Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”


She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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Enough For Now

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Smut, language.
Summary: You haven’t seen Dean in over a year, and the sudden scruff he’s got lining his jaw is doing things to you. 
Author’s Notes: I’m almost at 100 followers and I’m so grateful for all of you. I’ve only had this blog for a few months and already the feedback has been amazing. So, as a thank you: here’s this.

It’s been forever since you’ve been to the bunker. You jumped at the chance to take a vacation when Dean called, saying that it’s been too long since they’ve seen you, and that he and Sam had some major stuff to fill you in on.

When you get to the giant front door, you’re suddenly overcome with nerves. What if something’s really, really wrong? What if one of them is going back to hell? What if– no, you stop yourself. You don’t want to worry yourself too much. Besides, Dean sounded fine on the phone.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the door creaks open, and Sam grins when he sees you. “Hey.” He says, and he grips you in a hug before you can react. “Good to see you.” 

“Good to see you too.” You say, hugging him back. “God. You guys still haven’t spruced this place up?” You tease as he takes your bag and leads you inside. 

“Been a little busy.” Sam says, sheepishly. 

You haven’t seen Dean yet and you don’t– you don’t want to seem too eager. It’s just… he’s the one that called. And you miss him, okay. You’ve always been a bit closer to Dean than Sam. You love them both, so much, but you and Dean are two sides of the same coin. 

“Dean’s in the kitchen,” he says, like he can read your mind.

You smile a little sheepishly. “That obvious?” 

“Only to me. I’ll take your bag to your room, you go down. He’s been a little anxious.” 

You follow the familiar path to the kitchen, and stop just inside the doorway when you see Dean sitting at the table, fidgeting. He’s got his laptop in front of him and he drums his fingers on the tabletop, then on his cheek as he shifts his weight and puts his head in his hand. 

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Overprotective- Derek Hale

Originally posted by teenwolfwild

Originally posted by myloveisjoe-sugg

Request// daddy to be derek being SUPER SUPER protective of you while you’re pregnant, legit growling and wolfing out (just eyes & fangs) 24/7, even at the pack, and you eventually ask why and he’s all sheepish and explains that he’s worried that the one good thing in his life is gonna be taken away somehow

*This was super cute to make. I love when Derek is all protective over his family!! xoxo*

It didn’t surprise you that things would change after you found out about your pregnancy. Sure, your weight, your hormones, the swelling of your feet. But what did shock you was just how much Derek had deviated.

Derek had always been the protective type. He’d try to keep you out of the pack’s fights when possible and attempt to make being with him as safe an environment as possible. By the time you were eight months into your pregnancy, you were worried he was trying to make the environment too safe. All of your fridge magnets were stored away for being “choking hazards” and Munchkin door knob covers were scattered throughout the house.

While the babyproofing could be overwhelming at times, it was around others that you really had to hold Derek back. All the pack members were careful what they said in your presence, but everything really hit the fan when Stiles decided to open his mouth.

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Lazy Morning With Mo

You were sat cross legged at the kitchen island sipping on a warm cup of coffee as the dark grey clouds loomed just outside the apartment window. Resting one hand on the warm mug you turned the page of the magazine you were looking at with the other. Saturday mornings were your favorite because you got to be lazy with Morgan, the two of you got to enjoy one another’s company for a little while longer than you usually did in the mornings. You pushed your glasses up your nose with one finger as you read an article on exfoliation. 

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Episode 178
  • Inien : Guys I'm like, I'm like halfway flushed down this portal guys, who do you want ??
  • Inien says, slowly, she's slowly spinning downwards
  • Ashe : Kyr !!
  • Markus : Kyr ! Kyr !!
  • (F) I push Inien into the portal--
  • Inien : Holy shit why !?
  • Gregor : Kyr or anyone better ! Shop around,
  • Ashe : Shop around ?
  • (F) I turn to Gregor
  • Gregor : Yeah I mean,, listen. You gotta look for deals and like, loopholes in this cursed stuff, that's how Markus does it.
  • Rat : Oh you should've gotten your boss if you wanted deals or loopholes. He actually shafted me out of quite a few goods when I was selling back on the islands.
  • Gregor : See ?
  • Markus : I need stories, Now.
  • Rat : Have you ever heard of an item called the Drum Of The Destroyer ? Oh boy-
  • Markus : yes.
  • Rat : I can tell you lots about that.
  • Gregor : It sounds familiar
  • (M) Markus' eyes glitter.

trickstercheshi  asked:

I LOVE YOUR ART. Do you have any tips for making a witchsona? Yours is so cute!

Thank you! A witchsona is mostly like any other ‘persona’; you’re taking your personality and the things you like, and distilling it down within a theme, world, or guideline.
I suggest going through the witchsona tag for ideas and inspiration if you can’t think of anything right away. Witchsonas have a lot of variation because what qualifies as a ‘witch’ is different for each person. Some folks have been doing really mahou shoujo type witches (big fancy outfits and themed magical powers; like magical girls in a lot of anime) and others take a sorta harry potter route (less costume-y outfits, spells and magic have rules, more use of ‘traditional’ fantasy witch stuff). There are a few people who have also gone for a more realistic witch, focusing on witch-y aesthetics and real practices (tarot card reading, using herbs and stones, etc). You should choose whichever you like best, or that you think represents what kind of powers and abilities you’d want.

After deciding what kind of universe you’re adhering to, you gotta figure how you’ll look like, what kind of environment you’re in, your familiars, powers, etc. I’ve seen a lot of people that pick one or two themes and base their design around that (like this hella mushroom witch, or this trash witch). Some people reference their disabilities or interests (like this one with blood circulation problems, this one likes knitting, and this stock witch probably loves to cook). Some people draw themselves in clothing they already own (from jeans and a t-shirt, to lolita fashion), and others draw themselves in clothing they’d want to own. Familiars are usually people’s pets, their favourite animal, or a creature they feel matches their theme.

My witchsona is around the ‘harry potter esque’ mark. It follows a kind of mori girl aesthetic, both in the outfit I’m wearing and the heavy influence of nature themes. I imagine there’s more fantasy type creatures and plant/herb/blood/fairytale-ish magic than anything as flashy as the stuff that goes on in madoka or sailor moon. My familiars are my two pets hens.

Hope that helps!  

Two team members in a UK Tekken 7 qualifier tournament colluded. Reason for it is one of them was already qualified for the big Tekken tournament that’s coming up and wanted his teammate to get in too.

Both players were dumb as fuck and made it obvious they were colluding during the match and now the UK Bandai Namco team has banned them both from the big Tekken tournament and made them give up their spots.

Now people are crying about it and wanting evidence to the collusion as if it wasn’t obvious to everyone by watching the match. My favorite excuse is that people blame Bandai Namco for not dismissing collusion in the rules as if it’s something that REALLY needs to be said.

There’s been collusion going on in the FGC since the beginning and most TOs don’t care but the main thing is you CAN’T make it obvious. You still gotta make it look like you’re trying to put on a good match. Or else you’ll GTAB.

@thegooddirt Hmm. We can potentially make it work, but you gotta like. Look like you’d fit in with a bunch of whites
@whatsadeadeye I might see if I can slide an invite to that handsome fiancé of yours and get you both in!
@crowjunior Some business partner’s kid is turning 30 & joining the fold so they’re throwing a big, expensive bash for him & I’m about 68% sure he intends to ask me out

I'll Never Stop Loving You (ReaderxDean)

Prompt: Part two for Yet Another Reason to Love You!

Warning(s): feels, fluff, smut

Words: 4098

Note: I got a lot of requests for part two and I honestly fell in love with the story. Lots of build up because it’s been 10 years!!! I really loved this ending and you should read the first part! Oh and sorry about the feels…and the use of a Lisa gif…ew


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Imagine: Tig teasing you because he knows you like him.

Just another day in the clubhouse. That called for a drink at the bar.

Unfortunately, your body made the demand eons ago. So you were already on your second drink.

You heard the familiar sound of boots walk up next to you, and whomever it was had leaned up against the counter next to you.

You cast a look over your shoulder, only to find the dark-haired, bright-eyed Tig Trager standing there with a grin across his face that only meant trouble.

And unfortunately, you relatively enjoyed that grin.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, the smile never fading and the tint in his blue hues wicked.

It caused your cheeks to blush a soft red and immediately look down at the bar. “Uh… Hey, Tig.”

“Why you gotta look down like that, doll? I like seein’ your face,” he chuckled a bit and tilted his head a bit. “Although, that look is pretty damn cute.”