what simon is about to do as my eyes flutter shut. i feel his warm lips press against mine while his thumb gently caresses my face. the goofy kid who coincidentally was my very first kiss was now very gently kissing me once again.

he was so cautious with his actions as if i was so fragile i could break with any sudden movements. somehow even a kiss so delicate and sweet as this sets a cage of butterflies off inside. making me question whether my actions and relationship towards simon has always been completely platonic from either side.

i feel myself completely at ease as we both pull away.

“do you think that maybe i could stay in your spare room? i don’t think i could handle the elevator on my own back at my apartment block” i ask simon nervously, partly due to what just happened.

“you really think i’m going to leave you on your own after what you’ve been through today?” and as his smile lights his face i feel us begin to move again. and i know with simon by my side, all will be okay.

“ He had become almost an older brother to me, someone to whom I could say anything. Every now and again he would send a little present - a tree for the garden or an ornament - and he invited Rod and me to his son Dhani’s 18th birthday dinner, saying we had to be there: we were family. “

“I think I’ll miss George for the rest of my life. I would have incredibly vivid dreams that he was alive. Then I would wake up and the reality would wash over me.”  -Pattie

Remembering George 1943-2001

Real life storytime:

Once i got super sick on my friends birthday and i didnt want to ruin it for him

So he came over got his present (a game) and proceeded to play it while i watched. Which i like watching games anyway because i can enjoy it and do other things too and not get worked up and too into it.

So like. Up til that point i felt crappy but manageable. Then i felt slammed and was like oh hell im burning and gonna be sick.

But i was awkward af and super nervous of like ‘shit what if i do x and get teased’ but i couldnt tell if i had a fever because everything was fire and ice silmiltaniously. So. I say to him “dude my arm feels really weird its like all pins and needles-y does it feel weird i cant tell.”

Needless to say that wasnt the best way to put it. He asked me if i was high or having a heart attack and i laughed it off and said it just felt warm to me but maybe it was how i was sitting. He said it was and told me to sit somewhere else

And it got worse. And then i disappeared for like over an hour on him bc i thought i was gonna puke then was to dizzy to get back up and leave the bathroom after that feeling passed. He got me asked if i was ok and i said i didnt feel good but it was cool if he still wanted to play cause id try to watch

I ended up under like 2 blankets in the corner of the couch cause i couldnt keep myself upright and couldnt tell if i was or not and ended up not watching it and couldnt hear straight and was in a muddled mess until a family member checked my forehead where it got crystal clear for the 30 seconds an ice cold hand was on my forehead. and someone practically carried me upstairs if not carried me full stop i was still p short then

I think thay was the stary of the week long fest of nausea and on and off fevers where at one point i was super feverish but not queasy and thought it would be a good idea to try and jump over a baby playpen. No baby inside. I did jump over it too, but i couldnt manage that bullshittery while well. (But that may have been a few years later too i dont remember too well)

For whatever reason i remembered that tonight. And i am still friends with him and we are both still terribly awkward and dorky but not that bad anymore

anonymous asked:

(Tiger bread anaon) what sparked your interest in green day and bread?

When Dookie was a loaf rising to fame and I was young and yet to be baked, I enjoyed their music videos as they appeared with increasing frequency on TV. Longview in particular spoke to me as the scene in which Billie Joe destroys the settee appeared, to my young self, as a statement of rebellion that I longed for. Indeed, my parents did not approve of my newfound interest and refused my requests for the singles. Yes, we still bought CD singles in 1994.

It was on my birthday that my older brother slipped me an extra present after school and I was overjoyed to discover it was the Dookie album. I listened every day, while walking to and from school. When visiting my brother we listened together and I later joined him in attending their show in London, assuring our parents that I was simply staying at his home overnight.

They performed a short set in which I did not recognise many songs, but it truly filled me with joy and we were able to obtain autographs and briefly speak to our favourite bakers after the show.

I developed an interest in baking at secondary school after a cooking class in which I tasted delicious bread for the first time. It spoke to me as Green Day had.

As I grew older and became a seasoned baker, I began to understand Billie Joe’s lyrics and they, alongside my memories of their live show and our meeting, were a companion to me through difficult times.

It can be said that I grew up with Green Day and bread, and this cemented my interest in both areas individually and in combining them in a delicious sandwich.

Birthday - Grayson + Ethan


(Y/T/C) = Your Twin Choice

(T/O/T) = The Other Twin




Today was the day that my two best friends were a year older. Gosh how time fly’s. I still remember them only being about 12. I was currently stuffing my car with their presents so I could head over to their place and hang out. “Do you need help?” I heard my brother ask from behind me. “No I’m just about to put the last gift in.” I replied as I did put the last one in. I smiled at him and he nodded and walked down the street.

I hoped in my car and turned it on putting Panic At The Disco on and started to make my way to the twins apartment. Once I pulled in I called up for them to let me in and started to make my way to the elevator with all the gifts and hit the floor number. Once on the floor I made my way to their apartment and knock. Y/t/c answered it and smiled. He leaned down ignoring the presents and gave me a kiss.

I blushed at his touch and giggled slightly. “Hey there beautiful.” Y/t/c commented. My blush deepened at his words as he helped me with some of the gifts. “T/o/t! Y/n is here!” Y/t/c yelled to his brother. You giggled at him and slumped onto the couch. T/o/t came into the living space and I got up and hugged him and sat back down. “Happy birthday you guys.” I smiled at them.

“Thanks y/n.” They both commented at the same time sitting down next to me. I then got up and handed them their presents. I was nervous for the one I gave y/t/c because I wasn’t sure if he would like it. I had the same idea for the main gift I would give them last but I was nervous because it took a long time and I would hate for them to hate it.

As t/o/t opened his gift he saw an apple box and smiled at up at. I knew he needed/ wanted a new phone so I got him one. As for y/t/c he smiled at it flipping through the pages of the scrap book. “Do you like it?” I asked to y/t/c. He smiled at me and nodded pulling me towards him and laying another kiss on my lips.

I backed away and gave them the rest of the presents saving the best for last. I handed them the frame that was covered in costume wrapping paper and handed it to them both. They both opened it and gasped. It was a time laps thing till about now. 17 years old 2016.

They both got up and engraved me into a hug. “Now who wants cake!” I beamed clasping my hands together. “Me!” They both said. I giggled at them and went over to the cake and placed it out and we diged in half way through I threw the rest of my slice in y/t/c’s face and took a picture. I laughed at his face as so did t/o/t and he tried getting me to hug him.

After a while of trying not to get cake all over me he pulled me down on the floor and kissed me all over my face. I giggled at him. “Y/t/c stop!” I whined as he started to tickle me. “Never.” He said with a playful glare. I rolled my eyes and continued to laugh as he tickled. My legs kicked and my body turned as water started to fill my eyes.

By the end of the day we were all watching their favorite movie. Y/t/c and I cuddled under a blanket as t/o/t was paying close attention to the  movie and ate the cookies I brought over. I couldn’t ask for anything better than these two gooves. I had my best friends and boyfriend and that’s all I needed.

Can you wait until fall?

This is a birthday present for the awesome @missyplatinum​! Her stories always put a smile on my face, so hopefully I can return the favor. I know how much you like fluffy stories, so here goes! Happy birthday!

Summary: Lucy thought she was going to be babysitting Wendy. However, things take an odd turn when she finds out that Wendy’s older brother Natsu made other plans for her.

Rated: T

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Romance

Word count: 7,305

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Can you wait until fall?


A knock sounded on the door of the Dragneel’ residence. Natsu hopped up from the couch, gladly ready to answer it. Once the door swung open, he greeted the two females outside. “Hello Virgo, Lucy.” He kept his voice casual, not wanting to seem suspicious.

“Good morning, Natsu,” the older woman said. She wore her usual french maid’s uniform, her short pink hair gelled down to give her a serious look. “You need Lucy until six, right?”

‘I need her for longer than that…’

He cast that thought away, knowing it was the most embarrassing answer he could give right now. “Yup, 'til six.”

“Okay. Jude is out of town and I’ll be gone at that time, so when she’s done she’ll just take the bus.”

“I’ll make sure she gets to the bus stop safely.” He assured.

“That’ll be fine. Well, have a good day. Lucy, behave yourself. If she acts up even a little bit please call me.” The pink haired woman gave Lucy a little wink, causing the girl to blush.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Natsu laughed, loving when Lucy got flustered. He preferred when he did it himself, but this was fun too. He watched as the older woman turned to walk away, not aware of the mischief the teenage boy was planning.

“Come in,” Natsu said, scooting to the side for the girl to enter. He wanted to give Virgo some time to leave before making his move.

Lucy was beyond confused. Never had she babysat for Wendy on a Sunday, and never for this long. Eight hours were going to be so boring. She didn’t have any homework, and she had already read all her books, so Lucy had nothing to distract her when Wendy would take her nap.

She didn’t even bother bringing her backpack. All she had on her person was her clothes and her purse which was filled with her wallet, a small notebook, and a few pens in case she got inspired to write something.

The blonde entered the living room and looked around. She didn’t see Natsu’s baby sister anywhere, deepening her confusion.

“Oi, I thought I told Virgo to tell you to wear summer clothes?” Natsu’s voice came over her shoulders. She turned to see him looking over her outfit for the day.

She was wearing a dark pink, button up shirt. The long sleeves were cuffed back to reach her elbows. Her long legs were covered in a pair of dark jeans, and her feet in a simple pair of black shoes. Her long blonde hair was hanging loosely past her shoulders.

Lucy averted his gaze, feeling her heart speed up. “I-I felt more comfortable in this…” She hadn’t spent very much time alone with Mr. and Mrs. Dragneel’s son, Natsu. Usually they only saw each other in passing when she would come over to watch their toddler, Wendy. They’d talked a few times, but not very often. She always felt flustered around the handsome teen.

Natsu just shrugged. “If you say so. You might sweat though. It’s pretty warm in Hargeon today.” He had prepared, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt with a red dragon on the front, paired with some black cargo shorts.

“Hargeon?” The teen questioned, meeting his eyes again.

“Yup!” His green eyes gleamed. “I thought maybe we could hang out today.”

Lucy raised a brow. “Aren’t I supposed to be babysitting Wendy? Which by the way, where is she?”

“Nope. She’s out for the day with my parents.” He said it nonchalantly, throwing her off.

Her brows furrowed. None of this made sense. “Then why am I here?”

“I just said, I wanna hang out with you.” Natsu grinned. “You’re acting so weird.”

She just stared at him as she thought, 'I’m the weird one?’

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So a few months back I was supposed to ask my uncle about having some cameras he had, but conveniently before I even had the chance to ask his house burnt down. More interestingly one of the few things that did make it out was this picture of a crying boy, surprisingly in near perfect condition. He had received it a number of years back from an Auntie who also had a house fire with this painting being one of the only things remaining. I suppose my family is a bit superstitious but they believed the painting was cursed, he was actually taking the painting to be disposed and I said I’d have it since I actually like the painting but my Mum didn’t want it anywhere near our house. Upon looking into it further online it seemed to actually be fairly widely accepted with the notion of the painting being cursed. Apparently the boy within the painting was an orphan who died in a car crash shortly after the completion and mass production of them trapping his soul inside it. A more logical explanation is that the the varnish used on the paintings were fire repellent making it more immune to flames than most objects, although that doesn’t entirely explain why all other paintings burnt as I can’t imagine what’s between them is that greatly different. If you’re interested into looking into this more there is a few articles on it, I’ll link the wiki but it’s a bit empty comparatively to other sites.

I think what’s more disturbing is the fact of how the fire actually started, my cousins kids (who are also my cousins but for clarity’s sake) are about 5 years of age with about 1 year difference between them. Well the younger one was actually jealous of all his brother’s Birthday presents so he actually found a lighter and set them on fire and locked the door of the room where my Auntie and Uncle slept. She and the older brother actually had to be dragged out due to the smoke fumes knocking them out completely. To be honest though these two kids do a lot of crazy messed up shit at times, I sort of wonder how they’ll be when their older. Probably even more disturbing still is their Dad’s story but I probably shouldn’t go too much into people’s personal lives. Anyways thought this was a little bit interesting and a different sort of post for once. :)

[BMP Headcanon] 3 Year Old Keith

To celebrate Keith’s birthday (albeit belatedly), I present to you 3 year old Keith headcanons with the theme of “birthday”! Inspired both by my personal experiences working with young children and from talking to a lovely friend about BMP. |D I’m falling asleep at my keyboard so… I’m off to bed! 

Please enjoy!

Keith Alford, Crown Prince of Liberty, got everything he ever asked for and was spoiled rotten by his parents. The Queen was just a doting mother, but the King sincerely believed that his son was destined to be the next great king and treated him as such. After all, Prince Keith could speak in almost complete sentences as a 2 year old and picked up new skills and knowledge at incredible speeds, often astounding his tutors. The only prince who rivaled his academic achievements was Joshua Lieben, Crown Prince of Dres Van… But who knows if that rumor about him being able to read at the young age of 3 and a half was true?

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Life at Home

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader

Words: 1211

Summary: Dean is back from his first tour in the army, and the two still try to adjust to everything.

Sequel to the popular one shot Life of an Army Wife.

This one shot was one of the favorites in my recent voting game in celebration of 400 followers. And since it won, here is part 2! I personally do not have experience or close friends/family who have had this experience, so I am sorry if it’s off a little. I tried to include what I know or figured would happen, but it may not be perfect. Anyways, enjoy!

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