this is a old photo of me as well

marcus-the-innovator replied to your photo “New Horizon Star Girl  💖”

I’m suprised your not getting all wet over the Soraka star guardian skin -_-

 I guess you could say that Ahri charmed me ahah *dies*

 I can tell why you’re making such assumptions, though. Some people know that this blog used to be a Jinx blog and they also know I was a Jinxraka person (Before I started shipping with Ekko, and now I’m still kinda back to Soraka). I But I want to tell y’all a little story how I started shipping Soraka and Jinx. (old art alert)

 It wasn’t a “Two favourite champs together” kinda thing. Not even “A lot of potential” thing. It’s more of a “Botlane brought us together” thing. You could say, I was a fan of Jinx even before starting playing a game, but later I discovered the game itself with my friend, and we were total noobs at it, but of course we wanted to be in one lane, so we went bot lane together. Later we figured out that it’s meta to play “ADC + Supp” combo. So I became “ADC” and started playing nearly exclusively Jinx. But my friend didn’t have any “fave” support, so to begin with, she bought the cheap and pretty straightforward one (Soraka), and after playing for a while as her she liked that champ. We played like that for god knows how long. 

 So I was kinda used to the image of Jinx and Soraka together. When I started the ask blog, a very nice Soraka interacted with me (we’re still in contact with each other) and we RPd a lot of pretty nice (platonic) things. Then I started considering the potential depth of these two together as a ship. Not to mention my Supp became a Soraka main, and really loved the idea, encouraging me to “do more”. (later there was another Soraka blog, but we mostly had OOC mun-to-mun fun and we barely talk now)

 So in the end of the day, I was always more on the Jinx end of the two, and Soraka was a fave of a few other great people I have near me. As a character - I though she’s nice, palyed her when I went Support sometimes, but not more. I was prompted to draw SG Soraka and Jinx too, but unfortunately I’m not in the big mood for them now, because certain other characters are in the way 

And currently as a player I’m a Mid enthusiast, and ohhhh that Ahri looks absolutely stunning

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30.7.17 // Weekend Bullet Journal Spreads!

These are some old spreads from July, as I have started to experiment with different layouts/decor in my spreads! Not sure if I like the looks of photos, text + doodles, it looks overcrowded to me! Oh well, we’ll see what I end up doing with August, because I have no idea! 😂😂😂

✨ Taken from my instagram

anonymous asked:

Where are all the photos of Mads wearing his actual prescription glasses on his actual face?????? urghghghhhhhh I've seen them on top of his head and hanging from his shirt collar just teasing me! WHAT GIVES? Where are the photos hiding??? (prop glasses for characters he's played don't count and neither do sunglasses) I will combust with photographic proof. -_-

hahaha well there’s this old pic from Shanghai:

and that’s literally all I can dig up, as you say he really likes using his glasses as a headband instead, who knows why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

If you haven't done this already, could you possibly to an entire fic thing purely made out of fluff? No smut, nothing sexual, just cute, tooth-rotting fluff? Thank you! I appreciate what you do!

Thanks for asking! I love some pure, wholesome fluff! I already have a fluff list, which is mostly non-smut, but some of the fics in there are NSFW. Here is some non-explicit fluff! Enjoy!

Originally posted by cat-bomb-art


Tooth-Rotting Fluff


Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k
Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…

Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 4.3k
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. SO cute omg!

Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k
Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY!

stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k
its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE

hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words
After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!

In This Bed by elliemoran, Gen, 1.1k
Victor is faced with a dilemma. What exactly do you do when the person you keep asking to share your bed falls asleep in it? I literally got a cavity after reading this, it’s so sweet!

in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k
“Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC

Under the Weather by ProcrastinatingPalindrome, Gen, 1.3k
Victor spends his 28th birthday in bed with the flu while Yuuri fusses over him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem too upset about this. Pure fluff!

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe, Gen, 1.4k
“I love nights like tonight,” Viktor commented as he allowed a momentary pause in his gait. He lifted his chin to the sky, gloved fingers still securely fastened over Yuuri’s hand. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING  THIS IS SO PERFECT SOMEONE SEND ME TISSUES OMG

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!

with or without by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage), Gen, 2.1k
“Quit snapchatting me.” Yuuri mumbles.
“I’m instagramming.” Viktor says brightly. “It’s totally different.” SO much flirting, I’m screaming!

Heartbeat by emilyenrose, Gen, 3.1k
Victor starts sleeping in Yuri’s bed well before the Cup of China. Literally can’t make a fic rec list without putting in 183472749 cuddling fics… I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

we’re like two halves of one heart by grandeur, Gen, 2.9k
The man smiles at this, looking both unfairly beautiful and amused. “Very cute.”
“She is,” Yuuri agrees.
“I wasn’t talking about the dog.” I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN

Deck the Halls with Love and Folly by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 4k
Basically, the first time Viktor Nikiforov sees Katsuki Yuuri, he skates into a Christmas tree. A Christmas AND Valentine’s Day fluffy fic?? SO good!

Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.

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I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.

MASTERLIST

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

Suzy Parker modeling a hat by Christian Dior, Paris, 1953, photo by Louise Dahl-Wolfe

Besides modeling, Parker was also an actress, appearing in Funny Face (1956), Kiss Them for Me (1957) with Cary Grant, and Ten North Frederick (1958) with Gary Cooper, as well as other films and television episodes

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Apparently it’s the 4th birthday of this blog. At least when we count the day on which I posted the first photo here.
So… yeah… four years (and almost 2000 posts - some of them are photos) later still posting. Sometimes photos ;) I had a “tradition” of posting a re-edit of the first photo I posted here in the last years. I will break with this tradition today. 
This photo is still an old shot. But as well a re-edit. And it is probably my favourite photo that I ever made.
So… yeah… Thank you all for accompanying me through these last four years. I am thrilled each and every day again to be allowed to be part of this all.
I am grateful for every flying heart, for every reblog, for every comment, for every sign of appreciation. I learned so much, and the more I learned the more I realized how much I still HAVE to learn. Which is exciting to say the least.
Thank you for all the support, the inspiration, for all your amazing photos that I am fortunate enough seeing every day. For the little chats. For the fun. And for … well … you all :)

Cheers, big ears,

Pete!

Interesting Dreams - AbbyCatsUK

The other night I had one of those amazing vivid dreams, one of those in which you’re super happy and you don’t want to wake up.

It was so fantastic I could remember most of it even after waking up and it’s still with me days later. So what was this amazing dream you ask…

Well I had got for myself a carpet washer and was enjoying myself going around cleaning up old stains. I’m sure it has some meaning to it, probably I am super boring… or easy to please, probably both.

Yeah, I like the juxtaposition between this photo and my little dream chat. It’s for the same reason I post a somewhat racy photo when I talk about my mental health.

It tickles me 😁

note: since these all relate to the same thing… I’m answering them in one message

Dear (cowardly) Anons (they look to be two different people),

This will be the only time I will approach this subject matter and the idiotic, negative and derogatory comments and messages I have been getting concerning this. I’ve tried to ignore them, but I can no longer do this because I feel it is getting out of hand. 

First Off - In my posts I have tagged Ray Galletti twice, maybe three times because they ALL had something to with WayHaught. If he’s wearing that WayHaught snap back and says something supportive? If Ray is in a photo that has anything to do with WayHaught. You bet your ass I’m going to tag him in it and you bet your ass you’ll see them pass by unless you block me. 

Secondly - Katherine Barrell is a 27 year old grown woman who can damn well decide for herself whether or not she wants to date a man who is kind to her, who respects her, who thinks the world of her, and is someone who calls her his Queen [x]. He calls himself a lucky man, he calls her beautiful. 

Kat is HAPPY with Ray. You can see it in every picture they’re in together or the love comes through in pictures that she has taken of him. You can tell that he’s a great dude (one of few) and he is loved by the rest of the cast. 

And you know what… that’s ALL that should really matter to any of us. The fact that Kat is HAPPY with him.

Ray has been nothing but kind, respectful and supportive towards us Earpers and WayHaught fans and we should give him the same kindness, respect and support back.

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I’m going to be a little self-indulgent and post these photos because holy heck, I am super happy with how my Grimsley cosplay came out. ;w; I couldn’t stop playing with Atomi’s Mimikyu, either lol

Funny enough, I didn’t rest very well the night before, so I was super tired that day and nearly passed out from exhaustion. Talk about being in-character!

@memegoma - Guzma
@atomi-cat - Skull Grunt

Every king has a secret - Sherlock x reader/Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by damnmuse

AN: It’s good to be back

Summary: Moriarty had the reader pose as Sherlock’s girlfriend, only for Moriarty to reveal the truth. (I know Irene was sort of used in the way to hurt Sherlock but lets just pretend she doesn't exist for the purpose of this imagine)

Word count: 1,691

Warnings: None

“Sherlock, you can’t just run off like this!” You slammed your hand across the door way to stop Sherlock from darting out of the flat.

“Honestly (Y/n), is now any time for a domestic?” Sherlock asked, tugging his coat on.

“William Sherlock Holmes, you don’t even know who this man is and what he can do to you.” You had to put your foot down. Sherlock was such a child sometimes. He was always so reckless and didn’t care for risks.

“And you do?” Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at you. You dropped your arm with a sigh and folded them across your chest. He had no idea.

“Please just be careful.” You pleaded. Sherlock winked at you before darting from the flat and on his way to the pool where he would meet Jim Moriarty for the first time.

You had only known Sherlock for a little over a month, you had met on a case and Sherlock took a liking to you straight away for some odd reason as both Lestrade and John were shocked.

You had kind of stuck by Sherlock and John’s side ever since.

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Asplenium trichomanes, Aspleniaceae

This small fern you can see photographed growing on a variety of surfaces around Scotland, the maidenhair spleenwort, is fairly common in temperate and tropical areas of the world, but nonetheless probably my favourite one among the ferns I usually see growing around. I think the first few plants we learn to recognise and use as kids will always have a special place in our heart: when growing up while experimenting with plants in my grandparents’ garden I often played with this species when building terrariums and sometimes I would landscape bonsai pots with very small plantlets, to imitate the look of much larger ferns like bracken (Pteridium). 

It is quite variable and several genetically different subspecies exist, which aren’t easy to tell apart by eye, but one empiric way is to observe where the fern is growing. Some prefer the alkaline conditions of lime mortar used in brick and stone walls, others grow on more acidic rocks, like the limestone commonly used here in central Scotland. It can also tolerate a variety of conditions and that’s why I tried to observe it in as many different situations as possible: in the photos above you can see it growing on very dry, sunny walls in coastal areas as well as on natural rocks in more shaded and humid locations up the hills, and all the in-betweens. If you want to try and collect some to establish it on a wall or rocky area of your garden, I can say experience taught me it doesn’t respond particularly well to being moved. Growing in tight crevices, it is very hard to uproot it without damage, unless the mortar is pretty old and loose or you can move the stones of a drywall. You might have better luck collecting fronds where the spore-releasing sori are visible and stuffing them between rocks and bricks, which you can then keep moist if very dry. With time the spores will do their part and you will end up with a highly decorative colony which needs no attention to keep thriving. It can look even better if grown together with the related, but larger and very different, hart’s-tongue fern (Asplenium scolopendrium), for contrast.    

You're my home/Part 4

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Warnings: Reader is a young single mom and a lot of Fluff!!!

Notes: So finally here i am with Part 4, first i want to say Im sorry!!!! My life is a mess in the moment… and i have zero inspiration right now, so so sorry. Second, thank you for all the people who are supporting this story, it means a lot <3 And guys, i just can’t write smut, so SORRY! Anyway, i hope you like it!

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It has been a week since you last saw Jensen. He and all the cast had to travel to another convention in another city and for your surprise… Woah he didn’t text you. Can you notice the sarcasm? You really weren’t expecting anything, for god’s sake, he was an actor. But a small part of you was a little disappointed.

Of course, it didn’t stop you from when you finally processed the events, started screaming and fangirling. You hooked up with Jensen Ackles after all.

But someone that did text you was Amy, the redhead girl that you met in the convention. You started to text each other, and she told you that she was a photographer and invited you and Lottie to do a photo session. Of course you accepted.

“Smile Lottie!” Amy said with a smile and with the camera in her hands. You tickled your daughter making her laugh and you heard the click. “That’s it! Another smile for me!”

“Ice cream!” Lottie screamed poiting at the ice cream car that passed and you and Amy laughed.

“Okay, I think thats enough for today.” Amy said turning off the camera and you put Lottie on the ground holding her hand.

“Momma I want ice cream.” She said with a pout and you started to walk towards your car.

“I will buy some on the way home babygirl.” You said putting her in the baby seat, and helping Amy to put all the equipament in the car.

“I think the photos were great, I’m so excited to see them.” She said when you started driving.

“Me too!” You said excited as well. “You liked today honey?” You asked looking at your daughter throught the rearview mirror.

“YES!” She screamed. “Carry on son”

“You up to listen to Carry on my wayward son?” You asked to your friend.

“Are you kidding me?” She said excited and put the song on the radio, singing out loud with you and Lottie. For some reason, Lottie loved that song. She loved old rock.

You stopped to get ice cream and of course Lottie got her face dirty with chocolate and you just had to take a picture. Not so long after that, you were all in your house for a… kind of slumber party. Lottie was watching The Little Mermaid and singing along while you and Amy were in the kitchen table seeing in the computer the photos of today.

“I loved this one.” You said poiting at the picture taking a sip of your beer.

“Me too, but this one…” She said passing to the next. “Was definitely my favorite.”

“You’re amazing, I love all the photos.” You said still in ‘awe’ and Amy smiled thanking you. After watching the Little Mermaid, Monster’s Inc and playing with you and Amy, Lottie finally slept. You and Amy started to talk about everything including the convention after you saw the photos she took in the event, and you told her about what happened and she simply freaked out.

“I still can’t believe this.” She said with the beer in her hands. “You’re freakin lucky.”

“Well yeah but…” You started but were interrupted by your phone ‘BIP’, you frowned and got up of the sofa to get your phone. You were more confused when you didn’t recognize the number.

“Who is it?” Amy asked drinking her beer and you struggled.

“No idea.” You said opening your phone reading the text from the unknown number.

‘Hey, apparently you missed a number when you wrote your phone to me and I’ve been talking to a Bob for a week…. Anyway just now I discovered your real number. How are you?’

“What the fuck….” You mumbled confused with the message but your phone lit up again.

‘Oh, by the way, it’s Jensen :)’ 

“Holy crap.” You said widening your eyes and Amy looked at you confused.

“What?” She asked but you didn’t say anything. “(Y/N)?” She said getting up and looking at your phone. Her chin fell and she put her hand in her mouth to hold the scream. You looked at each other but nothing came out of neither one of your mouths.

“Answer it!” Amy cried when she finally could say something and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“I don’t know what to say!” You said and closed your eyes when the words got out of your mouth. You were sounding like a teenage girl. He was a normal guy, like any other guy around.

But… maybe you were so shocked and paralyzed because the other guys around never texted you back. He was not the type you were used to. Unfortunaly, you were used to jerks.

“(Y/N) I don’t think he is lying. Yeah I was not here, but…” Amy said reffering to the situation you told her. The moment when he left and you got a little disappointed because you though he was making up excuses to go away.

“I didn’t consider he was lying.” You said with a small smile “Okay….” You said taking a deep breath looking at your phone.

‘I’m sure that Bob was a really nice guy for you to talk to him for a week… Haha, I’m okay, just saw some photos of the convention. How about you?’ 

“This is perfect, send it.” She said making you two laugh a little. You sent it, and forgot your phone in the kitchen while you and Amy finished the beers, talking and watching Sex in the City. She was an amazing girl, you two were already good friends and you were sure that this friendship would last.

“Okay now I have to go, I have to photograph a couple tomorrow.” Amy said getting up from the sofa. “Tell me everything about Jensen later!” She said when you opened the door for her and you laughed.

“Of course Amy, thank you for the photos today, I had a lot of fun…. You sure I don’t need to pay for anything?” You asked feeling guilty for not paying her for the photos that she took of you and Lottie.

“Yes, I’m sure. It was my pleasure.” She said smiling making you smile too. You said a last goodbye and closed the door, picking up your phone and going to your room.

He was kind of weird… I’m good though. Tomorrow is my last convention, for now. I kind of missed you…’ 

You smiled at Jensen’s text, and after a shower, you laid on your bed already seeing that was going to be a long night talking to him. 


xxXXxxXXxxXXxx


“Jensen, C'mon man, wake up!” Jensen slowly opened his eyes hearing knocks in his hotel door, and he knew it was Jared. He got up and opened the door, seeing his friend already dressed up. “Hey what happened? You’re always up before me.”  Jensen stepped back to let Jared in.

“I was up all night talking to (Y/N)…” Jensen said with a yawn going to the bathroom to wash his face, and when Jared didn’t answer he turned to look at him and found him with a big smirk making Jensen roll his eyes.

“I guess I deserve a ‘thank you’ for finding her real number for you.” Jared said seeing his friend getting some clothes and going back to the bathroom to change it. It was Jared the one who started to dig in your informations in the site you bought the ticket for the convention, okay… This was technically illegal but it was for a good cause…. “You know, I think you can thank me at the weeding, it’s okay, I can wait.”

“She’s a really nice girl and I like her a lot… But why are you guys are putting so much faith in it?” Jensen asked getting out of the bathroom, referring to Jared, Gen, Misha, Felicia, Mark and even Cliff, all of them who were pretty excited about the couple. “I don’t know if it will work… She is so much younger than me”

“This is a problem for you?” Jared asked when they got out of Jensen’s room to have breakfast.

“Hm, for me of course not.” Jensen said entering the elevator. “But for her… I don’t know.” He continued and Jared laughed.

“Stop trying to find excuses to not give into this relationship.” Jared said already knowing the resistance his friend had when he started developing feelings for someone since his last girlfriend. But it was time, actually past the time to forget what happened. “You like her, she likes you, what is the worst than can happen?” Jensen just shook his head considering Jared’s words. “After this convention, go see her.”

“Yeah, maybe I will….” Jensen said hiding from his friend the little smile that he couldn’t contain, thinking about you. But well…. Of course Jared saw it.

Jensen had already thought about it, going to your house. But he truly was a bit insecure about it. Okay, who he was trying to fool? He was really insecure. So many things that could go wrong, maybe you didn’t even wanted to see him. But one thing that he was sure of was that he wanted to see you again. He wanted it a lot. And even thought he was tired because of the conventions, you were worth it.

When they finally finished the last panel, Jensen, Misha and Felicia went to Jared and Gen’s room to play cards and drink beer. Something they loved to do when they had free time.

“Noooo, I can’t believe this!” Felicia cried looking at Misha’s cards, and he started laughing. “Stop winning.”

“Don’t think I can do this darling.” Misha said with a smirk and everybody laughed at Felicia’s face.

“I will get another beer.” Jared said getting up.

“Get one for me.” Jensen said when Gen was distributing the cards for a new round. “Thanks.” He said when Jared handed him the bottle. He was about to see his cards when something popped up in his phone screen. Jensen frowned looking at your name facetiming him. Wow… He hadn’t seen this coming. Nice, though.

“What is it J?” Jared asked not giving it much attention.

“Hm… (Y/N) is facetiming me.” He answered and all of them opened their mouths with smirks. He accepted the call and his face lighted when he saw Lottie’s face close to the camera.

“Hi Jens!” She said excited with her cute voice and his friends awned.

“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen said with a big smile. “How are you?” He asked happy to see her again, but still a little bit confused.

“I’m fine and you?” Lottie said and all the people in the room were paying attention to the conversation.

“I’m great… Where’s is your mommy Lottie?” Jensen asked curious.

“Hm… She’s in kitchen. Is gonna be my birthday!” She said excited, still with her face close to the camera, and he could see she was probably in her room.

“Really? You already getting old?” He asked messing with her, noticing that his friends went back to the cards. He got up, sitting in one of the couches of the hotel room, a little far from the table.

“No” Lottie said giggling holding a little stuffed unicorn in her hands. “You want to come to my party?” She asked seeming a little embarrassed to ask that and Jensen literally felt his heart melting.

“Well, yeah, of course.” He said feeling honored by the invitation, and obviously he couldn’t deny it, “When it will be?” He asked but realized that although she was smart for her age and had apparently facetimed him without (Y/N)’s help, she obviously wouldn’t know when her party would be happening.

“I will pass to….” Lottie started but was interrupted when you entered her room looking confused at her with your phone. “Mommy!”

“Lottie what are you doing with my phone?” He heard you ask and saw your surprised face when you got closer.

“I’m talking to Jensen momma.” Lottie replied innocently. “I’m inviting him to my party.”

“Oh my god Lottie.” You said with your eyes wide. Lottie handed you the phone and went back to her toys. You got out of her room and gave Jensen a yellow smile. “Hey, sorry for that, you must be busy.”

“No problem, we’re in Jared and Gen’s room playing carts.” Jensen answered with a small smile looking at you.

“Oh, tell them I said Hi.” You said. “But… I’m really sorry, I have no idea how she managed to FaceTime you” You continued and you both started laughing. This still was a little surreal for you, talking to Jensen Ackles in a video call. Who would have thought.

“She’s a prodigy.” Jensen said smiling. “But about her birthday…”

“Look, I can talk to her. You’re very busy with the series, she will understand.” You said a little embarrassed because of what Lottie did, but well… Kids.

“Actually we just finished our last convention for now, so yeah…. I have some time until I need to go back to the set.” Jensen said. “I would love to go.”

“Hm…really?” You said not expecting this, he surely had more important things to do. Okay, you two talked a lot last night, but you didn’t expect that he wanted so much to get in your pants that he would go to your daughters birthday. Or maybe he just wanted a friend.

Maybe he was gay.

Okay, after that kiss this option was definitely out of question.

“Yeah, I wanted to go back to your city to see you anyway.” He said and you felt your cheeks turning red. “Now I have an excuse…” He continued making you look down and laugh embarrassed. He found it adorable.

“I will message you the details after then.” You said with a smile. “I have to go now.” You said and he nodded.

“Okay, bye (Y/N), talk to you later…” Jensen said with a small smile matching yours, and you turned it off.

“Jensen and (Y/N) under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” His friends starting singing the childish song messing with Jensen when he put his phone in his pocket, and he rolled his eyes.

“Ohhh Shut up!”


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“Hey sis, Rach finished the cake.” Scott told you passing his arms around your shoulders. Scott was your big brother, and even though he had been a little scared of the situation (and pretty mad with Lottie’s father) in the time you got pregnant, he was the one who supported you the most. He was married to Rachel, an adorable girl that was his best friend since always, and they had a little boy named Theodore, that was only one year older than Lottie. They still lived in your family’s city, but whenever they could, they would visit you.

 "Thanks Scotty.“ You said with a sigh and he looked at you raising an eyebrow. 

 "Are you excited?” He asked because you told him about this man that you were talking to, and that was coming to the party. 

 "I’m anxious.“ It had been two weeks that you were talking to Jensen every single day. He was in hiatus break in his house in Austin, and because he had nothing to do, you ended talking all day, and constantly facetiming. It was an incredible connection, you would talk for hours and even so still wouldn’t get enough of it. You’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time. 

 So yeah, you were pretty excited/nervous/anxious to see him. 

 He texted you an hour ago telling you that he Was already in the city, but he would leave his things In the hotel before going to your house. It was a very small party in your apartment, with just a few people, only what you could afford right now, just a little something to make Lottie happy. You called your brother, Amy, Dan (your colleague from work and also your best friend), Michelle, your good friend, and also the mother of Lottie’s best friends, the twins, Jasmine and Ava. Plus one more friend from her pre school, Leo, and Mrs. Alba and her niece, Clary. 

 "Hmm, (Y/N) there’s someone at the door.” Michelle told you pointing at your front door, and you signed. 

 "Can you call Lottie?“ You asked her and she nodded. Lottie and the kids where in her room playing, while the adults were in the living room, kitchen and the balcony.

 You opened the door and couldn’t help but to smile when you saw Jensen standing In front of you with a green sweater matching his eyes and a white bag in his hands, and you could smell the same cologne that he used in the convention. Oh god… 

 "Hey” You said, both of you with small smiles, it was a little strange seeing him in flesh after so many video calls and messages. He immediately put his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. 

 "Hey, beautiful" He said still hugging you. “It’s nice to finally see you in person again." 

 "I can say the same.” You said looking straight into his eyes making him think that this was the perfect moment to kiss you. But even if it was, he didn’t have the chance, because Lottie came running and jumped into his arms. When you facetimed Jensen, your daughter loved to see and talk to him, she really, really liked him. 

 And although this was really nice, it scared you a little… You were scared of hurting Lottie’s feelings if something between you and Jensen didn’t go well. 

“Heey, a little bird told me that a little girl is getting old today.” Jensen said holding her in his arms and tickling her. 

 "I’m not old!“ She said giggling and you smiled, Jensen was incredible with kids.

 "You’re not? How many years then?” He asked and she showed four fingers. He put her in the ground and kneeled down to be in the same height as her.

 "Look, I brought you something.“ He started and you felt your chin drop.

 "Jensen you didn’t have to…” You said and he looked up shaking his head with a smile. “It’s okay, I wanted to.” He said and went back to Lottie. She opened the white package with a mischievous smile and slowly got a blue thing from there that looked like a sweater. 

 "Let’s me see baby.“ You said to your daughter and she handed you. When you extended it you finally understood what it was and it was the most lovely thing you had ever seen. "Oh my god! Look Lottie it’s a unicorn costume!” It was a unicorn jump suit and it was extremely cute. It was in her size, blue, with a purple mane and tail, and a white shiny horn. 

 "I want to put it!“ She cried and Jensen laughed, visibly glad that she liked the gift. You helped her to put it on, and Lottie looked happy because of her new clothing.

 "What do you say to Jensen?” You said to her and she turned to him giving him a hug. 

 "Thank you Jensen" She said and Jensen smiled squeezing her little body.

 "You’re welcome, princess.“ He said giving her a kiss in the forehead. Lottie went running back to her friends and he got up again smiling at you. 

 "C'mon in, I will introduce you to everyone.” You said. “If you don’t mind…. Some of my friends kind of watch the series and…" 

 "It will be a pleasure to meet your friends.” He said interrupting you and you smiled entering the apartment with him behind you. Amy was the first to come say Hi. You’d met her in the supernatural convention, so she obviously was a huge fan of Jensen. He greeted the parents of Lottie’s friends, Mrs. Alba, Dan and Rachel, who watched the series too. And at last, Scott, who although was always overprotective of you, surprisedly liked Jensen a lot. They were talking like they were best friends for years. 

 "Hey momma!“ Lottie said excited when she saw you looking at the kids playing in her room. 

 "Hey honey.” You replied seeing the other kids waving at you too. “Everything okay around here?” You asked and she nodded smiling making you smile too. Wearing this unicorn jump suit just made her look cuter than ever.

 "Enjoying it while you can?“ Someone said behind you, putting a hand in your shoulder and you smiled when you saw Jensen. 

 "She is getting old too fast!” You said looking at Lottie and her friends. “I don’t want her to grow up." 

 "I get it.” He said slowly running his thumb along your shoulder, making you shiver. “Soon she will be a teenager. She will start to do wall paintings and to break public properties…. Just normal teenage stuff.” He said shrugging and you laughed. 

 "I know right?“ You started. "My friend’s daughter doesn’t even help her grandpa to cross the street anymore!” You said and you two laughed. 

 "Such a rebel.“ He said and you both started laughing for no reason. 

 ”(Y/N), shouldn’t we sing 'Happy Birthday’?“ You were interrupted when your brother appeared in the corridor.

 "Oh, yes.” You said shaking your head trying to concentrate, you were incredibly close to Jensen. “Lottie, kids, C'mom!” You called and immediately all of them went running to the kitchen. Rachel already had set up the cake in the kitchen table and all of the guests were standing in front of it. Your daughter jumped in your arms and with Scott by your side, everybody sang Happy Birthday as Amy took pictures of it. “Blow the candles Lottie.” You said and with your help, she managed to blow out all the four candles.

 "Thank you mommy.“ She said looking at you with her big green eyes and you melted. You really didn’t want her to grow up.

 As the time passed, the guests started to leave until only Scott, Rachel and Jensen were left. They helped you clean up a little and organize the apartment while you put Lottie and Theo to sleep. When you were done, you all sat in the living room and talked for hours, Jensen and Scott really got along well. 

 "Okay, I think it’s time to go.” Scott said getting up since they were in a hotel near your house. “I will get Theo.” He continued going to Lottie’s room. 

 "Thank you for everything Rach, I will take you guys to the airport tomorrow.“ You said opening the front door. She hugged you thanking you too, and soon Scott appeared with Theo in his arms and kissed your cheek. You closed the door and sighed, finally alone with Jensen. You smiled making him smile too and sat by his side on the touch. 

 "So….” He started holding your hand. “All this time we spent talking and facetiming just… just made me want to see you even more” He said looking straight into your eyes and even though he seemed confident, you could tell that he was kind of nervous. You were too.

 "Is that so?“ You replied biting your lower lip and he nodded. "I was excited to see you too, I’m glad that you came." 

 "I told you I was.” He said. 

 "I know but I kind of doubted it.“ You said with a yellow smile.

 "What?” He said pretending to be mad.

 "Well yeah.“ You said laughing a little, embarrassed. "I thought you were busy, had more things to do…”

 "Even if I was… I would still prefer to be here.“ He said and you felt your heart accelerating. ”(Y/N), I like you.“ He said taking a deep breath. "And… It has been some time since I liked someone the way I like you.”

 "I like you too Jensen.“ You said looking at his eyes and suddenly his lips were so much closer. "A lot.” You said and he kissed you. Man, you missed his lips. No matter how many times you imagined yourself kissing him again, nothing compared to this moment. One of his hands were in your neck, slowly caressing it with his thumb and the other was in your tight. He got up with you in his arms and stopped kissing you just to ask with swollen and red lips. 

 "Which way?“ 

 "At the end of the corridor.” You said with a little smile of anxiety for what was about to happen. He walked to your room still with you in his arms while you were kissing his neck and slowly lowered you into the bed, climbing on top of you. 

 "You okay with this?“ He said serious stopping what he was doing, studying your face. 

 "Yes.” You answered without hesitation just admiring more this man. 

 "You sure?“ He asked and you nodded. You started kissing again but soon you both were shirtless. 

 This was going to be a long night.


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If It’s Meant To Be

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 8.1k+ (I AM SO SORRY)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: THE BIG FINALE! This is my first finished series and I am so proud of it! I really hope yall like this chapter! It took a lot out of me but I am so excited to release this! Shout out to Ale for being the best beta ever!

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Daveed landed at noon, his legs cramped and nerves at an all time high. He grabbed his suitcase and took a taxi to a Marriott near your restaurant.

“Okay, what did I bring to wear?” He mumbled to himself, opening the suitcase and laying out his options on the bed.

“I should’ve paid more attention to what I threw in here.” He shook his head, not too happy with what he had but he could pull something together.

He held up a button down along with some nice jeans then he glanced at his feet and frowned. He couldn’t wear sneakers to see Y/N, he had to look his absolute best. Daveed tossed down the clothes and picked up his phone, heading outside. This was NYC, there were clothing stores everywhere, especially in this touristy area. He let himself wander for a bit, looking at all the stores but not seeing anything that called out to him. Then he saw them, a beautiful pair of dress shoes in a shop window.

“Yo…” Daveed trailed off, a smile spreading on his face.

He entered the store, looking at the different suits that surrounded him as he approached the counter.

“Excuse me? Would you happen to have those shoes in the front in an 11?”

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