another one that looks the same as she did 30 years ago

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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What I learnt after losing 20kg in 3 months

1. It always starts on a high note but the key thing is to keep it going.

You see someone losing a lot of weight and suddenly you are so inspired and pumped to reach your ideal weight, or you realise that you have put on a significant amount of weight and decide to crash diet. It could even be for an upcoming important event. Usually this inspiration will last for a week or two, after which you start to give yourself a little more allowance, this is where most people fall back to where they were. It happened to me countless times.

You have to want it bad enough.

2. You have to be consistent.

Losing weight is hard af, but the important thing is to be consistent. This is what I did:

- take weekly progress photos (whenever I see how my body changes week by week I’m motivated to push on)

- weigh in weekly (I know how easy it is to be obsessed with the scale)

- follow inspiring people (this helps you more than you think)

- whenever I feel lazy to work out, which happens almost every single day, I tell myself this: ‘if you get out there and do what you have to for 30mins, you are one step closer to your goal. If not, the time will pass anyway even if you’re scrolling through Facebook.’

3. Workout

I started with swimming because it was the easiest. You don’t sweat as much, it’s easy on your knees, and it burns a shit load of calories.

After some time, I switched over from swimming to cycling HIIT on my stationary bike. After which I started doing blogilates’s PIIT28, and started hitting the gym after that.

What I’m trying to say is, change up your activities once in a while! Add some variation to your workout by keeping things interesting and you will look forward to it.

My best friend got me out of my comfort zone. I have been so unfit all my life that I wasn’t able to complete even a 2.4km jog. She dragged me along for a run and I fell in love with jogging. To be fair it happened about 6 weeks after I started working out.

It doesn’t get easier, you just get better!

You only need 30mins a day to complete your daily workout. Choose one workout, be it jogging or HIIT, and just do it!

No matter how tired I am, I make sure to get my 30mins in. Sometimes I impress myself with my determination.

4. Moral support

You’re committed to your goals and are working hard towards it. We all know it gets lonely sometimes. Motivate a friend to do the same! Motivate each other when things get tough or the scale is not budging. I’m lucky to have my BFF on this journey together with me.

Even for those who discourage you or those who once called you fat, you got to have the fire in you to make a change and prove them wrong!

Do it for yourself, your love ones. I know you can. I have fallen off the wagon many times too. But the lower you fall, the higher you will fly. Believe in yourself. I promise you, once you start believing, everything will fall in place. There will not be success without failure. You will get there sunshine. One day you will shine. You just got to start believing in yourself and start working damn hard towards your goal.

Old saying but pushes me a lot: 
it’s never going to be easy but it’s going to be SO worth it.

5. You didn’t gain it overnight, don’t expect to lose it in a month.

Don’t be demoralised just because people ain’t noticing the changes. Don’t beat yourself up.

I gave myself 6 months to reach my goal weight. 7kg more to go! Yay!

6: Your boobs/butt will shrink, there might be loose skins/ stretchmarks if you lose weight too fast.

What I did for boobs and butt:

Do planks and squats every day. Yes every day. It helps firms your boobs and squats give your flat booty a lift. 

I learnt this the hard way. Losing 50kg in a year 2 years ago definitely tested my skin’s elasticity. I researched ways to reduce the appearance of stretch marks since the only way you eliminate them is through a laser surgery.

Loose skins and stretchmarks are tricky. I tried everything so I can’t pinpoint what worked and what didn’t.  But it reduced the appearance of stretchmarks and my skin doesn’t look too loose either.

What I did:

- Drink lots of water (it really works!)

- Dry brushing

- Body scrubs (if you ask me I would say coffee scrub, I didn’t start selling it for no reason)

- Bio oil

- Clarins body tonic oil

- Weight training/resistance training                        

7. Relationship with food

Many asked me what meal plans do I follow or do I have certain calorie restrictions.

I have to clarify that I’m not going for a hot lean body hence this method might not work for you if you are going for that.

I do not follow any specific meal plans. I did many times in the past and tried countless meal plans including Herbal life, natroslim or even master cleanse diet. I’m not saying that all these doesn’t work, they do. You will see yourself losing weight, but it isn’t sustainable.

I eat whatever I want now but I control the portions strictly. I cut out sugar drinks too. Don’t underestimate the calories you are taking in as well, it could be the reason why you are not seeing results.

Learn to say no when being offered food (who does that?!). It’s not easy to say no to the piece of chocolate your best friend got for you, but it’s even harder burning it off later during your workout. If you didn’t plan to eat it, don’t. Save it for another day.

There are days when I have peanut butter toast in the morning, fish soup for lunch and economic rice without any rice (just the meat and vege side dishes) for dinner.

But there will also be days where I crave fried chicken. I order them without sides and go without sugar drinks.

Sometimes I live on ban mian (Singapore-style noodles with mince pork soup) without finishing the noodles. Or some days I have fruits before going to bed.

I try to keep my calorie intake within 1500. I don’t feel starved at all and I eat whatever I want in moderation. It keeps me content to keep going.

You are what you eat. If you know the food you are craving for is unhealthy, have it in small amounts. We all know what happens when we over indulge. A healthy journey consists of 80% diet and 20% exercise.

Food that will help you in your journey:

- Water, just drink enough water.

- Unsweetened green tea, yes you’ve heard this 2 million times. But it works.

- Fruits: Papayas, Watermelons, Apples, Bananas, Lemons and Kiwis.

- Needless to say lots of vegetables

Try new recipes like cauliflower rice. Or replace potato chips with kale chips.

There won’t be any food to avoid in my list because I genuinely believe in moderation.

8. Curbing cravings

You just had dinner but you are craving for dessert. We all know it’s not acceptable to do it every day.

I’d go for a jog if I were you. The cravings for unhealthy food usually subside after a run. You’ll burn 150 calories with 30 minutes of jogging, but it takes 1 serving of potato chips to gain it back. Is it worth it? You be the judge.

If not I’ll find an alternative like yogurt or fruits to curb the cravings.

The last method is to take off your clothes in front of the mirror and stare at your body. Tell me if you still want that tiramisu after that.

Many times we eat not because we need it but because we want it. A treat is only a treat if you have it once in a while. 

9. Shitty days

Just recently I broke down and cried just because I felt fat. I felt like the ugliest/biggest girl in the world and I just wanted to hide away from the world. There will be days where you feel like shit and nothing you do makes sense to you.

I allowed myself to cry and tell myself that I’m not good enough.

Sometimes we have to embrace our emotions instead of hiding them. Only when we acknowledge what we are feeling, will we be able to fix what’s really broken inside.

After my emotional battle, I pick myself up and continue whatever I was doing. I fixed what was going on inside and stayed focused. People around me saw results. I saw my results. I deserved every single bit of it because I worked hard for it.

Happiness is a choice. You are how you feel about yourself.

Don’t give up on something just because of the time or the difficulty to achieve it. The time will pass anyway. If you don’t work on yourself, who’s going to do it.

I learnt to love myself for every stretchmark, cellulite and scar that’s on me. At the same time, I do my best to be a better version of myself.

10. Take a break If you are tired, not quit.

Lastly, regardless how many times you fail, as long as you get up and try again, you will succeed in the end.

Getting healthy is not a quick fix, it’s a lifestyle. There will be days you feel like eating fast food and not working out. But as long as you get back on your feet the next day, I promise that everything will work out.

Never ever give up on yourself and your body, because you are the only one living in it.

Hope this helps!! Happy 2017! Keep on rocking! :) Let’s embrace 2017 together and achieve whatever you need to acheive!

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Fragments - Part 2

Word Count: 6682

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

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Cas had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam. It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting for him to show back up.

You weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.

“Are you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”

“It’s how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile from Cas.

“This must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.”

“One word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”

“Y/N what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”

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Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

Friend Zoned: Pt. 2

Pairing: Klaus x Reader x Kol x Rebekah

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1481

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(One week later…)

Today is your day off and of course, you had nothing to do so you decided to go to the Mikaelson’s mansion. You tried calling Kol’s phone to let him know you’re coming over but he didn’t answer. So instead, you called Klaus instead to see if he’s up to anything today. To your luck, he was at home painting, so you let him know that you’re coming over.

You and Klaus have a different relationship than you and Kol do. There’s something about you as a person that Klaus adores and feels the need to protect. And yes, Klaus IS the mystery man that you have feelings for, but you couldn’t tell Kol about it, not just yet. Especially since he just recently confessed his feelings for you. You didn’t want to hurt him, so you wanted to give it time before telling Kol.

A part of you felt like Klaus could possibly feel the same way about you because of the way he talks to you and treats you, compared to how he does with others. He’s not as patient with other people than he is with you. But unfortunately, your pride was too big that you didn’t bother asking or confessing to Klaus, so you just rode the wave. And whatever happens, happens.

Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, you rang the doorbell. “It’s unlocked!” Klaus shouted from inside his home. When you walked in, the first thing you noticed was Klaus painting in his living room, with music playing from his stereo. He had a couple of empty canvases resting on the floor.

“It’s me.” You announced your arrival.

Klaus turned his head to see that it’s you, he smiled then went back to his painting. “Well hello, Y/N. Care to join?”

You furrowed your brows. “Join? What?” Join as in painting? Because painting is not your forte whatsoever. 

“I’d rather not repeat myself, love.” Klaus was going back and forth, dipping his brush into paint and painting the half-finished canvas.

You grunted, throwing your purse on the couch. “Okay fine. But I’m just letting you know, I’m terrible. The only thing I know how to paint is a sun and stick figure people, with grass here and there.”

“Well alright then.” Klaus laughed, then took of the canvas he was working on, setting it on the floor. He grabbed one of the blank canvases so that the two of you can paint on that instead. “Let’s start with this.”

Klaus had a couple of paint stains on his Henley, but he didn’t care because he’s rich and can buy a million more. But as for you, you’re not as blessed with money like he is. “Wait. Uh, my shirt.” You said worryingly, tugging on your shirt.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “I’ll buy you another, love.”

“I bought this over a year ago in San Francisco.” You pouted. “I doubt that you can.”

“Alright, princess.” Klaus said jokingly. “I’ll be back.” He smiled and bowed with his arms wide out, trying to be funny for your high-maintenanced self, then he went upstairs to his room.

Klaus came back down with one of his grey henleys, throwing it to you to catch. “Here you go, your majesty. Wear this over your blouse.”

“Thanks Klaus.” You did as he said, throwing his shirt over your clothes. You’re pretty petite, so it looked a bit baggy on you, making you laugh. “It’s huge on me.”

This made Klaus chuckle. “No matter.” He smiled, thinking to himself that you looked cute in his shirt. But having that ego of his, he kept that comment to himself. “Now let’s get started. Shall we?”

(30 minutes later…)

Although the canvas looked a bit terrible because of you, the both of you had a fun time. You even brought bourbon in the mix and turned the music louder than it was when you first arrived.

Being too distracted, you didn’t hear Kol and Rebekah come in. Kol did try calling you back earlier when he was out, but the loud music prevented you from hearing your iPhone’s ringtone.

“Well they look like they’re having fun.” Rebekah said to Kol as they both watched you and Klaus painting together.

“Yeah, too much perhaps.” Kol said in a low tone, Rebekah barely heard.

“What was that?” Rebekah asked while walking towards the kitchen. They both had bags in their hands from grocery shopping. It’s something they did together every other week.

“Nothing, Bekah.” Kol responded, mean mugging the two of you from his jealousy.

Kol wasn’t dumb, it was very easy for him to see that it’s Klaus that you had your eyes on. He could tell by your body language and how playful you were being with each other. Kol saw Klaus laughing and you laughing back when he purposely got paint on your nose, and not to mention, wearing Klaus’s shirt made Kol even more jealous.

He felt a pit in his stomach. He’s never seen his older brother having this much fun with anyone after all these years. Kol did feel hurt that that person just happened to be you. He always knew that you and Klaus got along pretty well, but he didn’t ever think in his head that the two of you would ever be an item. Up until today. It hurt him even more knowing it’s his own brother.

You both just so happened to see Kol from the corner of your eyes. Klaus turned the music down a little to greet Kol from afar, grinning at him. “Well hello, little brother.”

“Hi Kol!” You waved, giving a big smile because you were happy to see your friend.

Kol forced a smile with a wave, then followed Rebekah into the kitchen. You were too oblivious to pick up on his body language that you went back to what you were doing.

Kol wasn’t being the usual hyper and talkative Kol, which Rebekah eventually caught onto. She knows her brother and he’s never been this quiet. Something was definitely wrong.

“Are you alright?” Rebekah stopped unloading, standing there watching Kol’s moves.

“Peachy, sister.” His face didn’t look ‘peachy’ at all. He had a straight face on.

Rebekah vampire sped up to Kol, stopping him from touching another item of the unloaded groceries on the counter. “I know my brother and you don’t look dandy.” Rebekah rested her hand on Kol’s hand. “Tell me, what is it?”

“It’s Y/N.” Kol sighed.

“What did she do to you? You two seemed perfectly fine last week.”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Kol paused, backing up to the counter, resting his elbows on it from behind. “I confessed to her that I fancy her and the feelings aren’t… mutual.” Kol frowned.

“Well yeah. Because Y/N loves Nik. And I think he loves her too, he just won’t admit it to anyone. Not even her. ” She quickly glanced over at you and Klaus.

“How did you know about Y/N’s feelings for our hybrid of a brother?” Kol questioned. 

“She told me of course.” Rebekah paused, looking up to think. “Not too long ago, actually.”

“That’s not annoying.”  Kol was bothered that you told Rebekah before telling him. What made it even worse is that he found out on his own.

“I can’t believe she never told you. I mean, I guess I could see why. Knowing Y/N, she probably just wanted to spare your feelings because even I know that she cares about you.”

“Yeah, but definitely not the way she cares about Nik.” Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m really sorry, Kol. I had no idea you were fond of her in the first place. She never mentioned that to me.” Rebekah tried being as sympathetic as she could to her brother.

“Ah. No matter. I’ll get over it. Maybe in a decade, maybe in a century, or maybe never.” Kol shrugged, revealing that fake smile again to hide the pain. “A doll like her is almost impossible to come across.” 

Kol’s fake smile quickly faded from the rejection sinking in. Rebekah could now see the hurt in his eyes. “You really love her?” Rebekah asked.

Kol answered with a nod.

Rebekah walked up to Kol, giving him a tight hug. “My poor brother.” She let go of the hug, then cupped Kol’s cheeks with her hands, looking at him directly in the eyes. “Just promise me you won’t go on a rampage. We don’t want you killing every resident of Mystic Falls.”

“I can’t make any promises.” Kol gave Rebekah as kiss on the cheek, then vampire sped out the door. 

“Kol!” Rebekah sighed, feeling concerned about what Kol is going to do next. She stayed put because she knows that following after him will only make matters worse.

God knows where he went off to.

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*Let me know if you guys would like a part three! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

So Much

Summary: Ian is married to Mickey when he goes away for three days on a work retreat. Mickey spends some time at the Gallagher’s house with Fi, V, Debbie, and Mandy to accidentally get extremely drunk and confess some things.

Word Count: 1557


“It’s only three days, babe,” Ian says before putting his jacket on.

Mickey nods. “I’ll be fucking fine,” he tries to say convincingly, but Ian sees right through him.

Ian giggles. “A three day work retreat is not something to be so worried about.”

“Not worried,” Mickey lets out a heavy breath, and tries to avoid making eye contact with the taller man. “Just gonna miss you is all.”

Ian smiles and walks closer to his husband. “I’m gonna miss you too.” He places a hand on the dark haired man’s cheek. When Mickey finally looks up, he kisses him lightly. “I gotta go, Mick,” they lean their foreheads together.

“Okay,” Mickey tries to make his voice steady. “Love you,” he smiles.

“Love you too,” Ian says before separating from his husband. He grabs his coat and wave goodbye as he walks out the door.

Mickey stands there for a moment, but he phone cuts off the silence. He sees a text from his sister. “Gallagher house. 7:00. Don’t be late.”

OK, Mandy.” He’s glad he’ll have something to do tonight instead of sit in this apartment all alone.

Instead of doing nothing all day, he cleans for the first time in his life. Chores and cleaning were never enforced rules in his house growing up, so it’s not something he’s used to doing.

To his surprise, housework takes up a lot of time. When he checks the clock, he sees it’s 6:30 already, so he jumps into the shower, changes and starts walking to the Gallagher house.

Mickey walks into his husband’s family’s house and looks around for where everyone is. When he doesn’t see anybody, he makes his way into the kitchen to grab a beer.

Suddenly he hears the back door open, when he turns to see who it is he sees Mandy, Fiona, V, and Debbie. “Hey,” Fiona greets. Mickey tips his beer at her in return.

V starts to chuckle. “Lookin’ a little gloomy, Milkovich,” she says because she knows Ian left for his trip a few hours ago.

He scoffs. “The fuck would I be gloomy for? Who even uses the word ‘gloomy.’”

“I do,” V shoots at him. “And because your boy toy’s gone.” She chuckles.

Mickey rolls his eyes. Luckily, he knows how

to cover his emotions, but he is pretty upset about it. “It’s three fucking days, not the end of the world.”

“A lot can happen in three days, Mick,” Debbie pushes making the other three girls laugh.

He chucks the middle finger in return. “Fuck all of you.” Mickey puts his eyes on his beer making sure no one sees what he’s really feeling.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Mandy says to her brother. “We know you miss him.”

“Fuck off, holy shit,” he hisses. “Let’s eat already.”

Once the girls quit teasing Mickey, they eat their dinners. The five of them sit around the table having conversations about work, raising kids, and just some pointless, silly stuff. After they are done eating, Fiona brings out more alcohol. Mickey rolls his eyes at her and claims he’s ready to leave, but the girls insist that he stays with them instead of being alone.

Unsurprisingly, V is the first to get completely trashed, but to everyone’s amazement, Mickey is just a drunk as her. Mickey can hold his liquor, so they were assuming he had drank much more than them. Instead of drinking with him– Mandy, Debbie, and Fiona decide to joke with him when they see him staring at the wall, deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, Mickey?” Debbie prys with a grin.

“Ian.”

“What about him?” The girl’s notice that his guard is down for the first time in forever, so they crowd around him.

“Miss ‘im. Miss him a lot,” he sighs. “He’s the best, y’know?” Mickey smiles when the others agree with him. “The fucking best.”

The girls giggle. “What do you love about him so much?” Mandy asks before taking her cell phone out to videotape the response.

Suddenly Mickey’s eye widen. “Oh shit. That’s a loaded fuckin’ question.” He pauses. “You want everything, like how and why and when,” he asks confusingly, “or just like the things I love in general? Like all his little freckles and the bright green eyes and shit like that?” No one can believe what they’re hearing– Mickey’s actually going to be sincere for once in his life.

“Ummm, everything. How and why and when– whatever that means.”

He grins. “Here I fucking go,” he prepares himself. “Back when I was seventeen and he stormed into my bedroom with that rusty ass crowbar to try to get the gun I stole from Kash. He was so fucking fearless, and that’s when I knew.”

V raises her eyebrows. “Knew what? You were too fucking stubborn to know anything.”

“No. I knew he’d be the one I loved from that day forward which is why I was so fucking stubborn. It scared the shit outta me, I’ll tell ya,” he snorts. “I wouldn’t kiss him for two years– literally every time he tried I threatened to ‘rip his fucking tongue out.’ The day I did though it really made me know that he was it for me. That feeling we had between us– I was fucking gone for him. I got shot that same day,” he raises his eyebrows. “Why do I always get fucking shot because of him? What the fuck?”

Fiona laughs. “Okay, get back on topic.”

He nods and takes another swig of whiskey. “Then the day when DCFS came and he got sent to that group home,” he starts. The girls give each other the same shocked expression because they’ve heard bits and pieces about this day, just not everything. “That day I invited him to sleepover. He was so happy when I asked– God, that cute fucking laugh he had,” he shakes his head. “Anyway, he came over after work and we watched movies and I made food for us, it was nice, which I’d never have admitted back then, but it was, I always thought so. We talked, we kissed a little, we fucked–” he pauses and gets a terrified expression on his face. “Then Terry walked in.”

“Mick,” Mandy says under her breath. Though she wants to hear what happened, she nervous to hear the story.

“He fucking caught us. That fucker went straight for Ian. He started punching him, almost knocking him unconscious, but I jumped on his back and screamed for him to leave Ian alone,” he shutters. “That’s when he started on me. Beat me until blood covered my whole face, and after that he was about to head for Ian again. Thank God I found enough strength to hit him again, causing a distraction because I don’t know what he would have done to him. Eventually though, he pistol whipped me and I don’t remember anything from then to until Svetlana came and Terry forced her to rape me–”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Mandy says harshly.

“What?”

“About Svet?”

“How do you think the bitch got pregnant? Terry forced her to rape me and Ian had to fucking watch,” he says coldly. It was a terrible day for them. “Then after Ian was gone, he said I had to marry her or else he’ll kill Ian. So I did what I needed to do– should’ve told Ian right then though. Maybe he wouldn’t have left.”

They all look at him with sorrowful and shocked eyes as he pauses.

“When I found Ian though– after he left– I knew I couldn’t let him leave ever again. I’ve never needed anyone before, but fuck, I’ve always needed him. I could careless how fucking crazy he is, I need him and I’ve loved him in all his twisted and fucked up forms.” He starts to smile. “So what I’m saying is that I love him so much because we survived all that shit. Through all of that, he still managed to turn me into a better man and a better father to Yev. So that’s why.”

Debbie jumps on Mickey, pulling him in for a tight hug. She can’t believe the two of them needed to go through so much to get to where they are today. Once Debbie let go and Mickey looks around the room, he notices saddened and awed faces. “I also love his red hair, and that fucking smile,” he starts saying to lighten the mood. “And his abs– I mean shit,” he says with a laugh, causing all the girls’ jaws to drop. “Oh and I love his long arms and legs so much because when it’s cold he always wraps himself all the way around me to warm me up. I love that stuff so much,” he snorts. “Or when he clings onto me while he’s sleeping, I love that too.” He smiles. “He’s fucking perfect.”

“Man, you’re gonna hate that we got you this drunk tomorrow,” V laughs as the everything lightens again and she thinks about how Mickey is going to react to the thought of this conversation once he sobers up.

“Well, I’d appreciate me being drunk like this while ya can, ladies,” he laughs and then passes out, leaving the girls to drink by themselves.

Polar Opposites (Part 2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: First Person/Reader’s
Warning: Contains swearing!!

A/N: Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing this request so much! I have used 2 quotes from 2 books/movies that I am totally in love with. The first person who can pick up those 2 quotes and tell me where they were from can get a cookie! LMAO. Anyway, enjoy everyone! I hope you have fun reading this as much as I did writing it.

Request: I was wondering if you could do a part two to Polar Opposites where Zach and Y/N meet in their late-twenties. Zach is living out his dream and Y/N is stuck being an accountant but Zach helps her to chase her own dreams?

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I sat around the long table inside the conference room. It has already been 3 years since I’ve graduated from university and now, I’m already an Accounting Executive for a huge firm.

My dad was obviously ecstatic when I landed this job after just a few months of graduating. Of course I was happy too, since I made my parents proud but sometimes, I just couldn’t help but miss writing. I can’t really do those things anymore since I don’t have the time. I just wonder sometimes what my life would be like, if I went with that route instead.

“Y/N.” my boss calls for me and I turn to face him.

“Yes Mr. Smith?” I reply softly.

“We have a new client from a new firm, and the board and I have decided that you’d be the perfect person for him to talk to.” he says with a smile.

“M-me? But Sir, I’m just an Accounting Executive and I–” I reply but my boss cuts me off.

“All you have to do, is to get him to sign this contract.” he says as he hands me a black folder with the contract inside it. “If you succeed with this task, you will be promoted to Chief Finance Officer.” he adds, my eyes widen is shock and my lips form an O.

“Chief Finance Officer? CFO?” I ask bewildered.

“Yes, CFO. Why? Don’t you want to be a CFO?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, no, I’d be honored sir! I’ll do my best to get him to sign this contract!” I say with a huge grin plastered on my face.

“Good. Alright, good afternoon everyone, meeting adjourned.” he says and the people in the room begin to disperse.

Just as I was about to leave the conference room, my boss calls out for my name once again.

“Oh Y/N!” he says while fixing a few folders on the table.

“Yes Sir?” I say as I turn to face him.

“Your first task is to meet the client; you’ll be having lunch with him at 1 o'clock today.” he says as he shuts his laptop and turns the projector off.

“Sir? 1 o'clock? That’s in 30 minutes!” I exclaim as I look at my wristwatch.

“Well, I guess you better hurry then, shouldn’t you?” he replies with the same mischievous grin on his face again and I give him a nervous chuckle.

“I’ll go ahead then sir, thank you so much for the opportunity once again.” I say as I hastily open the door and leave.

I run to my office and organize the papers on my desk quickly. I take my purse along with the black folder which had the contract in it. I was hoping that I can already get the contract signed during lunch which would make things easier for me and our firm.

I arrive at a little Thai restaurant which was hidden in the corners of town. I checked the time and it was already 1:08pm. Fuck, I thought to myself, I’m late. I make my way quickly out of the cab and straighten out my outfit just before I enter the small restaurant. I walked up to the receptionist with a smile.

“Hi! Reservation under…” I begin to ask.

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so your heart can beat like crazy

Summary: Dan misses Phil. Phil can’t take it. They exchange feelings through texts.

Set in 2014 w/ some fluff and light angst.

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[4:40 pm]

dan: hi
phil: why the hell are you texting me
dan: idk i just wanna talk
phil: i’m literally one room away from you
dan: i just
phil: you just what

seen ✔️ 4:41 pm

“How do I talk to Dan if he’s acting all awkward and ignoring me, except with texts?” Phil says, sitting with Martin and Cornelia at a nearby fast food restaurant. The sun is baring down on the three of them pretty hard. Their food is laid out in front of them, and Phil slurps his shake to thaw his staggering heart, which has bothered him for days on end.

It doesn’t work.

“What do you mean?” The redhead and her boyfriend exchange glances. “Why is he acting like that? All you guys ever did was separate for a bit. You guys didn’t break up or anything, right?” Cornelia takes a single fry from her plate and pops in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “I sure hope you didn’t.”

“We hadn’t! It’s just-” Phil sighs and takes another sip of his shake, letting the sugary drink flow through him. “He’s being strange. We talk sometimes if necessary, like for a video or that panel we had a week ago, but there’s something off about him. I know it’s been awkward since we had that bad year, but it’s been a couple years now. Surely he’s over it. I know I am.”

A flood of memories came rushing into his brain of that year, and he winces. The thought of that one night on the Manchester eye also swarmed his brain and filled his heart with roses. A thousand different feelings in a thousand different places.

Martyn and Cornelia frowned in unison, and Phil wondered what it was like for them to be in love that long and have such a romance that they did everything together, even outlandish facial expressions. He suddenly wished he and Dan were a lot closer now so that they could have something like his brother and his partner. They weren’t apart, but they weren’t together. The magic disappeared, and phil was more than willing to get it back.

Cornelia sighed. “Just talk to him with how he’s letting himself talk. I know it’s weird, I certainly think it is, but just text him like he’s texting you. Just keep the digital conversation going, and he’ll eventually grow tired of it and want to talk to you face to face.” She ate yet another fry and gestured to Martin, who agreed instantly.

Sure, a digital conversation. Phil thought to himself, tapping his chin with a pale finger. I could do that.

His phone suddenly lit up with a notification that he had received one new message, and his heart leaped. With every millisecond he spent waiting for his phone to unlock, and go to the home screen to click on messages, it felt as if time had stopped.

It was a quick few seconds to any onlooker, but to him- all he could hear was his heart beating in his ears.

Faster, faster, faster.

[6:23 pm]

dan: how long are you going to be at the restaurant
phil: a few more minutes
dan: good cause your mom keeps talking about funny stories from when you were a kid and if I laugh any more my spleen will burst
phil: gross
phil: i don’t wanna hear about that
dan: she’s telling me the story about how you fell down the stairs at school and the entire year group laughed
phil: oh my god
dan: i shouldn’t be surprised though
phil: wait why
dan: you’re already quite the klutz
phil: shut the hell up
dan: hey phil
phil: what
dan: oh uh nm

seen ✔️ 6:25 pm

Phil came to the realization that talking to Dan was going to be a challenge.

It wasn’t as if they hated each other or something. They never have and given the amount of love distilled between the two boys, they probably never will. Late night with a dim light of a lamp and bodies crashing together doesn’t necessarily count as a product for hate. It was all about the fact that there was just something above them, a little tension cloud.

And it felt like they couldn’t talk much because they were both a little scared and recovering over being outed to the entire world when they weren’t even ready. It was about taking a single leap from one side of the bridge to the other, the last step into the other side that with it came zero worries and diminished troubles.

A better future for the both of them where they can do anything without the claws of their adoring fan base at their every move. He just didn’t understand why tapping on a phone screen is the way to go.

Yet, he still goes with it. Phil felt as if he could detect Dan’s nervous aura, and did pretty well putting on a show of letting the world know that they were okay when they weren’t okay and could only communicate in the palaces of the World Wide Web. Which is the exact same way the met, a time of pure love and exploration, an unlikely situation that came true because of a friend’s recommendation and one interesting website.

It felt like the scene in a movie where the two characters were silent until one of them said something rude and incredulous letting the other launch at them, leading to either more anger or a later on resolved situation, always sealed with a little kiss.

Except this wasn’t a movie, this was real life and with every minute of every passing day, his heart beat out a single message of i need you. And it hurt.

With a sigh, he opens up his phone and sends Dan a quick little text before tapping the power button on his phone. Hopefully things will get better soon for the two of them. And hopefully everything returns to normal including his heartbeat’s rhythm.

His phone lit up 5 minutes later, and he nearly dives to see the message, a anxious expression painted on his face.

[10:30 am]

phil: hey
dan: hi
phil: please tell me what you were about to say
dan: um
phil: ?
dan: i just miss you is all
phil: if you miss me than actually come talk to me
dan: but i feel terrible
phil: about?
dan: the way I treated you two years ago
phil: that was two years ago dan
dan: still, it wasn’t your fault we were outed to the whole world
dan: i screamed at you for everything
dan: i even yelled at our fans, and i’m supposed to be a role model for some of them
dan: i know they invaded our privacy and all
dan: but some of them were respectful enough not to do that, even if they shipped us
dan: yet i still yelled
dan: i’m a terrible human being
dan: this is all my fault
dan: you must hate me
phil: you’re joking right
dan: what?
phil: you had a valid reaction
dan: i know but
phil: listen to me okay
dan: fine
phil: this wasn’t your fault
phil: people stalked us, they stalked your brother
phil: they did a lot of things
phil: and yes some of them did the right thing by leaving us alone
phil: but some forced a lot of things upon us
phil: which is not okay
phil: you also faced a lot of stress
phil: you had to deal with so much
phil: don’t apologize for anything
dan: okay
phil: we’re good?
dan: yeah
phil: also hey dan?
dan: yes?
phil: i hope you know that i love you and that you deserve happiness
dan: oh wow
phil: don’t i get anything nice back
dan: yeah sure i guess i love you too
phil: better

It happens a second later.

A thunderous thumping noise grew louder and louder as he finally saw himself being tackled onto the floor yuri on ice style. It startled him, making him immediately drop his phone and stare up at the person who created the chaos, starting to giggle. It was ridiculous and laughable but for the two of them, the dorky antics felt normal.

“Finally.” Phil speaks.

Dan rolls his eyes affectionately. “Don’t ruin this moment for us.”

Phil took Dan’s hand in his, rubbing his knuckles. Starting from the top and down to the bottom, just like always. “Sure.”

“I wonder how many gifsets would be cranked out if we recorded this whole thing?” Dan wondered, smiling at the undying effort of his fans.

“Probably a lot, with some quotes and a black and white filter. They’d probably throw in that one moment when I looked at your lips.” Phil mimicked the scene, leaning into Dan’s face and dramatically looked at his lips before quickly kissing them.

“Wasn’t that during Gamingmas?” Dan asks soon after.

“Yeah.” A mischievous look grows on his face, and he smirks. “More like gaymingmas. Ha! Get it? ‘Cause we’re gay.”

Dan narrows his eyes. Goof. He grabs the pillow nearest to him and starts pummeling him with it. “You’re an idiot, you know that right?”

He half means it and half doesn’t.

“Wait, nope- I’m bi. And aren’t I your idiot?” Phil batted his eyelashes before blocking his next hit, shoulders shaking from laughter. “Aren’t I the same idiot you drooled over for two years?”

“I highly regret loving you at all.”

“Liar!” Phil declares.

“Eh, it’s true. All you’ve ever done for me is steal my cereal and clutter the flat with house plants while I slowly fall even more in love with you, and it’s not fair.”

“I-I-can’t believe I’m meeting the amazingphil! I-I am so excited, I’ve watched all your videos, I even-.”

Dan kisses him to shut him up.

They’re recording a gaming video when they finally decide to let them know everything without letting them know everything.

“Hello, danandphilgames controllers!” Phil cheerily says into the camera with a wave. Dan looks at him strangely.

“Controllers?” He questions.

“Well, since we’re using controllers for this game, I just thought-”

“You’re terrible.” Dan puts his head in his hands, shaking his head.

“You’re a lot worse.” Phil interjects.

“I can’t believe I have to deal with you everyday. You’re a literal pain in the neck.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Eyes meet. Time stops. A flurry of comments and analyzation come soon after, so many people @ing them on twitter and making little edits on YouTube. Reaction videos fill up their feed. Just like every other video.

It’s nice.

[4:40 am]

dan: hey ugly
phil: hey stupid
phil: go away
dan: i thought you loved me
phil: well you don’t love me
dan: eh true
phil: go to sleep
dan: give me five more minutes mom
phil: you’re insufferable
dan: you’re a brat
phil: now dan
dan: *le sigh* fine
phil: “le sigh” the fuck is that
dan: shut
phil: now you can’t even finish sentences
dan: i said shut
phil: GOODNIGHT DAN
dan: glad to see things are back to normal

Dan turns his phone off and closes his eyes.

“I thought we agreed to stop texting each other.” Phil rolls over to Dan’s side of the bed, poking a single dimple.

But he’s fast asleep.

Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“Cuddling.”

“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

falling for you pt.1 | jimin

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Pairing: Jimin + OC! Kim Yejin

Genre: Fluff/Angst + highschool au

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Kim Yejin, a normal teenage girl, found out she has to live with two other teenage boys who come from across the world and go to school with them. 

Yejin’s P.O.V.

Italics = Korean

“Are you serious?!” I yelled, feeling myself getting annoyed as my dad told me the news. Minutes ago, my dad had surprised me with news that 2 exchange students were coming from South Korea.

My dad smiled sheepishly,“Sorry kiddo, I already promised my friend back in Busan that I’d take care of them.”

Sighing I asked, my brain still not able to process what was going on,“When are they coming?”

Looking at me, he said as he glanced down at his watch,“Hmmm maybe in 4 more hours, and we’re leaving in 30 minutes to go pick them up at the airport.”

“WHAT!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. Two boys from another country are coming to stay at my house and go to school with me and I didn’t even know about it till now and they’re going to be here in 4 hours?!?!

“DAD!!!” I groaned as I ran to my room, cleaning everything in sight as I rushed to get ready. Running to the bathroom, I quickly took a shower, washing my hair and drying it twice as fast as I usually do. Putting on some basic makeup, I ran over to my closet in my towel flipping through my clothes, as if I literally had nothing to wear.

Finally slipping on some comfortable jeans and a jacket, I rushed back to the living room, panting,“ I’m ready.”

Looking up from his phone, he smiled and said,“ Alright then let’s go.”

—–

During the entire car ride to the airport, I bombarded my dad with questions about them, just to be answered with a bunch of “I don’t knows” or “Just ask them”.

Glaring at him, I exclaimed,“ So we’re literally inviting two random boys to our house?!”

My dad shook his head and chuckled,“Okay okay. All I know is that they’re names are Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook and that they’re both students of a music and arts high school and they’re both from Busan with very limited knowledge of english-”

Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin. 

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Summer House~Chapter 3: Four Unstable Walls

So umm thank you for all the kind feedback! I can’t tell you how blown away I am by the outpouring of love from so many amazing people! I was nervous about this story but, after reading all your kind words I can see I was nervous about nothing! Thank you!!!

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Chapter Three: Four unstable walls…

 Alarm clocks were bad enough…

 The harsh, loud and, annoying clang, ding, or shrill ring was just another daunting reminder of the day that laid ahead. Felicity opened her bloodshot eyes, she scanned around the small desk with a shaky, tingling hand while the sharp ding continued to crow from the edge of the narrow space. The screen in front of her was dark, the rain outside had vanished but, the morning fog made the scene before her bleak. She slid her index finger over the damn switch so, the ringing stopped but, another annoying ring soon took it’s place.

 Her phone blared angrily beside her. Felicity’s tired eyes shifted to the lit ID. She swallowed a snarl when she used her free hand to slowly answer the call. “Hello…” she croaked with veiled aggravation.

 “Well good morning to you too sunshine,” came his delighted reply.

 Felicity quipped instantly, “Well Tommy not all of us are walking through the crowds of high society with a piece of silent arm candy now are we?”

 She could hear a small feminine cough echo through the otherwise silent background. She smirked without shame then said, “And yes Laurel I meant that last remark…”

 A soft, “Aren’t you witty at this early hour,” came through the small speaker mere seconds later.

 Felicity smiled almost gleefully, “Well some of us actually use our brains in our day to day lives. I recommend you give it the old college try!”

 She heard her cough lowly in annoyance but it was Tommy who replied, “Well before you two start sparring I did call you for a reason.”

 “Oh do tell,” she poked as she slowly began to stretch her cramped body upwards.

 He cleared this throat for the third time, her fingers were nearly touching as she brought them together over her hand. She leaned first to the left and, then to the right to stretch out her aching sides when she mumbled, “Oh you’ve talked to mommy dearest…”

 His heavy sigh made her grin. “I need the keys and she’s given you the only remaining copy since she decided to have the other’s destroyed after “he” disappeared.”

 “Well then I’d say we’re at an impasse since I won’t be giving them up until I’ve sent my finished story to Maude.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back while she leaned into the hard, unyielding back of her solid oak desk chair.

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anonymous asked:

is that my necklace erejean

[Ao3]


“Is that my necklace?”

Eren freezes. That voice has been echoing in his mind for the past year. So good, Eren. Fuck, Eren. Eren, Eren, Eren.

“Eren?”

Eren doesn’t look up yet. Stares at the bronze chain looped around his neck and the little elephant pendant anchoring it to his chest. He grasps it between his fingers before glancing up at Jean. “It might be?”

And shit, Jean is more gorgeous than he remembers. Being sober probably helps.

“Do you mind if I…” Jean gestures to the empty bench beside Eren.

Eren nods, eyes traveling along Jean’s frame as he sits. “So how’ve you been?” Jean asks.

Eren’s brows raise. He’s going with small talk? He shrugs. “Been all right. Work’s kicking my ass but I’m saving a lot so. Things aren’t bad.”

Jean nods. He peeks at Eren out of the corner of his eye and chews on his lip. “Still working for the same construction company?”

Eren opens his mouth to tell him yes, that he actually got promoted to foreman 6 months ago, but that doesn’t come out. “Why’d you leave?” Jean blinks at him. Eren’s face burns and he curses his impulsive tongue, but the question is out there already. “The morning after. I was barely awake and you were already putting your shoes on.”

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a little above the surface (chapter 1/?) (M)

Genre: angst, romance, smut
Rating: M
Warnings: swearing, sex, alcohol, a lot of flashbacks
Pairing: rockstar!namjoon x violinist!reader
Summary: As far as you were concerned, ex-violinists and highly-acclaimed rock stars weren’t supposed to mix, especially when a certain purple-haired rock star was supposed to just remain in your past.
Word Count: 9.8k
a/n: slightly inspired by uncontrollably fond, but the plot is different. shoutout to @sugarmints for the encouragement hihi 
chapter 2 (preview)


Fate has its way of bringing you back to where you’re meant to be in.

Or so, what they say. People say that when you’re meant to be somewhere, life thrusts you into that direction, even if you’re stubbornly against the idea. Even if you completely resisted from it, fate would disrupt your plans to make you give in, no matter what loss you’ll have to end up suffering with in the end. After all, that was the price to pay if you didn’t go along with fate’s plans.

“Miss, am I playing it correctly?”

Your student asked you, disrupting you from your thoughts. She was a high school student who was in her first year, taking up violin lessons under you, since you were a high school music teacher in your fourth year of teaching in this institution.

“Ah, yes, Seola, please do continue.” You smiled to the younger student as she enthusiastically returned to her playing, while you paid attention to the way she gripped her violin and bow. So far, she was doing fine, her posture straight and correct. However, you could also hear the emotion she was feeling at the moment, though you frowned as you realized what it was: rushed and excitement.

“Stop, stop,” you told her as her eyes widened in surprise that you told her to stop, but she immediately paused in her playing, putting down her instrument.  

“Is there something wrong?” She asked, tilting her head. As far as she was concerned, she might have been doing a good job, but your ears could never be deceived by simple mistakes.

You nodded as a response to her question. “You seemed quite… antsy about something. Is there something wrong? I don’t think you’re the type who would feel so excited when you’re playing a piece that should be played adagio.”

She nodded, smiling sheepishly. “Is it really that obvious?” She asked as you nodded. “Well, I just heard some rumors that a famous alumnus of this high school was coming today here and I wanted to see him,” she murmured at the last part as you raised an eyebrow.

“Which one?” You asked, trying to go over the list of famous alumni who graduated in this high school. Since this high school was a performing arts high school, there were a lot of alumni who became famous actors, singers, producers, dancers, and artists.

“Do you know ‘Monster’, by any chance, Miss? He’s a really famous rock star and, well, some of my friends overheard from the faculty room that he was coming,” she said, giving a smile. You simply stayed silent, your mouth in a straight line as you tried to recall anything from earlier.

“He’s a famous international rock star. Who wouldn’t know him, Seola?” You replied to your student with a smile as she chuckled, her eyes glinting in delight. It was obvious that she was a fan of Monster.

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To Borrow #5

My sweet crazy baby Saeyoung <3 I honestly honestly didn’t think I’d want to play this guy’s route. Even more so than Yoosung. However he was my Solas from DA:I in MM. This crazy knowledgable, powerful and horribly broken dark horse that comes to claim your heart out of nowhere <3

Also I am not super tech savvy. I am not a hacker. I am not any sort of programmer. Please just remember that and read ahead with a pinch of salt I guess :) 

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Stranger Things Fic Masterlist

If you feel like this isn’t complete, we beg you to let us know. But, @dadharbour and I worked very, very hard to put this list together for you all. We give your, our fic list. (Not all ships present)

(Actually, if you feel it is incomplete, reblog it with your additions.)


Mileven

KittenCorrosion @kittencorrosionxo)

El and the Mean Girls- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8528677)

The mean girls go after El, So mike goes after the mean girls

Stranger Teens - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/595900)

Fluffy AU

ceruleanstorm (@sstrangerthaneleven )

Should I Stay or should I go series- (http://archiveofourown.org/series/540700)

Angst and fluff mixed into together angst and fluff

jasongracefully (@themikewheelers)

The Experiment - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9327050)

“There was no way someone’s toe could get stuck in a bathtub faucet, Mike insisted on testing it out to prove so” fluff

Multiplayer- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9486203)

“Video game nights are when things get particularly competitive for Mike and El” fluff fluff fluff

heartofwinterfell (Tumblr unknown)

I want to know about these strangers like me- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7578670#main)

“You can learn a lot in the month of December” fluff

armed with stories you will leave- ( http://archiveofourown.org/works/7561324)

“Mike grows up but he doesn’t forget” angst my dudes so much angst

Someone_else_before (Tumblr unknown)

El Byers and the Secret crush - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7992067/chapters/18291415)

“Post season one, happy-ending AU. Eleven moves in with the Byers’, learns to adapt to ordinary Hawkins life, and tries to figure out why Mike has been acting so oddly since their kiss in the cafeteria. (Hint: it’s because he’s an awkward middle school boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing).”

Dustin Henderson and the Secret crush- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8343166/chapters/19113127)

“(Sequel to El Byers and the Secret Crush) Dustin is head over heels for a girl in his class, and he asks Eleven to use her powers to help him in his quest to win her over. Also includes lots of slice-of-life cuteness and Mileven fluff.”

emmaofmisthaven ( @emmaofmisthaven)

green eyed monster- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9608318)

“It takes Eleven a year to find her way out of the Upside Down.”

Courage, dear heart- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7722292/chapters/17599552)

“The first time Mike is back home from college, it’s Thanksgiving and he feels like his skin is two sizes too small for his body.”

ValBirch ( @elevenknope)

Holidays - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7945195/chapters/18164113)

“A series of one-shots in which Eleven experiences life and its milestones. Update: Happy Endings.”

Television- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8345008)

“Eleven’s still gone, but she visits Mike while everyone else sleeps. And not just in his dreams.” Fluff n angst

Rosy_el ( @rosy_el)

The Sunshine Boy and the Snowflake girl series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/567629)

A lot of fluff and it’s absolutely precious

shipwrecks (Tumblr unknown)

Stringe il cuore dell a stella morente- (

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8038120)

“Months go by. Years go by. Everybody else remembers her only as a hero, there when they needed her.

(he shakes the core of a dying star)”

IrisVioletta ( @irisvioletta )

July, July- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7964800/chapters/18217117)

“Eleven adjusts to her new life, in her new family (now a life-spanning collection of oneshots)”

bacta_junkie (Tumblr unknown)

Codenames- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7763041)

“The crew have always used codenames when it’s important. (In which Fist Wizard goes missing, Fight Ninja and Laser Guy and Meat Punch worry, and Survivor comes home.)”

MissAtomicBomb (tumblr unknown)

But I Never Wave Bye-Bye - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7810390)

“El learns how to live in the world, with just a little help from her friends.”

Jancy

missgoalie75 (Tumblr unknown)

Fall into your human hands- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7840846)

“As sick as it is, it was easier to talk to people when life and death were in the balance. | Jonathan spends time alone with Eleven for the first time and Nancy pays a visit to the Byers’ home.” (Jancy)

emmablowguns ( @virtualboy96)

Just impolite- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7811338/chapters/17825794)

“Nancy wants them to be friends, Steve wants them to be friends, and Jonathan is just wondering what he did to end up with TWO whole people caring about him at the same time.” (OT3)

Don’t feel bad (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8349556)

“The gang has to get summer jobs.” (OT3)

Everything With You- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7825360)

“Jonathan is feeling nervous about college, so he calls Nancy and Steve for some help.” (OT3)

FeoplePeel (Tumblr unknown)

Across the Many Miles- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7733656/chapters/17628505)

“Nancy packed her bags and moved out West for Caltech. Jonathan’s East at NYU. Steve’s in the middle, Hawkins, Indiana and separated from the only people who understand by a seemingly endless stretch of land on each side” (OT3)

UghSquidz (Tumblr unknown)

Fall Into you- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8028772/chapters/18384424)

““I never said you weren’t! But okay, you’re the smart one, I’m the hot one, what does that make Byers?”

Jonathan felt a blush tickle the sides of his nose. “Still the one not eating his lunch,” he quickly interjected. He didn’t actually want to know what he was in this little trio, other than the third wheel. (Though they’d rarely made him feel that way.)” (OT3)

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ebb and flow to multiply- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8023795)

“And so it went: the monster was defeated, Will Byers was returned to his family, Steve got the girl, and life in Hawkins picked itself up, dusted itself off, and carried on much the same as it had before, with scarce as much as a backwards glance” (OT3)

MissAtomicBomb (Tumblr unknown)

the world’s alright with me- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7927783/chapters/18117052)

“She’s killed the undead and lived in the woods and done it all with Jonathan Byers, which is probably the weirdest part.” (Jancy)

Sophwrites (Tumblr unknown)

Your river is a heart that flows from your chest series- (http://archiveofourown.org/series/529936)

(Jancy)

DefinitelyYou (Tumblr unknown)

All of You- (http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/19012720#main)

“Nancy Wheeler wasn’t sure how she found herself in her current situation—awake before dawn, lying in the arms of a sleeping Jonathan Byers. Jonathan is her friend, not her boyfriend. That’s Steve. And Steve doesn’t know about any of this.” (jancy)

scintillio_coll (Tumblr unknown)

the knowing and the not knowing- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8709358)

“He grins all slow and confident, because they’re only on such sure footing when they’re together. Nancy took ballet as a girl, so she was never really part of a team, but she imagines it has to feel like this.” (Jancy)

Like a necessary precaution- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7771060)

“Nancy is different. Nancy has changed. She sneaks boys into her room and hunts monsters and finishes what she starts.” (Jancy)

alby_mangroves (Tumblr unknown)

Life, Rebuilding- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8939314)


They’re so different. Steve’s so confident, so brash: he’s gorgeous and he knows it. Jonathan’s the opposite of confident: an outsider, an artist, an observer of people. It would be a clash of worlds.

Nancy’s heart is pounding.” (OT3)

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Ducks on the Pond- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7752352/chapters/17676244)

“Steve Harrington knows two things to be true: the St. Louis Cardinals are the best baseball team in the world, and Nancy Wheeler is far too amazing for him to hog all to himself.” (OT3)

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darling you got to let me known- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9291365)

“Jonathan and Nancy, in photographs” (Jancy)

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hidden shelters- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7951075/chapters/18180283)

“Jonathan knows it should feel strange, talking to Nancy Wheeler at 3:30 in the morning on his brother’s walkie-talkie, but somehow the lateness of the hour and the fact that just two months ago they both sliced their hands open with dull kitchen knives to attract a monster from another dimension makes this seem normal” (Jancy)

Genevie (Tumblr unknown)

Outsiders looking in- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8002288)

“Before the demogorgon, there was Lonnie.” (Jancy)

bibliophxle (Tumblr unknown)

Five times Jonathan Byers did not cry- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7685275)

“Jonathan Byers knew he was sad far too often for a boy his age. He knew he cried more than he cared to admit, but he knew there were exactly five times in his short life when he found the willpower - or whatever bullshit an outsider looking in would call it- to choke back a sob and look as stone faced as he could. Maybe it wasn’t willpower. Maybe it was numbness. Maybe it was his instinct of retaliation towards all the crap life threw at him. Maybe he just didn’t want to seem weak” (Jancy)

pancake_potch (Tumblr unknown)

Let the compass lead the way- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7613410)

“Jonathan and Nancy and what happens after”

Valhella (Tumblr unknown)

longing for some solitary company- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7610746)

“"You know what?“ Nancy says, standing up suddenly, “Screw the Snow Ball. We’ll have our own. Right here.”

Jonathan blinks back. “What?”

“Our own Snow Ball,” she repeats, as if he was being unreasonable. “Right here. In your living room. I’m not saying it again.”

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Only one way to live- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7598314)

“It’s okay, Nancy. I promise that eventually… it’s gonna be okay.”

She can tell that he’s not sure it will be, but it’s enough for now. “Let’s lie down.“

(jonathan and nancy take up sleeping together)

Every walk I’ve ever taken has been in your direction- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7655146)

And she hasn’t really considered it until now, but yeah, he’s her best friend, too. She wasn’t sure when it happened – whether it was one night in bed, or walking in the halls, or eating sandwiches in a dimly lit room – but somehow Jonathan Byers became the closest friend she’d probably ever had.

(nancy realizes lots of things in a very short period of time)

AnxietyGrrl (Tumblr unknown)

Le Bel age- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8638054)


‘You pulled me through a door once. He looked like he remembered.’

Nancy navigates the mundane, stumbles back into the weird, and ends up in a pretty good place.

stilinskitrash (Tumblr unknown)

Anything- (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7788733/chapters/17768305)

”Anything you need at anytime at all I want you to phone me.
Everything you feel on every night alone is because you need me.“

Basically the song Anything by Catfish And The Bottlemen gives me Jancy vibes

Jopper

Crystalkei ( @cupcakesandtv)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/crystalkei/pseuds/crystalkei/works?fandom_id=10778845)

This Mess of Moments Series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/555076) Domestic Fluff, Angst, Backstory

Breaking Things That I Should Keep - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8304061) Canon-compliant, post-canon, Backstory

We’re Going to Have to Hide the Body - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8429116) Dark humor, major character death

Subparauthorings ( @twopercentsin)- (http://archiveofourown.org/users/subparauthorings/pseuds/subparauthorings)

A Bunch of Jopper One-Shots - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8689855/chapters/19922014) Fluff, Angst-lite

Only Know You Love Her When You Let Her Go - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8000569/chapters/18315787) fluff, angst

Obeydontstray ( @obeydontstray)-

The Only Thing Worth Fighting For - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8499460/chapters/19477852)

Post Series, Romance

Smoke -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9254843)

Porn Without Plot, NSFW

Just One Night -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/9425486/chapters/21334955)

Smut, Pregnancy, Domestic Fluff

Madame_Ashley ( @dutifullymadameashley)

( http://archiveofourown.org/users/Madame_Ashley/pseuds/Madame_Ashley )

Forms of Devotion Series - (http://archiveofourown.org/series/586588)

Angst, fluff, slow burn

Jopper Holiday One-Shots - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8732068/chapters/20018530)

Fluff, Holidays

Unsent - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9186437)

Angst, Notebook inspired feels

StarMaamMke ( @starmaammke)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/StarMaamMke/pseuds/StarMaamMke/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Woolworth’s Audrey Hepburn and the Boy with the Thousand Yard Stare -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7875574/chapters/17986759)

Angst, Prequel

Confidence Series -

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/574807)

Fluff, Smut, Friendship

Radio, Radio -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8281771/chapters/18972457 )

Fluff, Smut, Vacation Fic

Diamondpawprints ( @diamondpawprints )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/diamondpawprints/pseuds/diamondpawprints )

Sometimes -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7894018 )

Fluff, Touch of Angst

Twowritehands ( @twowritehands)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/twowritehands/pseuds/twowritehands/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

He Made Things - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7787293 )

Domestic Fluff

A Slow Motion Spin - (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7866328 )

Fluff, Smut

When You Were You (And I Was Lonesome) -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7924117/chapters/18108133 )

Post Series, Angst

Genevie (No idea of tumblr name)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/Genevie/pseuds/Genevie/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

They Are We-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7905946 )

Angst, Fluff, Backstory

How It Feels to Survive -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7930282 )

Angst, Grief

Lucy Anne

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8017354 )

Domestic Fluff, Pregnancy

rillrill ( @lizdexia )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/rillrill/pseuds/rillrill/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

You sweet talk like a cop and you know it -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7858294)

Smut, Domestic Fluff

Feed this end-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7787578 )

Ambiguous Ending, Angst

fleurlb (????)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/fleurlb/pseuds/fleurlb/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Sugar Kisses

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8869936 )

Fluff, Smut, Lite Angst

Howdyspacebuddy (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/eigengrau/pseuds/howdyspacebuddy/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

A Low and Distant Sound-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7801864 )

Smut, Snowed In

Monsters and Missing Children-

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7582816 )

Making out, Unresolved Sexual Tension)

Quadrille ( @quadrille )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/quadrille/pseuds/quadrille/works?fandom_id=10778845)

But in between, it’s you and me -

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8890540 )

Case fic, Time loop, Implied Sexual Content

RosettiMucha (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/RossettiMucha/pseuds/RossettiMucha/works?fandom_id=10778845)

Hopper’s Regrets

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7957321 )

Angst

Believe, Love, Hope

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7878634 )

Angst

Ballroompink ( @ballroompink )

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/ballroompink/pseuds/ballroompink/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

The Real Thing

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7873774 )

post -season, fluff

49Times (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/49Times/pseuds/49Times/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Drunken Chivalry

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7802197 )

Friendship, Lonnie Punching

Three Times

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/7748569/chapters/17666488 )

Fluff and Smut

Nerdsarehot75 (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/nerdsarehot75/pseuds/nerdsarehot75/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Enough

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8268410 )

Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Love and Safety

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8177210 )

Fluff

Crashing Waves

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8141227 )

Smut

Blithers (???)

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/blithers/pseuds/blithers/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

Between the Woods

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8405986 )

Missing Scene, Past Relationship

Deifire

(http://archiveofourown.org/users/Deifire/pseuds/Deifire/works?fandom_id=10778845 )

What Mornings Are For

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8363881 )

Angst, fluff

Unlikelyvalentines ( @joelmillers )

Bacon, Eggs, and an 8-Hour Nap

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/8345128 )

Angst, fluff

Stonathan

A Study in Attraction - @dutifullymadameashley

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9295028/chapters/21066059

A Start Up List of Working Latina Actresses who reasonably *could* play Henry Mills’ Love Interest and Lucy Mills’ Mother

So I saw a few people yesterday trying to come up with actresses who might play next year’s “Mystery Woman” (who I think we are all for the moment predicting will be Princess Elena of Avalor). Anyway, I meant to do this yesterday…. but life, you know?…. so here are Latina actresses in their late 20s/very early 30s who could reasonably audition for the role.

In general, I try to keep up with Latinx Hollywood, but still this list was harder than I thought! Most of the more well known working Latinas are too old for the role, the famous ones who are the right age are OBVIOUSLY WAY TO EXPENSIVE for Once (Selena, Demi, I’m looking at you!) or currently working in large, mainstream roles (Stephanie Beatriz, Aubrey Plaza, etc). 

But here’s a starting list of roughly 10 or so potentials that I came up with, mostly former child stars looking for a “transition role”, a few from edgy streaming dramas who might be interested in the stability of a mainstream network paycheck, one who is so perfect I can’t imagine anything else now. I will put this out there, in case anyone is interested or curious…


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love knows bounds (pt. 3) // edmund pevensie

summary: the reader and edmund have been friends for most of their time together in narnia. but, they realize their true feelings for each other at the worst moment; just when they both leave for earth. and it doesn’t help that they live practically half a world apart.
pairing: reader x edmund pevensie
word count: 1.4 k
notes: sorry this took so long! but here it finally is, hope you all enjoy :)
listen to: you were never gone - hannah ellis

Originally posted by aslansblessings

“Excuse me, I think someone’s calling you.” A handsome man, who reminded you much of Caspian, smiled at you and pointed to a young woman your age across the street.

You were back.

Back standing in the exact same spot on the sidewalk in front of the diner that brought you to Narnia for a second time. Your felt your face for the tears that fell merely moments ago as you bid Edmund farewell, but they had disappeared. You saw your reflection in the man’s  sunglasses and realized your eyes were no longer glossy and red like they were when you sobbed silently on Lucy’s shoulder.

“Hey, you alright?” The man shook you out of your trance as you nodded softly and followed his pointed arm to see your friend frantically waving her hands at you, trying to get your attention.

Saying your thanks to him, you dashed across the street, avoiding a collision with the cars, and smiled at your friend half-heartedly.

“You ready to head out to Zooey’s party tonight? I hear James is going to be there.” She swooned dramatically and then proceeded to laugh, until she noticed your eyes swelling up with tears. “Are you crying? Here, let’s go get a drink at the café and perhaps we cou-“

“No, no, I’d rather be left alone. I don’t think I’ll be coming tonight, but I hope you have fun with everyone else there.” You squeezed your eyes shut, blinking away the tears and walked back home without saying another word.

Your house was conveniently located 3 minutes away from the diner and so no one had to see you cry. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and took a moment to hear if your parents were at home. They weren’t. Kicking off your flats, you turned around and ran up to your room.

You loosened the tie off your school uniform and flung your bag on to the bed, sitting down next to it with your head in your hands, constant tears flowing down your face. You lifted your head slightly to take a look at your room.

It reminded you nothing of Narnia. You desperately wished to be back and begged and pleaded in your head for Aslan to take you back.

30 minutes had passed and you were still in your room. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything productive, so you decided to climb in bed and sleep off the sadness.

You lay your head against your pillow and looked up at your ceiling, which was painted as Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting. Forcing a smile on your face, you closed your eyes and immediately fell into a dreamy abyss.

“You sure you can beat me, (y/n)?” Edmund taunted you as the two of you circled, your swords nearly touching.

You merely smirked, and quickly made a move. Instead of clashing your sword with his, you let out a loud laugh as you dropped your sword, and ran away. Edmund, who was definitely not anticipating that movement, tripped over his own feet and landed on the ground with a loud thud.

“Ed, I’m more than sure that I can beat you!” you yelled back to him as you continued running into the forest.

“Oh, you wish.” he mumbled under his breath and he quickly picked himself up and started running after you.

Your feet carried you as fast as they could, but that didn’t seem nearly as fast enough as Edmund’s feet carried him. Within a series of loud laughs, you and Edmund toppled, as the two of you rolled down a hill.

You both came to a stop, with you straddling him. You merely smiled at him, recounting the passing seconds in you head, while Edmund wore a deep blush on his face, as he was thinking about the compromising position the two of you were in.

Taking note of this, you smirked, but thought nothing romantic of it. “Why, is King Edmund the Just blushing?! I never thought I’d live to see this day!”

Edmund tried to suppress a smile from forming on his lips, but failed. was he flipped you so that you were under him. “Shut up.”

You woke up shaking. Your body was curled into fetal position, and your forehead and neck were plastered with sweat. Looking out your window, you noticed the clear night sky and the stars scattered across it. You weren’t back in Narnia; in fact, it was still the same day you came back. And then, it suddenly hit you.

Tonight was the Venus Transition.

You had waited 8 years for this, and tonight was the night. But you just didn’t feel like going. You sat on the edge of your bed for a continuous 5 minutes, thinking about whether you should go out to see the Transition or not. Knowing that you would be mad at yourself later on in life, you decided to head out.

You quickly changed into something more comfortable, and rode your bicycle down to the harbour. Making you way to the dock, you looked earnestly to the sky, as you saw a big red sphere.

It was Venus.

But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to show the same amount of happiness or interest in the Venus Transition as you just did two days ago.

Suddenly, it felt as if the weight of the world had been released on top of your shoulders, and you broke down, collapsing to the ground, weeping, as the night sky coloured red, shone down over you.


7 months had passed since the Pevensies had left Narnia for a second time. Lucy has not changed all that much, although she took a great deal of interest in looking pretty. Edmund, however, has changed quite a bit.

You were always on his mind. Every night, for the past 7 months, he had the same recurring dream. Well, it was more of a memory, actually.

“Mind if I join you?” Edmund walked out to the balcony to see you looking up at the Narnian sky. You looked back at Edmund, somehow shocked to find him wanting to join you, but you simply nodded, a smile gracing your face.

He moved to stand next to you, and couldn’t help but stare at your face.

Your eyes were lit up, by the passion for the stars and the moon and everything else the night sky held. Your lips were curved up in a soft smile, for what Edmund thought to be quite possibly one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed in the world.

“You know what’s really interesting?” You began, your eyes still not looking away from the sky. “You see all those stars in the sky? Well, in fact, some of those stars, might actually have died a long time ago. Some of them might even be dying now. It’s because—“

“Light takes more than a million years to travel. We could live until we’re over 200 years old, and yet, we would still see those dead stars bright in the night sky.” Edmund interrupted you.

You tore your gaze from the sky to him, as your smile widened, and it was exactly then, that Edmund didn’t know a more peaceful moment.

Lucy’s and Eustace’s cries broke Edmund out of his faze. He turned his head sharply, and to his astonishment, saw water rapidly gushing out of the painting on the wall. The water was already ¾ of the way to his full height. In less than 5 seconds, he felt himself submerge under the water, and felt himself being raised higher and higher in the water. He then reached the surface, gasping for air, and opened his eyes to see a setting very different from Lucy’s room back in the Scrubb household.

The sky was blue, clouds scattered here and there, and land was nowhere to be seen.

They were in Narnia.

“Swim!” Lucy pulled at Edmund’s shirt as a magnificent ship with a dragon’s head made their way towards them.

Edmund kept on swimming until a certain voice was heard from above.

“Lucy?!” you yelled out from the ship as loud as you could, a yell that seemed to resonate in Edmund’s head, bringing back all of his memories of you.

He spun around and saw you leaning over the edge of the ship, and he was suddenly brought back to the night where he saw you leaning on the balcony railing, looking up into the night sky.

The same smile was worn on your face and it was at that moment Edmund realized that he didn’t think your smile was the most beautiful thing he had even seen.

He knew that your smile was the most beautiful thing he had even seen.

Un-Thinkable (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?

**A/N: ** This is the trilogy to “Mercy”. The song for this is “Un-Thinkable (I’m Ready)” by Alicia Keys. This should be the final part of the entire miniseries. I hope y’all like it.

**S/B: ** I know I said Valentine’s Day but the suspense of releasing this last part was killing me.

Read Part 1: Mercy  Read Part 2: This Woman’s Work

Originally posted by stellarollins

**Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @caramara3 ; @lavitabella87 ; @kellbell431 ; @harleymoxley ; @m-a-t-91 ; @thiickreigns ; @womderland-fandom ; @adorkabley-yours ; @kalliravenne ; @m-a-t-91 ; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @laochbaineann ; @squirrel666 , @calwitch ; @zombiewerewolfqueen ; @livingthestrongstyle ; @nickysmum1909


“Moment of honesty

Someones gotta take the lead tonight

Who’s it gonna be?

I’m gonna sit right here

And tell you all that comes to me

If you have something to say

You should say it right now….”

     8:06 a.m., 8:07 a.m., 8:08 a.m. The time kept ticking as Roman laid up on his couch in the early hours of the morning. He was ready to leave for New York over an hour earlier but Seth had told him to wait. The banging on the door startled him up from the slumber, he began to drift off to.

      “I’m comin’. Hang on.” He got up, fighting between being awake and being asleep. Seth made his way inside with Dean following slowly behind him, pulling out a chair at the dining room table.

       “What’s the delay?” Roman asked. “I had to reschedule the flight heading to New York to ten.”

       Seth stared at Dean, who quietly shifted in his seat. “Tell him, Dean.”

       “I shouldn’t. I already told you too much.”

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I know I look crazy...

Alright I may look like a total psychopath but i really would like you opinion

@squirrellygirlart and @mr-hawkmoth 

Because you are me and my sisters idols I would really like your guys thoughts oh and sorry for basically online harassing you Squirrellygirlart    


Anastasia Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are not ladybug and chat noir)

Adrien has been in a orphanage for basically his whole life.

The King and Queen of England (Gabriel and Mama Agreste) are really sad because it’s been 15 years since their child went missing.

Adrien has the same first name though! And can speak english too

He had a lullaby he always remembered (Once upon a dream!!)

Con artist Plagg, his wife Tikki and their daughter Marinette are trying to find a fake Adrien Agreste to give to the family and get a reward

Plagg helped The queen and king escape when the kidnappers got into the palace when they took Adrien 15 years ago and took Adrien’s music box from the queen’s room (he was going to give it to her but they got split up.)

Plagg and Tikki go to jail for stealing money and they get caught so Mari is going to get the Ten Million Euro reward (DAMN) to 1) bail her parents out and 2) have more money.

She finds Adrien and convinces him he is the missing child.

Adrien has a cat named pooka and she comes along (to basically be Anastasia’s dog, if you have seen the movie.)

Her partner Rose Lavillant (yeah deal with it) helps ‘Train adrien’

He runs away with them.

When they get to London she realizes that Adrien is the REAL Adrien Agreste

Mari also realizes she is in love with Adrien.

Adrien finds out that Mari tricked him and thinks she thinks he is not the real adrien.

He gets mad at her and refuses to talk to her and only talks to Rose.

Mari convinces The parents to let Adrien see one of the royal family members.

Adrien meets Gabriel  late at night (like 11:30) in a guarder room in a separate house in London.

Mari argues with the king to see Adrien and gives him the music box.

“I’m done with seeing impostors trying to pull of as my son.”

“I’m no impostor sir! I am Adrien Agreste!”

“Enough with this!”

“Sir please! I am your son!”

“Do you think i’m some fool?!”

“At Least let me see Mrs. Agreste!”

“My wife is to fragile to meet another Imposter! When she found that the first boy who came wasn’t Adrien she was heartbroken!”

Gabriel goes to leave the room

Adrien starts singing his lullaby with the music box

A: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem.But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel remembers that him and his wife sang that to Adrien every night before he was taken.

G: “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream”

AMAZING ADRIEN-GABRIEL VOCALS.

A + G: “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Gabriel hugs adrien

(Quietly) “You are my son”

Adrien meets His parents

TEARS EVERYWHERE

The king and queen offer Rose a job and she accepts

They offer Mari the reward money… but she doesn’t take the money.

“You sent for me, your grace?” Mari asked

“Ten million euros, as promised, and my gratitude.” The King said.

“I accept your gratitude, you highness, But I- I don’t want the money.”

“What do you want then?” The queen asks

“Unfortunately, nothing you can give.”

“Young woman, where did you get the music box? Your father was the man who saved us? Then you restore our son to us, yet you want no reward.”

“Not anymore.”

“Why the change of mind?” The king asks

“It was more of a change of heart…I must go.”

Adrien’s parents are like ‘Damn she hella in love.’

She leaves the room and runs into Adrien on the stairs.

“Hello, Marinette.” Adrien spoke coldly

“Hello.”

“Did you collect your reward?”

“My business is complete.’

“Uh, young lady, you will bow.. And address the prince as ‘Your Highness” the servant said

“No that’s not necessary” Adrien said

“Please” Mari responded “Your Highness i’m glad you found what you were looking for.”

“Yes. I’m glad you did too.”

“Well, then, good-bye, your Highness.”

“Good-bye” Adrien spoke quietly.

Mari goes to say bye to rose

“Well, if you’re ever in the scummy part of paris again, look me up.” Mari said “So long Rose.”

They shared a quick embrace

“Ah, Marinette… you’re making a mistake.”

“Trust me… this is the one thing i’m doing right.”

She goes to pet Adrien’s cat

“So long, cat.”

Pooka lets out a whine.

“I can’t stay. I don’t belong here.”

The epic Ball/party/dance starts for Adrien being found.

They are looking through the drapes.

“She’s not there.” The queen spoke to her son.

“Oh, I know she’s not– she, who’s not there mother?”

“A remarkable young woman… whose father found a music box.”

“No, she’s probably too busy spending her reward money as fast as she can.”

The queen looked off quickly before speaking again “Look at them dance… you were born into this world of glittering jewels, and fine titles, but I wonder… if this is what you really want.”

“Of course!” Adrien answered. “Of course it is. I found what I was looking for! I found out who I am, I found you!”

“Yes you did find me– and you’ll always have me–” She pulled Adrien into a tight hug “but is it enough?…. My darling, she didn’t take the money.”

Adrien pulled back, shocked “She-She didn’t?”

“Knowing that you are alive, seeing the man you have become…brings me joy I never thought I could feel again.” She said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Whatever you choose,” The king said walking through the curtains. “We will always be a family.” He walked over to Adrien and kissed his forehead.

“Mother, father, can’t you tell me the–” Adrien turned around to see both of his parents had gone through the curtains, to the dance floor.

He looked through and took a step out, before stepping back.

He hears a noise and pooka hissing

He runs outside to see men with long metal rods ready to beat the living shit out of him, and probably kill him. (They were the guys who abducted him when he was a baby.)

Mari jumps out to defend Adrien and gets beat the shit out of, but the guys left injured.

“Mari” Adrien said flipping the unconscious (Probably dead) girl on her back.

“No.” he cried into his knees facing away from the girl

Mari groans as she gets up, Adrien gasps

He throws his arms out and accidentally slaps her lightly as he goes of a big hug.

“Ow! Let go, let go.” she said before falling back in pain

“Sorry. Sorry”

She groaned as she propped herself on her knees.

“I thought you were going back to paris?” Adrien asked

“I was.” Mari said

“You didn’t take the–”

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

Mari leans closer to the blonde boy. “Because… I-”

Adrien started pulling Mari into a kiss

Pooka meows with the crown around his neck.

“Oh…” Mari said before taking the crown off the cat’s neck. She holds in in her hands as she looks at Adrien. They both stand up. “They’re waiting for you.”

He take it from the dark haired girl.

JUMPPPPP CUTTTTTTTT

The king puts down the crown made for his son, picking up a note in a room full of guards and servants looking for his son.

Dear father and mother,

Wish me luck. We’ll be together in London again soon.

Love, your son, Adrien Agreste.  

The king passed it to his wife she read it over quickly

“Oh! They’ve eloped! Isn’t it romantic? It’s a perfect ending!”

The king smiled. “No. It’s a perfect beginning.”

The queen goes by his side as the gaze at the stars knowing that their son will be back.

ANOTHER JUMP CUT

Adrien (still in full prince attire) and Mari are ballroom dancing and then kissing (much to Pookas disgust) on a boat taking them back to paris, but just for a bit, they need to meet a lovely dark haired young woman’s parents.

Adrien picked her up (bridal style) and spun her in circles, Marinette couldn’t contain her giggles.

“Don’t worry London,” Adrien shouted out to the air “We will be back soon!”

Fin

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Someone goes back in time to make sure adrien’s parents never meet and he goes back to get them together Au

(DISCLAIMER: They are ladybug and chat noir)

Somehow an akuma gets time travel power (Like a time machine, not like time breaker)

They hate Adrien and are all salty and they’re all like “Ha Adrien Agreste i’m going back in time to stop your parents from meeting!”

Adrien and Mari (both transformed) (plus alya and nino cause the get sucked in for some reason) go back in time to 1986 (Both of his parents are 24)

And because the go back in time Adrien and Mari get EXPOSED (Because 16 years ago they didn’t have their kwami) and the gang freaks out for a bit and then adrien’s like “Yo i’m really happy Mari’s ladybug but the akuma kinda wants me dead.”

Adrien’s parents meet at a coffee shop when Gabriel was just a broke design student. (Mama Agreste’s name will be Mia for the sake of the woman having a name)

But the akuma messes it up and thinks that their work is done.

BUTTTT the squad breaks into a concert that Gabe and Mia are going to.

AND 80’S CLOTHES SO THEY FIT IN AND THEY LOOK FIERCE

Adrien notices that he’s slowly disappearing.

Mari, Alya and Nino go out into the crowd to try to push the two together

Adrien hijacking the finale performance.

He pulls a Brian in ‘Meet the Quagmires’  

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWNNNNNNN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOUUUUUUU

Mia and Gabe walk towards each other thanks to Nino, Mari and Alya’s coaching.

They first meet and Gabriel is like “I know this sounds weird but… can I kiss you?”

“Yes you may”

They leave the concert to go on a real date.

Adrien isn’t disappearing!!

Mari and Adrien kiss in the V-J Day in Times Square style and a photographer gets it.

Because the akuma fails they go back to their time.

Ladybug captures the akuma, blah blah blah

The next day they go to school the next day and they do modern history.

“And here class (on the projector) is a picture from 1986 that got famous for being an inspiration for Gabriel Agreste’s first very popular clothes line. As you see the three pictures are taken as the boy leans in for the kiss. As you can see this was also very popular because it was an interracial couple kissing very similar to the V-J day kiss.” AND ITS ADRIEN AND MARI KISSING BACK IN THE 80’S AND THEY ARE TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT.

“Nino, Alya, Marinette, and Adrien do you have a comment about this photo?”

Alya dying laughing “No-no we, were good.”

The whole class is like ‘Wtf guys what’s so funny?’

The squad just giggles the rest of the lesson and almost gets kicked out like 70 times.

When class is over Adrien picks up Mari and just runs the fuck out

And is adorable. And everyones like WTF? What happened since yesterday like Mari couldn’t even talk to him and now the are like a couple???

And someone’s like “Hey that couple from the picture kinda look like Mari and Adrien”

Everyone: “…… Nah!”

Fin