the sun is setting directly into my eyes

Light of My Life

A Shawn Mendes one-shot.

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 "No no no no no. No.” 

 With a groan, I hit Shawn on the shoulder, signalling for him to shut up and turn off his alarm that blared through our hotel room. He shut the alarm off and trapped my hand between his arm and his chest, continually whining about how much he didn’t want to get up from the nap we had just taken. 

“I love naps so much, Shawn.” I muttered, nuzzling my head in the crook between his shoulder and the bed. The setting sun peaked through the closed blinds of our hotel room and directly across Shawn’s bare chest. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Why are you so hot?” I muttered. Shawn let out a sleepy laugh and kissed my knuckles. 

 “I really don’t want to get up, babe.” he sighed. I propped my head up on his chest to get a good look at him. His eyes looked tired, and his hair was wonderfully fluffy and curly from sleep. 

 “Me neither Shawn. I’m still hungover from last night.” I complained. Shawn laughed.  

 “That’s because you drink those girly drinks filled with sugar that make you extra hungover.” he replied. I gave him a look.  

 “I hate the word girly, Shawn. Nothing is specifically for girls.” I reminded him. Shawn laughed as he finally sat up from bed and put his feet on the floor.

 “Tampons?” he suggested. I hit him on his back as he looked over his shoulder at me with a grin. 

 “Smartass. How long until the concert? Can’t I just be a bad girlfriend and sleep more instead of coming?” I asked through a yawn. Shawn laughed as he stood up, shaking his head. 

 “No. The concert’s in three hours. We have to head down to the stadium.” he said, pulling a shirt over his head. I groaned again and finally got out of bed, sliding into my high waisted black skinny jeans and changing my shirt. I looked in the mirror and wiped the mascara that had smudged in my sleep from under my eye and did a nice Dutch braid down my back. When I was finally ready, I turned to see Shawn watching me with a grin as he sat at the end of our bed.  

“You’re a creep,” I sang the tune of Radiohead’s “Creep” to him as I found my shoes, “You’re a loser, what the hell are you doing here?” I continued, laughing through my singing at the look he was giving me with my song. 

 “Are you done?” he asked. I grinned and kissed his fluffy hair, before leading the way to the Jeep.

  *

 The venue was huge, and soon to be completely filled with people screaming Shawn’s name. I tagged along at a distance as Shawn got dressed in his concert outfit and sat in the stands while he rehearsed and everything got set up.  

 “I think I’ll watch from the stands tonight.” I told him later from backstage as people started filing into their seats. Shawn met my eye through his dressing room mirror.  

 “You realize that people out there know who you are, right?” he reminded me. I shrugged. 

 “I’ll wear a disguise or something.” I replied. Shawn laughed and turned to face me. 

 “A disguise?” he clarified. I cracked a grin and shrugged as my way of saying yes. Shawn laughed again and stood up, brushing by me to get to the clothes kept in the back of the room. He gathered a few things, and then dumped them in my arms with a wide grin. I shook my head and laughed, putting the clothes onto a chair to sift through them. A pair of his sunglasses, his baseball hat, his iHeart Radio sweatshirt. “We’ll make you look like a bro.” He laughed. 

 "A bro sitting front row at a Shawn Mendes concert? Sounds a little out of character.“ I laughed, putting on the sweatshirt. Shawn grinned and went behind me, taking my hair out of it’s braid and putting it in a bun at the nape of my neck. He kissed just below my ear, before sliding on the hat backwards. I put the sunglasses on and we both looked at me in the mirror. "I look ridiculous.” I laughed. Shawn smiled and kissed my cheek. 

 "Well, you usually look stunning, so definitely nobody will recognize you.“ He said, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

 "Alright, it’s showtime.” I laughed. Shawn pointed a stern finger at me as we left the dressing room. 

 "No laughing, babe. It’s sounds like sunshine. Bros don’t laugh like sunshine.“ He reminded me. I grinned and cleared my throat, repeating a laugh but in a lower, manly tone. Shawn cracked up in the hallway as we made our way toward the stage, crew going by giving us strange looks. 

 "Ok, I’ll see you out there. You’ll kill it babe, I love you.” I said. We could hear the crowd from where we stood. Shawn bit his lip and nodded, the pre-show jitters coming in as he ducked to kiss me. 

 "I love you too, bro. Let security know who you are in case you get recognized and have to slip away, alright?“ He said. I nodded, kissed his chin because it was the only place I could reach without difficulty, and made my way to the stands. 

 Seeing Shawn perform from the perspective of a fan was completely different than from backstage. Backstage, I could only ever see the side of him as he sang. This way, I could see the emotion and passion on his face, the way his cheeks flushed and his forehead brimmed with sweat as he went through his songs. He made eye contact with me multiple times and his grin would widen. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

 "Alright, thank you guys so much. Before we get to our next song though, I want to bring a very special lady onto the stage. She’s very close to my heart.” Shawn paused between songs, the crowd going wild at his words. He grinned down at me as I shook my head in disbelief. He was going to get me to go on stage while I looked like a man. “I mean, she looks a little different tonight so maybe you didn’t recognize her. Babe, come on up. Don’t be shy.” He continued, coming to the edge of the stage and beckoning me with his hand. Security let me onto the other side of the barricade, keeping screaming fans at bay as I kept shaking my head at him, mouthing how much I hated him in that moment. He just kept grinning, so I took his hand and climbed up on stage with a little bit of difficulty. Shawn was smiling so wide, his cheeks full and red. 

 "I hate you so much.“ I told him. Shawn laughed and turned to the crowd. 

 "She says she hates me.” He told them. I could hear laughter mixed with screams. I shook my head, laughing, and took off the shades and the hat, letting out my hair again. The screams increased. “Guys, isn’t she beautiful? Look at her.” He cooed, fiddling with his earpiece with on hand while the other wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. He was warm and sweaty, but I didn’t mind. Was it bad that he looked really sexy covered in sweat? Shawn gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, I just wanted to embarrass her a little. And I think it worked. I also may have written this next song about her, though, so…” he trailed off, grinning again at the roar of the crowd. I blushed and shook my head at him, biting my lip. He directed me to a stool on the centre of the stage and switched guitars. “This one’s called Light of My Life.” He said into the mic. I shook my head and blushed already, just at the title.

 I always loved watching Shawn play the guitar. He started the song with a couple of riffs, and made the pouty face he always made when he got really into it, making me grin. After a while, his voice came in, too, sweet like honey. The lyrics were about how tough things got when he was always on the road and wrapped up in his job, but that there was always this girl to keep him grounded, to keep him light and remind him not to take himself so seriously. I was swooning, absolutely head over heels in love with this guy. For the last verse, he got playfully close to my face, and ended with a kiss on my cheek, laughing when I scrunched up and pushed him away. The crowd was nearly deafening. 

I stood from the stool and wrapped my arms around his neck, putting my hands in his sweaty hair to pull him down to my height and kiss him repeatedly on the side of his head. “I love you, Shawn.” I whispered in his ear. He grinned down at me and pressed his forehead against mine for only a moment. 

 "I love you too.“ He replied just as softly, forgetting that his microphone was projecting his voice across the whole venue. He blushed even deeper when the crowd all aww’d, the tips of his ears turning a delicate shade of pink. I squeezed his hand, waved to the crowd, and disappeared backstage, unable to conceal my grin the rest of the night.

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 Hey home boys, I sincerely apologize for not getting to your requests. I haven’t been the best mentally so I haven’t been writing too much, and I just haven’t really been in an Eddie-phase as of late. I will get to them though! I promise!! I have, however, developed a cripplingly enormous crush on Shawn Mendes. Hopefully you guys can appreciate this bean with me. Love you guys so so much!! Let me know if you want more Shawn :) xoxo

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

Moonlight (reader X Jughaed)

Originally posted by fangirling-trash101



Jughead X reader

Request are open

Word count : 942 words

Warning: NONE

A/N : I’M SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS!!! I swear writer’s block sucks, and the fact that this is such a romantic song is UGHHH!! Being Aromantic is difficult during these situations.hahah. But hopefully it isn’t as bad as i think it is!  AND i’m sorry for any spelling  and grammar errors that you’ll see, i tend to be blind when it comes to proofreading… feel me??? The BOLD is the song .



Today was another day that Jughead has invited me to watch a movie with him at the drive-in. He would usually invite all of the group to watch the movie together, but Jughead and I would leave the group and climb up his rooftop and sit there and watch. Yet today was different, he only asked me. the whole day at school I noticed B and V smiling at me like mad women, of course I ignored them and just smiled back acting as if I knew what was going on.

School is over and Juggie is walking me home like always, when we arrive to my home Juggie decided that we should eat here, and then I get ready and we go to the drive-in together.

I make some quick pasta and we eat, once I’m done I run up the stairs to get ready.

I quickly just throw on some black skinny jeans with a baggy Pink Floyd band shirt which once belonged to Jughead, since he was too lazy to get me a birthday gift.

Anyway,I confirm to Jughead that I’m ready to go, we both get up and leave my house and walk to the Twilight drive-in.

When we arrive to the drive-in Jughead walks to the movie roller to prepares the movie for the day.while he’s busy I order us some candy, coke and popcorn. Half an hour later people start to fill in the drive-in with their trucks and cars. By the time I walk back to where Jughead’s place/home is at, he’s done preparing the movie for the night. I add the snacks that I got us  into the bucket that’s attached to the roof by a rope and then we both climb up to the roof and pull the rope with the bucket to the top.

Like every theater we have a moment before the movie starts, but the drive-in decided to be different and plays music instead. As songs go on and on, a song that I know starts to play. When I look to where I know the controller of the music is, I notice Betty and Veronica looking directly at me with the biggest smile.

(The Sun is setting in your eye, here by my side)

And the movie’s playing, but we won’t be watching tonight

Every look, every touch makes me wanna give you my heart

I be crushin’ on you, baby

Stay the way you are…

I internally laugh at how my best friends would go to this extent to add to the mood, and ironically the sun was setting. I feel Jughead’s gaze and of course I turn to look at him and do that awkward shifting of my eyes. I hear him laugh at how awkward I am, he lightly pushes me to the side and while still looking at me.

“What a coincidence.” he tells me with a smile.

Cause I never knew, I never knew

You could have moonlight in your hands

‘Til the night I held you

You’re my moonlight

Moonlight…

With Jughead still looking at me he moves closer to me and lifts his arm and puts it around my shoulders. He pulls me slightly towards him, still me being the awkward self that i am, all i can do is look down at my lap. But still not wanting my awkward friend Jughead to feel awkward too, I lift my hand and hold his that’s hanging from my shoulder.

I kiss his fingertips

As I’m wishing he’s all mine

He’s giving me Elvis

With some James Dean in his eyes

Puts his lips on my neck

Makes me want to give him my body

I be fallin’ for you, baby

And I just can’t stop

He smiles and lifts my hand and kisses it and continues to hold it, i laugh and lift up his hand too and peck it lightly. I blush and look to the side and notice that both Veronica and Betty have Binoculars aiming to where Jughead and I sit, I notice them smiling and giving me thumbs ups. I laugh at them and turn around and notice that Jughead is still looking at me with his green and bluish eyes giving me the most loving look that I’ve ever seen him give me. My heart flutters because I’ve fallen for him so much that i know that i can’t stop my heart.

Cause I never knew, I never knew

You could have moonlight in your hands

‘Til the night I held you

You’re my moonlight

Moonlight

Baby I be fallin’

You’re my moonlight

Moonlight

I notice that Jughead moves his hand towards his hearing aid, that he keeps hidden under his beanie, and switches it off. Slowly he leans in and kisses me, I feel my heart explodes like fireworks. I move my right hand toward his cheek and pull him towards me deepening the kiss. I feel him smile into the kiss but doesn’t break it, and i don’t think i want to either. Soon enough we both need some air and we pull away. I remember what part is coming up in the song , and  quickly I switch his hearing aid on so that he’ll listen to the part.

Meet me under shining lights, I’ve been waiting for you all my life

Feelings we can’t deny but you’re living open up your eyes

ohhohh

He’s so bossy…

He makes me dance

Tryna sit in the back of his whip

And just cancel my plans

Sweet like candy

But he’s such a man

He knows just what it does

When he’s holding me tight

And he calls me “Moonlight” too…

When the song is done this time i pull his face towards me.

“ Juggie you’re so bossy at times yet you’re sweet like candy, but you’re such a man.” I whisper those words and kiss him. In my head i thank my two lucky stars for being there and making this possible.

Till I See You Again (part 1)

Fandom: SHADOWHUNTERS

Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

Words: 1238

Authors notes: In honour of season 2 of Shadowhunters, I decided to write this fic about my baby Jace. This story is set after the events of the Dark War but I changed some events the diverges from the book. Clary and Jace were in love but not anymore and Luke is a lead detective of the New York police department. 




When he was 4 years old Jace fell in love. It wasn’t a romantic kind of love; it was an undying adoration for a baby girl that lived down the road from his father’s home. He would sneak away and spend time with baby Stella, playing with her, reading her books, and rocking her to sleep. When his father found out he thought that his father would punish him, but instead his father allowed Jace to see Stella once a week for 2 hours at a time.

When Jace was 8 years old he found a piece of amber in the forest, he polished it until it shone in the sunlight, turned it into a beautiful necklace, and carved his initials on the back for Stella. It is safe to say that Stella wore the necklace until the day she died.

When Jace was 9 years old he lost the center of his world. The little cottage where Stella and her widowed mother lived was burned down to ashes, only her mother’s body was found in the remaining ruble. Stella was from the Joyen family, which essentially made her Shadowhunter royalty. The search party for Stella lasted for months, but the Shadowhunters turned up with no leads and Stella was declared deceased. It broke Jace’s heart and his father reminded him that ‘to love was to be destroyed’, so Jace never allowed himself to get close to anybody else, he refuses to go through that pain again.

After the Dark War Jace discovered that Valentine was the one responsible for the fire, he wanted to teach Jace a lesson about weakness and attachment. The news destroyed Jace, he blamed himself for Stella’s death, the hate he felt for himself strengthened and it he became more cynical and angry at the world.

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Serendipitous Sneezes

REQUEST: Since you and @wheresthekillswitch seem to be the causation of all the wonderful crack on my dash, would one of you take a crack request? Where the reader hunts with Sam and Dean and is allergic to things like cats, dogs…. and especially werewolves. - @kmb99t

Warnings: Slight language, sneezing, allergenic grossness, cat shenanigans

Word Count: 1,943

A/N: I hope I did this justice for you, babe! Much thanks to Lee and Han for giving me ideas and editing my tired brain errors on this!

My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything that I write :)


As soon as we stepped foot into the motel room, my nose started to twitch. I felt a familiar itch start to grow around my eyes. Well shit.

“There have been cats here,” I hissed, slowly backing back off of the moldy green carpet and out of the doorframe.

Dean looked over the room and then back at me standing a good few feet into the parking lot, “It looks clean, Y/N. I’m allergic, and I’m not sneezing.”

“I can sense them,” I whispered, resisting the urge to furiously rub at my irritated corneas.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He came out into the lot and took my elbow in his hand, slowly leading me back inside the room, “You’ll be fine.”

Famous last words.

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Too Lazy

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: J-hope x Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 488

Summary: Your parents were coming over to pay you and Hoseok a visit. Having to wake up early was never easy and Hoseok seemed to be set out on making things more difficult for both of you by refusing to get out of bed.

Author’s Note: This is a repost from my previous blog! Enjoy! (That gif is killing me, he’s too much >.<)

You gradually seeped into consciousness, the brightness coming through the blinds hitting you directly in the face. You rolled over, away from the window, throwing you left arm across the body to your right.

Hoseok shuffled underneath the covers, shutting his eyes tightly, wanting to block the sun’s bright light. He dug his face into your neck, nuzzling you. A sigh escaped his lips before he fell under once again.

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Yoongi Scenario: I Was Made For Loving You - Part 3.

Summary: In the midst of a war you got separated from your sister trying to desperately escape from the bombings that started to hit your town. Finding yourself with no place to hide you run into a laconic soldier that gets you through the night. Now with the promise of getting you to safe haven you decide that you can’t give up the only family you have left, and thus Yoongi faces the decision of going with you through dangerous territory or go back to his camp.

Request: please i want a continuation of yoongi’s fic i was made for loving you😍

Inspired on I was made for loving you by Tori Spelling and Ed Sheeran.

Genre: Angst / Fluff. Soldier AU.

Part 1 / 2

Warning: Mentions of violence.


Going to the road by foot was crazy, but going to the road by foot at night was madness. 

So you went back to your house where you ate some of the canned food you had stashed. You spoke some more during the time you were there, and as you helped him with the bandages for his leg Yoongi commented that you acted like the big sister even if you were the youngest, you told him it was all due to the circumstances and your stubborn antics. 

That made Yoongi snort and shake his head, as if he was amused with what you were telling him. Yoongi didn’t speak too much about himself, instead he let you talk and tell him about you, your pre war life, what you liked to do and what did you not. You purposely left out your family from the conversation and he didn’t bring them up.

You didn’t know where to tell Yoongi to sleep, and at the end you didn’t need to, as he announced he would be sleeping on a couch in the living room. You wanted to insist and tell him that there were beds but then you saw him dragging the couch the more he could to the front door. 

-I’ll be here- he stated simply, but still looked at you expecting for some kind of approval, so you granted it to him, imagining that of course he wanted to sleep next to the door. -We leave at dawn- again he waited for you to nod, you did, but stood still staring at him from the other side of the room, wanting to say something to him but not knowing what else you should tell him. So you nodded again and left for your room.

At dawn you left. Yoongi wasn’t a soldier by career but he didn’t budge on his words, and was punctual and precise like no one you knew.

You walked until mid morning until a supply truck passed by the desolated road. Yoongi asked them for a ride and the workers couldn’t say no to a soldier and a young woman in need. As Yoongi had told you it was only a few hours until you reached the town, you had passed through it before but you hadn’t given much attention to it, maybe because it was a copy or a twin of your own home town.

Yoongi and you were once again by foot, the town and all the houses were left behind, the road getting more rudimentary as you went on and the sun started to fade, you were talking about where could it be a good spot to set camp before someone caught Yoongi’s attention.

At first you saw him just staring hard to a point far a head of you, there weren’t houses or buildings anymore, just trees and grass bordering the road. But suddenly Yoongi halted, his hand going to yours quickly, pulling both of you down to a side of the road rolling into the grass.

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The Hanged Man

Description: A bat with three eyes hangs upside down from a branch.  Directly behind its head is the setting sun, or perhaps the rising moon.  This card is interesting because it takes a very morbid, unnatural concept and naturalizes it.  

Cosmic association: Neptune

First impressions: 

-Unconventional

-Rule-breaking, rebellion

-Night, shadows

-Cycles, rebirth


Other meanings: 

-Psychic

-Distortion

-Idealism

-Illusion

-Imagination

-Surrender

-New perspectives

-Sacrifice

-Letting go

-Vulnerability

-Restriction

-Indecision/waiting

-Traitor


Reversed indicates: Stubbornness, holding on toxicity

2

Yeah I Do- Owen Grady Imagine

“Good morning good looking!” I smiled as my friend called to me from the catwalk above the padlock I was walking into. I stood back from the door and glanced up the tall wall, covering my eyes as the sun shone directly into my eyes.

“Hey baby boy! I’m coming up in a second, just wait for me,” I called back before scanning my badge and entering the building. I called out hellos to the people I passed, immediately making a beeline for the stairs up to the open roof of the cage. As soon as I opened the door and stepped out, I was wrapped up in the uncomfortably warm hug from Barry. I smiled through the almost unbearable heat and hugged the man back, squealing as he lifted me and spun me around, only setting me back down when I slapped his arm.

“You sure were missed Ms. Y/N. I gotta tell you, but don’t tell him I did, Owen over there hasn’t shut up about you since you left,” Barry whispered into your ear as he nodded his head in the other man’s direction. I let my eyes drift to the man who was standing at the center of the bridges across the open roof. he looked exactly the same, the same broad shoulders, muscular stature, his moustache had grown out more, it was thicker than before. He currently was holding his clicker in one hand, the other raised in the air with the palm out as his eyes stayed down on the girls.

“Okay girls, eyes on me, eyes on me,” God his Alpha voice was fucking perfect. I cleared my throat, reshifting my legs so that one ankle crossed over the other. I kept my eyes on him as his eyebrows furrowed together, yelling out another command as Blue started to move from formation. God, he looks so sexy when he’s serious, I thought, mentally facepalming as I realized what I had just thought. Owen was the closest guy friend I had ever had, even closer than Barry, but I wanted more from our relationship. But for some unknown reason, he is so stupidly infatuated with Claire, he could never even notice how I felt, not like I wanted him too. God, being rejected by him would be the worse.

“And something is telling me you haven’t had the best time without him either,” Barry said, his voice waking me up from my ranting inner voice. I turned to glare at the man but was only met by his booming laugh as he wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me against his chest and squeezing me tight. Just as I started to laugh along, I heard someone clearing their throat, very loudly at that. I pulled away from Barry and turned around to look at the person who had made the annoyed sound, only to be met by the very familiar face of Owen Grady. He wasn’t smiling when I first turned to him, he was wearing a annoyed grimace when I first turned, but as soon as a smile stretched across my face, he own expression reflected mine.

“Owen!” I yelled before launching myself at the tall- and god so freaking muscular- brunette man who stood in front of me. I heard a slight chuckle, either from Barry or Owen, I couldn’t tell, but I could feel Owen’s arms tightening around my waist as mine secured themselves around his neck. “God I missed you,” I whispered as I rested my head on Owen’s shoulder.

“I missed you too Y/N,” he whispered back, almost inaudible as he held me against him. I smiled into his shoulder, happy to be back in the arms of the teddy bear like man. “Goodness you two. So much freaking sexual tension,” Barry laughed from behind us. I felt the blood rise up from my neck as I quickly pulled away from Owen and turned to slap Barry on the arm.

“Oh get out of here you perv,” I laughed, trying to play off the embarrassment as Barry laughed at me before holding his hands up in surrender. He muttered something under his breath as he left, but quickly made his way down off of the catwalk and back to the ground. I put on a sheepish smile as I turned back to Owen.

“Well then, you can’t say he’s wrong about that,” Owen smirked, that same smirk just growing wider as he watched the blush grow redder on my cheeks.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, almost stuttering as Owen stepped closer to me, then took another step until his chest was right up against me. I took a quick intake of breath as I broke my gaze from his own, opting to drop my eyes to the bridge’s floor. I slightly jumped as his hand reached up to grab my chin, one finger pushing my head to look up at him.

“You know exactly what I am talking about,” Owen said smugly as he kept his gaze matched with mine. I almost laughed as he reached to grasp the back of my head.

“Yeah, I do.”

-C

domestic au: the crying thing

[start at the beginning]

  • do you think about root and shaw sneaking off to the top of the statue of liberty and looking across the water to the ignorant city, hell, the world that they’ve just saved
  • and the sun is setting and root’s watching the thousands of people milling around, all the flashing lights and taillights illuminating the city
  • root doesn’t care about the people, sure, but she can appreciate the system. the flow of traffic, the stop and go of hurried pedestrians, the gentle waves of the ocean
  • “you know sam, it really /is/ beautiful”
  • shaw kicks her feet a little. smirks, rolls her eyes. looks directly at root
  • “yeah, root. pretty damn beautiful”
  • and root knows she’s being a little shit but at the same time she’s gay and weak
  • her eyes get a little watery
  • “root if you start crying I’m going to push you off the ledge”
  • “i love you too"
  • “oh my god”
  • and then shaw kisses her a little too hard because she’s a little embarrassed. yeah, she was joking, but it was a bit too truthful for her to feel entirely comfortable. root’s hair against the setting sun, the light of the city reflected in her warm eyes
  • well
  • it’s a bit too sappy for shaw to say out loud
  • but root knows. understands
  • she always does
  • root slows down the kiss, turns it soft and gentle and shaw smiles. just a little bit
  • because for once in her life she’s almost looking forward to what tomorrow will bring
  • also consider: shaw says ‘i love you’ first
  • not in a traditional sense, of course. because when is anything with them ever close to traditional
  • it’s root and shaw relaxing in bed after a long day. root making little braids in shaw’s hair just to piss her off
  • “rooooot, cut it out, i’m trying to sleep”
  • “but you look so pretty with braids, sweetie”
  • “you suck at braiding. and you’re annoying as hell”
  • “that why you love me,” root says with a laugh, not expecting anything besides an eye roll
  • but shaw pauses
  • and then says “yeah”
  • and root’s trying to not make this a big deal but let’s face it. this is A Big Deal
  • shaw kisses the corner of her mouth and whispers,“what did I tell you about the crying thing”
  • “not to?”
  • “root”
  • ”…that even though it makes you uncomfortable sometimes, crying is a normal response to emotional stimuli”
  • shaw snorts a little. “bingo. it’s fine”
  • and root clings to her a little bit. just a tad overwhelmed
  • “i love you so much, sameen. you didn’t have to say it. i knew. but you did, and thank you”
  • and shaw pulls root in close so there’s not an inch of space between them and gently nips her collarbone
  • “you gonna finish ruining my hair or not?”
Not Lately

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,980 (I got carried away)

Summary: Hidden feelings come to surface when the reader and Dean swap bodies. 

A/N: It’s already past midnight, let me know if there are any typo’s - I’m exhausted. 

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The stars were scattered across the sky, reminiscent of freckles. Some clusters were denser, while others hardly visible. You looked over at Dean.

“Here” a bottle came to life with a loud pop.

“Thanks” you said, taking it from his hands. You pressed your heel into the hood of the car and pushed yourself up. The glass of the car was cool against your head, but comfortable nonetheless. Maybe after counting your eighty sixth star did your eyes begin to droop shut. Dean turned to you, his chin pressing against his shoulder, and leaned down so your head dropped onto his arm. He felt your cold cheeks through his thermal and took in his last breath of crisp air before bringing you inside the bunker.

The following days were relatively quiet. The only sounds in the bunker consisted of books being opened and shut repeatedly. It wasn’t until a call from Garth that Sam’s eyes lit up as he began to explain the new case.

“And you’re happy why?” you leaned over the counter and grabbed his empty plate.

“We’ve been cooped up in here for nearly two weeks” Sam drank down the rest of his water.

You sighed and stacked the plates into the sink before sprinting back up the steps.

“I’ll start packing” you dropped your hands to your sides and got a thumbs up from Sam.

“That’s the spirit”

“Screw yourself, Winchester” you rolled your eyes and smiled.

—-

Breathing; that’s what you forgot to do. Before taking another step you exhaled a long breath. The witch’s kitchen was absolutely repulsive. Slices of meat were laid out on her counter like one would find papers on an office desk. Spices littered the shelves, some open, some shut. Sam motioned with his gun that he was going to check upstairs and you nodded, following Dean into the next room. In the corner of your eyes you swore a shadow moved.

“Dean” you whispered, clutching his jacket in your fist. He followed your eyes in time to see a woman appear in the room. Her long black hair cascaded over her hips with a surprisingly beautiful grace.

“So you found me” she folded one arm over her chest and with the other she reached up and placed a finger under her chin. “Guns won’t kill me you know.”

“Sadly” you muttered and she stepped closer to you. You moved closer to Dean’s side and she flashed a smile. Dean opened his fist to reveal a crinkled paper with the spell written on it.

“This will be my last fun, I see” she calmly walked over to a small bowl of blue powder and Dean looked at you with wide eyes, still trying to say the spell. She grabbed a fistful and blew it at both you and Dean, and with a crash the bowl dropped from the air as the witch disappeared.

“Dean!” Sam shouted as he ran down the stairs, “What the hell?” he looked at your blue face and shirt.

“Just don’t touch it” you warned and shook as much as you could onto the floor. “I need a shower.”

Dean shook it out from his hair and tucked his gun back into his jeans before swinging Baby’s keys around his finger, and walking through the front door.

By the time you arrived back at the bunker the sun was setting. A beautiful orange cascaded over the grey roads. The sun only barely peaked out from the trees, seemingly filtering itself directly into your eyes. With a hand on your forehead to shield the light, you grabbed your duffel and swung the door open.

“I’m exhausted” you announced. Looking up you found Dean stripping his clothing onto the floor.

“We aren’t that close, Dean” you remarked.

Dean began unbuttoning his jeans, “I’m not bringing this blue shit into my room” he said, “Whatever the hell that witch did is not going up those stairs” he motioned to the hallway steps and you nodded, peeling off your jacket. In seconds both you and Dean stood in nothing but the bare minimums.

It wasn’t easy to ignore the look Dean shot up your body, but you were doing the same to him.

“Alright,” you cleared your throat, “I’m gonna go shower and head to bed”

Dean nodded and kicked his jeans into the pile of clothes.

—-

“Do you want to run today?” Sam knocked hard on your door. You sighed and tossed a pillow at the door, hearing a thump much harder than you expected. “Alright, sorry” you could picture Sam raising his hands up and rolling his eyes. You raised a hand to your face to rub your eyes - stopping when you felt stubble.

“What the f-” you began as you ran towards your mirror. A very sleepy Dean was reflected back. “No! No! No, no, no, no, no!” you shouted and skidded out of your room.

“DEAN!” you shouted, your voice still low and heavy from sleep. When he didn’t answer you swung the door open and saw yourself, sleeping in his bed. As you walked you realized the sweatpants you wore to bed were tearing at the seams over Dean’s wider legs.

“Dean” you shook your own shoulder harder than you wanted to. Dean was stronger than you thought.

“What?” you watched your own eyes shoot open and grow wide in horror. Dean reached for his gun under the pillow and pointed it at you immediately. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, waiting for Dean to look down and find your hands clasped around the gun instead of his.

“Dean” you repeated and raised a brow, “Look at yourself” he turned to look at the mirror that hung on the far wall. The familiar sound of the safety click allowed you to relax your shoulders.

“The witch?” he looked up at you and you nodded. Watching yourself get up in Dean’s t-shirt and boxers nearly made you choke.

“Here” he tossed you some clothing and you nodded, heading back to your own room. “Wait” your own voice called and you spun around in the hallway.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Can we tell anyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean will people knowing make it permanent or something?” he asked and you shrugged.

“So we won’t. Start acting like me” you smiled wide as he narrowed his eyes at you.

—-

It was strange. That was the only word you thought of to describe what it was like to look down and see Dean’s hands and feet. You ran both hands through his hair, mussing it up. It was then you realized how much you liked Dean’s hair messy. You swallowed hard and walked towards the kitchen.

Sam was pouring himself a glass of water and your eyes landed on your own figure seated on the island stool. Dean obviously had no idea what a hairbrush was. You took a seat next to him and when Sam turned around swept your hair behind your back. Dean turned around immediately, and for the first time you saw just how Y/E/C your eyes were.

“Use a hairbrush” you whispered and Dean rolled his eyes. You began to cross your legs and immediately uncross them, instead opening them wider. Dean looked over and did the opposite, obviously uncomfortable.

“We still got yesterday’s pie?” Dean stood up and Sam shot him a confused glance.

“Since when do you like pie, Y/N?” he asked and Dean thought quickly before saying, “I figured Dean would want it for breakfast.”

Sam nodded and continued making his eggs. You smirked and grabbed the pie from him, happily eating it while he stared back, enraged.

“Pass me the whipped cream” you asked, still not used to the low voice Dean had. Sam tossed the can to you and you squeezed it all into your mouth.

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee” Dean announced.

“You can just make some here” Sam motioned towards the coffee maker.

“Nah, I need to walk anyways” he said and you watched him reach for his own jacket.

“That’s mine” you said quickly and he cleared his throat before reaching for yours.

“Sorry, I’m just tired” he twirled a strand of your hair and you sighed, dropping your head into your hands. Sam looked between the two of you and furrowed his brows. Once Dean left you sat in silence with Sam, swapping newspaper articles.

“You told her?” Sam broke the silence.

“Huh?” you asked, trying to shift in your seat like Dean would.

“That’s why you’re acting weird with her isn’t it? You can tell me you know, it doesn’t change anything.”

“Sam, what are you talking about?” you placed the paper down flat on the counter. Sam smiled and rolled his eyes, propping his paper back up.

The bunker door shut with a loud band and both you and Sam turned your heads to look up the metal staircase.

“Something up?” you asked once Dean angrily slammed a shopping bag onto the table.

“All I wanted was coffee and some pancakes” he huffed, and you nearly laughed from seeing yourself so angry. Dean blew a strand of hair away from your own lips.

“So what’s got your panties in a knot?” you bit back a smile as you said it, waiting for Dean to turn your face into a bitch-face.

“Three guys tried to give me their numbers and when I refused the third guy he just followed me around the store! What a fucking creep!” you noticed that Dean lowered your own voice as he spoke. “I need a drink” he mumbled and sulked down into a chair.

“Let’s go tonight” you suggested, leaning back in the chair. Sam shrugged and nodded.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Being Dean, you just watched a few movies and cleaned some guns. Meanwhile you usually trained during the day with Sam, so Dean was doing all the work for you.

“Screw you” he said as he walked into his own room where you were seated, watching TV.

“What?” you laughed and looked at him. He sweat through your favorite t-shirt and had hair plastered to his neck.

“Here” you took him to your room and passed him a hairband. After a few failed attempts you told him to bend his head so you could gather your own hair. It was odd looking at yourself from different angles, finding out you had more scars on your back than you originally thought. You ran a thumb over a small one on your neck and saw goosebumps rise. Were you always that sensitive to touch?

Dean cleared his throat and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Ok, now you have to change. You can’t wear pyjamas to the bar” you said and began to open your closet.

“It’s good, I got it” he said and you shrugged, going to his room to change.

It was easy dressing up. He had about ten pairs of the same jeans and a couple shirts. You topped that with his leather jacket, inhaling the intoxicating smell of leather and wood; his musk still lingering.

With a smile you grabbed the Impala’s keys from his nightstand and waited by the car for both brothers.

The night air wrapped around you with a sense of comfort. You weren’t as cold in Dean’s body as you were in your own. Finally Sam emerged from the front door and slid into the passenger seat. Dean came out moments later dressed in your black tank top and jeans, your usual bar attire.

“How’d you know what I wear to the bar?” you asked with one hand on the hood of the car.

“I notice more than you think” he said and went into the car. You blushed and wondered if Dean’s cheeks turned pink or not.

—-

The smell of liquor hit your nose hard, but Dean’s body reacted well to it - he wanted to drink. Instinctively he stepped in front of you and took his usual seat at the bar, earning an odd look from Sam. You asked the bartender for two whiskeys, which you took down easily with Dean.

“Damn, that burns” he chuckled and slid the glass further down for a refill.

“Not for me” you smiled and took down another one. “This is gonna be fun” you said. A guy moved up closer to Dean and began speaking.

“Hey little lady” he spoke, and you could tell he was no good. Dean turned around and tried to ignore him but the man spun him back around by the arm.

“Hey!” Dean shouted in your voice, which wasn’t as threatening as he hoped.

“No need to be like that” the man smiled, “I’m just tr-”

“Hey, she’s obviously not interested” you stood up and placed a hand over Dean’s shoulder. He reached up and placed his own hand on yours and the guy began to back away.

“Do you deal with guys like this all the time?” he asked, taking down another shot. You nodded and sat back down. You looked over at Dean, still not used to finding yourself in his place. He clenched his jaw, which has hardly visible unless you knew every inch of your face - which you did.

“What would-” you began after your fifth? shot, “it feel like to make out with a girl?” you looked at a girl a couple seats down.

“No way” Dean said and took the glass from your hands. “We’re going home” he grabbed your wrist and made a futile attempt at pulling you.

“Alright, alright. Get Sam” you said and pressed the car keys into his hands.

Once you were outside you leaned against the car, “What about making out with myself?” your eyes lit up.

“You’re definitely buzzed” Dean said and opened the back seat door for you.

“So you’ve never wondered? Not once?” you grabbed his shoulder.

“No” he laughed and walked around the other side of the car. The ride back home was calming. Every bump in the road was familiar. The streetlights casted a familiar glow that seeped into the car. You opened the window and relished the feeling of the wind hitting your face without hair flying all over the place.

“I’ll go get some sleep” Sam yawned and stretched as he entered the bunker.

“Good idea” you said, sobering up from the car ride. Dean wrapped his arms around himself and you watched him shiver.

“You get cold easily” Dean said and you shrugged off his jacket.

“Well this is yours anyway” you said and he put it on.

“It feels heavier on you” he said and followed you into the bunker.

“Dean?” you asked, midway to his bedroom.

“Yeah?”

“When will we switch back?”

“I don’t know. But I am liking these for now” he said and his hands immediately flew to your boobs.

“Dean!” you shouted, but he just laughed.

“Fine, I guess I’ll take a look at-” you began to unzip his jeans.

“Like what you see?” he asked and you pretended to gag.

“I can’t believe I just heard my voice say that” you scrunched Dean’s nose in a way he never would. Before you had a chance to open Dean’s door he began to speak again.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“What?” you asked and walked towards him.

“It would be weird to make out with yourself wouldn’t it? But I do want to know what it feels like to do it as a girl. I heard it feels so much better” he said and suddenly you wanted to throw up.

“Go have a one-night stand. Just don’t give them my real name” you said and he smiled wide before frowning.

“What? Not into those anymore?” you crossed your arms with a smug smile.

“Not lately” he said and disappeared into your room, shutting the door behind him. What the hell did that mean?

—-

You woke up, but kept your eyes shut. In a semi-conscious state it was bliss. You didn’t want to know whether you were still in Dean’s body or not. It wasn’t until you smelled a familiar lavender diffuser that you knew exactly what body you were in. You shot up immediately, running your hands through your hair and down your waist.

The floor was cold under you feet as you ran to Dean’s room, nearly sliding past it.

“Dean!” you shouted, knocking on his door.

It swung open to reveal a very happy Winchester with a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. His eyes roamed over your body, which was clad in his t-shirt and boxers.

“I’m keeping them” you said and his eyes went wide.

“Well you look damn good in them” he said and a blush came unbidden.

“I am upset though, that those abs aren’t mine anymore” you poked his stomach.

“They could be” he said and you realized just how close you were to him. You looked up at him through your lashes and tilted your head.

“I mean-” he said and pressed his lips to yours. It was a quick kiss, where he teased your lips, leaving you craving more. “I can be yours”

“And you can be mine” you said and reached up, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. He licked his lips and leaned down once more. He knew exactly where to place his hands to give you chills. He trailed his fingers up your waist to your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. And you pulled at his hair, earning a soft moan from him.

“You should thank that witch, Winchester” you said and he laughed against your lips. And this time you felt him through your own skin, each bump and bruise familiar, but aching to be found by you.

Percy Jackson Headcanon #492

After they complete a quest for Apollo, the sun god grants Percy and Annabeth one question each, about anything, answered clearly, with no riddles or room for misunderstanding. 

Immediately, Annabeth asks if her legacy will live on after her. Apollo answers yes, and they both turn to Percy. 

The son of Poseidon’s brow is furrowed. He mutters under his breath. Annabeth has never seen him think so hard about anything.

Finally, after a solid five minutes, Percy sets his jaw, inhales deeply and looks the god directly in the eye:

“October fifteenth, 2006.” He says solemnly “Where did I lose my Pokemon Sapphire cartridge?”

Annabeth’s palm has to be surgically removed from her face.

anonymous asked:

(Tadashi or Hiro) Dumb nerd tries to act cool on his first date, acts too well, date thinks he's no longer interested in her... <3

I doN’T GET A LOT OF OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE FOR A 16 YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL TADASHI SO IM TAKIN’ THIS CHANCE.

Tadashi took a deep breath in and reminded himself over and over to play it cool, because desperation and a want-on attitude wasn’t going to get him very far. He scratched that last part as he thought of it. I just don’t want to seem like I’m pushing her into a relationship with me. Just act non-nonchalant, and cool, I mean, girls like that right?Tadashi thought to himself, waiting patiently for you to grab your purse and remind your mother what time you were going to be back. 

The 16 year old lifted his hat up and brushed back his hair, a nervous habit he’s had for years as he caught hold of your eyes, looking away quickly as he didn’t want you to see him blush. “Ready?” He asked, his voice slightly high pitched. He cleared his throat and shut his dark brown eyes for a moment before repeating in a deeper, more chest ridden voice, “Ready to go, (Name)?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together at his sudden change in demeanor, but you just brushed it off your shoulder and gave him a small smile, “So, where are w-we going?” You stuttered, despite your strong attempt not to. Eyes scaling his boy from top to bottom, you noticed how he’d put a cardigan on under his green jacket and how his hands were resting in the pockets of said jacket. He rocked back on his feet, gazing at them intently and shrugging.

“There’s this really good ice cream place downtown,” You nodded, grasping your jacket. You noticed him flinch, as if he wanted to help you into it before stopping himself. Swallowing, you felt your heart sink a bit as the cotton slid over your shoulders to provide you with warmth for the chilly evening that was a head of you. “I thought we’d walk there and we’d get some and just y’know, talk.” He whispered, to shy to reach up and really grab your eyes. I’m surprised I even looked into her eyes when asking her out on this date, but I’m more surprised she even said yes… Tadashi uttered inside of his mind and turned towards the door.

“Just talk?” You asked and walked out, Tadashi following you a few paces behind. You heard him hum a small ‘yes’. “I know talking is a big part of going on a date, but don’t you wanna do something else…? I mean, we could take a ferry out on the bay and watch the sunset? That’d be fun.” You suggested and tilted your head.

His broad shoulders slid back as he walked beside you, his pace slow and unnerving as he lifted his hand and put it back on his head again. He didn’t dare look at you yet as he shrugged and whispered,  “I guess, if that’s what you want to do.”

You stopped at the tone of his voice, “What’s your issue?” You asked and watched his pace come to a complete stop. He looked back at you and raised his eyebrows, “Why’re you acting so… disinterested? Wait, that’s not the word. You’re acting like an asshole.”

Tadashi blinked.

“I agreed to go on a date with Tadashi Hamada because I really like how cute, funny and sweet he is. He’s not like any other guy I met, but maybe I’ve been mistaken.” You turned on your heel.

“Wait, (Name)!” He said quickly, his voice once again shrilling at the end, “I’m sorry…” Your eyes looked at him and you could physically see the sullen emotion running through them, “I didn’t… I don’t… Wanna mess anything up between us and I thought acting like that would…”

You sighed, “Tadashi.” 

He gazed up and looked at you for the first time, soaking in your beautiful features in the now setting sun. He felt heat hit his cheeks, along with the tips of his ears as he murmured, a bit more self-conscious now that you were looking directly back at him, “I really want us to go far… This relationship, I want it to go as far as…” He found himself stumped as he stuttered over his words, “I-I want us… To be a thing and I guess the fear of you not wa-wanting the same got to my head so I tried to act c-cool…”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what…?” Tadashi looked at you with puppy dog eyes, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

“Don’t try to act cool.” You walked towards him, placing a hand on his forearm. He felt his entire soul light up at the simple touch as you whispered reassuringly to him, “Just act like yourself and I’m sure we’ll go far with that.” 

Pool Party 🌴

Request: Imagine where y/n, Omaha squad, and Cameron Nash Matt and Hayes go swimming and Jack G brings Madison along and she makes y/n feel self conscious before she gets ready to get in the pool so the guys cheer her up (doesn’t have to be all of them) and soon Jack G realizes what’s going on and he goes in the house to “get food” right after y/n decide to get in the pool and tell her that her body is more attractive to him than Madison’s (but he doesn’t cheat) and then they have a great rest of the day 

 An:Sorry this is so long and took so long to be written! Hope you enjoy it😋 Also for this imagines sake, let’s just pretend Jack and Jack have a pool at their house cause idk if they really do.

Crammed into the über with broken air conditioning was how some of the afternoon was spent. Hayes, even though being the youngest called shotgun first, sat in front while Nash, Cameron, Matt, and I sat in the back. Our arms pressed together in a heated mess of movement as everyone at least tried to be comfortable, I mean I had a window so it really didn’t matter to me. But we were on our way to a get together Jack and Jack invited us all to. Of course it was a pool party kinda get together considering we were in blazing California and I was already getting anxious about getting almost naked in front of my best friends. Not to mention Sammy, Nate, and John would be there. I just didn’t want things to be awkward if they saw me barely covered, plus I already didn’t have the body of someone who works out daily.

“My gosh, finally!” Nash exclaimed loudly as he leaned forward in the car. The Jacks house came into view before the driver pulled up and parked. I stared at the house that I’d grown so used to dreading that I even agreed to swim.

“Y/N you getting out anytime soon?” I looked over to Matt with one leg out the car gazing at me curiously, noticing all the boys were out of the car already.

“Uhh- yeah I’m coming.” I weakly smiled; grabbing the door handle and unsticking my legs from the hot seat. My feet hit the pavement after I grasped the beach bag sat in my heated lap; I shut the car door before the car drove off down the street.

“Man I can’t wait to get in the water, I’m dying out here.” Matt voiced, walking up next to me.

“Yeah me ether.” I grinned lying right though my teeth, peering at his messy hair. We continued walking together till we reached the wide open front door.

“Lady’s first.” Matt beam as I stepped in hearing commotion towards the backyard. “I think everyone’s already in the back.” Matt and I walked for the backdoor where we were greeted with all the swimsuit clad boys. Swazz and Johnson appeared to already be dampened with pool water, water droplets glistening off their body’s in the sunlight.

“Aye Matt, Y/N, there you guys are!” Sammy hollered approaching us. He and Matt did that weird dude handshake, before Sam winded his arms around my waist causing my bag to fall beneath me.

“Hey Sammy!” I greeted hugging him back, he let go slowly picking up my bag for me in the process. “Thanks.” I responded before wondering off and saying my hellos to everyone else, although Gilinsky wasn’t around, but I figured he was probably still inside. After hugging Nate I walked over to one of the unoccupied lawn chairs, setting my stuff down on it’s roasting plastic. I slipped off my flip flops taking the bottom of my shirt dress in my fingertips.

“Hey guys I’m back!” I snapped my head toward the entrance to see Gilinsky.

But not alone.

“Hey guys!” Madison cheerily spoke. I forced my jaw to keep tight as she was already sporting her swimming top and high waisted shorts. I forced a smile; waving to them, before releasing my dress, letting it fall against my thighs.  That sure didn’t make me feel any better. I flopped down on the lawn chair feeling more way more self-conscious than I needed to be.

“You’re gunna pay for that!” I slowly turned around to see Cameron laughing as a slightly mad Nash came resurfacing; everyone was now clearly in their bathing suits. I twisted back around hearing more splashes of joy. I mean of course my body wasn’t so bad but I mean it wasn’t toned or fit ether. I really tried being okay with myself most of the time; it’s just these times of hating myself completely came in dire needs. I huffed before setting my palms on my face and running them down. I execrated comparing me to others but damn did she make me feel incompetent and she didn’t even know she was doing it. Why did I even agree to come to this thing?

“Hey Y/N you coming in?”  I jumped; exiting my thoughts before turning my head, the sun gleaming in my eyes causing me to hold my hand to my forehead. Nate was standing directly behind me, water dripping from his tousled wet hair.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really hot or anything…” I lied turning back around, removing my hand.

“Come on Y/N, its 90 degrees out here!” Nate took the opportunity to take up the rest of the space on the chair, close enough for the water to seep through my clothes. “What’s up” he asked. I sighed,

“Really its nothing.” I shook my head hoping he drop it and I could just go wait around inside until everybody was done swimming. Nate clutched my hand making my cheeks feel hotter than they already were.

“You’re a bad liar you know that?” H chuckled rubbing his thumb on mine. “Now come on,” He bumped his shoulder into mine, “What’s up?” I sighed, I knew I was gunna regret confiding in him. I loved him dearly yes (As a friend) but still, I hated dropping my thoughts on anybody. I really didn’t even think I had ever. “You can trust me.” The expressions on my face must’ve told it all.

“It’s just-” I started, slumping my shoulders, “I just hate the way I look…”I trailed off whispering, almost wishing he didn’t hear me.

“What?!” He sounded. I turned my head peeking at him, “You’re kidding right?” I was quick to shake my head no as I looked straight again. “Y/N you got one of the most kickin bodies around! You shouldn’t have anything to be ashamed of!” He let go of my hand; wrapping an arm around my shoulder, rubbing a palm up and down my bicep. My cheeks became a pale pink at his complement.

“Thanks Nate but-”

“No buts!” He cut me off. “Listen, there are plenty of girls out there that you’re not going to look like but that doesn’t mean you’ll never not be any less attractive ‘cause you don’t look like them. You’re you and that’s what makes you attractive.” I grinned lightly, staring at him before I buried my head in his neck while I twisted my arms around his neck.

“Thanks Nate.” I guess I never really thought of it that way, “You always know what to say.” I pulled away a little to gaze at him.

“I know I do.” He stated, beaming. We let go of each other before getting up off the chair. “And if I’m not gunna lie, me and Sam admire your body very much.” He chuckled causing me to hit his arm softly.

“Ew Nate don’t tell me that stuff!” I giggled pushing him away. He just laughed louder, walking backwards.

“So you coming or what?” He challenged me,

“Duh!” I replied just as I reached for the bottom for my dress again. I lifted the clothing over my head; tossing it back to the chair over my bag, fixing the straps on my top.

“Damn, lookin’ good Y/N!” Swazz shouted before I looked up at him sending a wink my way. I grinned, looking down just when Nate decided to hoisted me up in his arms and jogged to the pool.

“Nate please don’t!” I yelled; holding on to him tighter.

“Too late.” He spoke before jumping in the pool, submerging both of us in the cool water. His grip loosened underwater as I held my eyes close and swam upward leaving his embrace. I resurfaced; pushing my hair back, and rubbing the water from my eyes. Nate came up not long after, shaking his head as if he was a dog.

“I hate you.” I spoke playfully glaring at him.

“No you don’t.” He stated smiling wide, swimming around me.

~~~

We all kept swimming, eventually passing around a foam football after a silly game of Marco-Polo. Not to mention Gilinsky kept sending curious look my way before briskly turning away causing me to just shrug it off. The football splashed in front of me before I grasped it, tossing it to Cameron,

“I’ll be right back guys.” I spoke, swimming towards the edge of the pool and grasping the edge to drag myself out of the water, suddenly feeling heavier from the change of environment. I tilted my head; squeezing my hair to get most of the water out. Gilinsky and Madison sat near the edge with their feet in the water of the pool before I gazed at Jack to see him already turned around meeting my stare.

“Uhm do you have any water? Like bottles?” I asked stupidly, attempting to avoid an awkward encounter.

“Uh yeah,” He raised himself up, shaking his legs of the water. The sun dried started to dry the falling droplets on my back. “I’ll come with and get some food.” He announced to everybody, more so Madison causing her to nod and lookback at the pool. Gilinsky jogged over to me before we started towards the back door. As we reached the door; he signaled for me to go first, while I did, and gripped my forearm with my hand. I opened my mouth to speak before quickly closing it to Jacks voice. “They’re in the kitchen.” He stated almost reading my mind while he walked behind me. In silence I walked down the hall a little ways, taking the first open right into the kitchen.

“In the fridge?” I questioned turning around to finally look at him,

“Yeah.” He called from the entry way of the pantry before coming out with bags of chips in his palms. I twisted to the fridge, opening it up to quickly finding the water in front of everything else. Grasping the bottle; I shut the door to find Gilinsky immensely close to me. “Nate told me what you guys were talking about.” He whispered, trying to gage my reaction. My eyes became wide before I bowed my head in embarrassment.

“I was hoping he wouldn’t tell anybody…”

“Why would you think that way about yourself?” He lifted my head up by my chin, making me look at him.

“I don’t know… I just do sometimes,” I mumbled not wanting to talk about my body issues with myself or anyone else anymore. “Please don’t pity me or anything, I’m done talking about.” I replied annoyed before leaning my head back away from his hand. He chuckled slightly before reaching into the fridge to fill his hands with water bottle and dips. “What so funny?” I asked, rolling my eyes. He glanced at me smirking before grabbing the chips and making his way back unhurriedly to the entry way.

“That you’re self-conscious when you have the hottest body here.” He winked before carrying the chips and dips out; leaving me with the evident blush that has never seemed to leave since I got here.

The Night After

I’ve been away for a while, due to lack of computer an before I get back into finishing my multi chapter fic ‘Rae and Archie’s no kiss list’ I wanted to write this New Year’s Eve one shot.

A/U: set in 2003. And it’s set New Year’s Day but it goes back and forth between the night and morning (as Rae has flash backs). Hopefully you like it and it’s not to much of a complicated setting.

Warnings: Slightly sexual (wink wink) and naughty language.

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July 14, 2014

     Today, I attended the launch of a SpaceX Falcon 9 v1.1 rocket, launched from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station in Florida. This launch carried six Orbcomm Generation 2 communication satellites into orbit. So far, in Project Habu, I’ve only covered aircraft and spacecraft which are firmly attached to the ground in museum static displays. This is the first article that I’ve shared which actually displays an object in flight. I thought this was appropriate, because SpaceX rockets are truly paving the way for modern spaceflight systems and are certainly not destined for museum duty any time soon. 

     This marked the 10th launch of the Falcon 9 system, but the first launch for me. Before this, I’d never seen a launch. Things hadn’t timed out quite right until now. But finally, here I was. The event was spectacular. Perfect.

     I arrived at the Kennedy Space Center facility early in the morning, and traveled to the Banana Creek Viewing Site, positioned 6.3 miles away from SpaceX’s Launch Complex 40. After a brief delay, the countdown progressed, and our rocket took flight. I was caught up in the emotions of the moment, but I remember every thought that came during the launch sequence.

     First, I remember seeing the steam cloud generated by the water deluge system erupting away from the pad as the rockets ignited. Then, a bright plume appeared under the rocket as it crept away from the pad. The rocket seemed to move slowly at first; almost too slowly. I wanted to urge it forward.

     Eventually, she rose above the launch tower, and the full exhaust plume was visible, which doubled the length of the rocket. Still, while witnessing all this drama, there was no sound. The rocket rose, and followed a precise path, as if riding invisible rails, quickly accelerating.

     As the rocket rose further, she disappeared behind a large cloud. I took the opportunity to double-check camera settings, and expose for this different angle, pointed nearly directly toward the sun. As the rocket emerged from behind the cloud, we saw that she had finally started producing a beautiful contrail. Then, 30 seconds after liftoff, the sound finally hit us. The deep, thunderous growl shook my body, and suddenly this all became real. I was watching a rocket launch. This brought a tear to my eye, but there was no time to waste. I had to keep shooting photos.

     While the contrail was crossing in front of the sun, I looked down at the launch complex, which was shrouded in the quickly dispersing steam cloud produced during the early moments of liftoff. Eventually, I saw the contrail pass through the sun, and continue on. The contrail was much smaller at this point, which gave a wonderful perspective of how far away the rocket was now.

     The sound remained long after the launch vehicle was out of sight. I just stood and gazed toward the water, listening to that growl fade into the sky, taking it all in. So much, in such little time. This is what it was like to live a dream, to finally see a launch, like I’d wanted since before I remember.