basically the best person ever

URGENT: Cat Foster Needed

Since y’all have been the most incredible people in regards to helping me with my cat’s medical problems earlier this year, I’m hoping someone will help me with this in the next week–

I am in between places to live at the moment, and while my brother and sister-in-law have been wonderful humans in terms of looking after Henry for the past month, their own cat has not been getting along with Henry and so, since I can’t blame them, they want Henry moved out of their place by June 10th.

Which puts me in a pickle, since Henry can’t come with me where I currently live due to allergies.

So. If you live near Chicago/anywhere in the Midwest and are willing to foster a cat for a few weeks until I move to a place where I can have Henry with me, PLEASE let me know. I’m literally willing to drive Henry to wherever he’ll be looked after and, if you know anything about me, you know that I love Henry infinitely more than I love any human, so. 

Please let me know, and please reblog this to spread the word.

This cat is the love and light of my life, and I sincerely need help to make sure he’s looked after.

Please let me know.

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

Harbor In the Tempest (1/5)

After an attack by the Lost Boys, Emma and Killian find themselves in an impossible situation. Canon divergence from 3x07.

This was an idea I had back in September, but let it sit after writing the intro and finally picked it up again recently. Working on it has basically kept me going during an intensely shitty week. The first 3 chapters are already complete. @caprelloidea​ is basically the best person ever for helping me through this one.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5165

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3  Chapter 4

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They’ve just finished filling the canteens when he hears it. A familiar rustle somewhere behind him in the jungle, the same noise that kept him on edge for years in this hellish place, the one that left him looking over his shoulder for centuries. He glances over at Emma to see she’s oblivious, capping the water and adjusting the satchel over her shoulder, her ears not as attuned to this place as his are.

“Swan,” he whispers. She turns to face him and he raises a finger to his lips, tilting his head in the direction of the noise.

They stand there frozen for a long moment listening, the only sounds the occasional call of a bird or the chirping of an insect. He’s just about to relax when he hears it again, and by the tensing of Emma’s shoulders she can as well. She looks toward the noise and back at him, instinctively reaching over her shoulder for her cutlass.

The cutlass she’d given back to Baelfire.

Her eyes widen, and the first tinge of panic starts creeping up his nerves. Emma glances around for something, anything she can use as a weapon as he draws his own sword, stepping between the noise and Emma. It could just be an animal, or one of their group wondering what’s taking them so long, or -

The Lost Boys appear, faces slowly emerging from the jungle. First just in front of him, and then to his right, and his left, swords glinting in the sunlight and arrows dark-tipped with poison.

A dozen weapons against one. 

He spares the quickest of glances back and sees Emma frozen, still empty-handed. He turns back to his attackers, one last sweep of the landscape as he considers their options. There’s only one.


There’s only a split-second before they both turn and sprint, splashing over the shallow stream and barreling headlong into the jungle. They need to put some distance between them and the Lost Boys, take advantage of their longer strides and find some kind of hiding place to wait it out as they go by. But as his legs and lungs first start to burn as they duck and tumble and run, dodging arrows the whole way, he realizes what Pan’s crew is really doing.

They’re being herded.

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Boyfriend Jaeyoon

-The person who loves you the most in the world apart from your parents but also the person who will constantly tease and /insult-bully you out of pure love. “Who, her? yes, yes That giraffe-face is my girlfriend.”

-But also like your best-friend so no need to worry, he’s got your back 25/8 fam, he will come for any anti fan or even other idols if he hears them talking smack about you. Could be a random stranger walking down the street criticizing your new album and hed just go up to them like “excuse me miss but that song LISTING HIGH ON THE CHARTS RIGHT NOW so Id suggest you listen to it again, maybe go buy the album also stream it on melon to help for votes thanks.”

-hates eating lunch without you, needs to have lunch with you always. Loves cafe and park dates where you two are always able to hold hands and swing them around. Would also love amusement park and fun dates as well, not minding if the members came to hang because he would want sf9 to be like family to you. Everyone teases you about dating the manly busan guy when you’re more tougher than him especially when he cant go on the rides like the roller coaster but he will insist he’s the manliest until the day he dies. “I’m not manly? Who said that, they obviously don’t know me babe, try again.”

-Loves to gossip and talk shit about others with you. Whatever happened that day that was super funny, he’ll either call you right away to laugh about it or when he sees you, he’ll run up to you with a grin/laugh like “you would not believe what happened today babe OMG!!!!!!!” When he’s away for work and can’t talk to you, he will spam your kakao endlessly when you’re sleeping if the time zone is different and you two always kakao paragraphs and manages to text and call no-matter where on the earth you two are. So even if he’s busy and you both haven’t seen eachother in ages, there hasn’t been a day where you guys lost contact whatsoever.Loves to video call.

-Skinship level in public has no limits but he loves resting his chin on your shoulder as he gives you a backhug and every-time you hold hands, your fingers are always intertwined and he usually makes the first move as he smiles at you dearly every single darn time he does it. Playfully doesn’t let go and grips on to your hand when you let go to do something- would giggle about it before finally letting you go. Also would try to act like a manly man and tip toe even more to be taller than you so he could look down on you like a giant-with his chest puffed out against you and would be like “kiss me.”  Bear hugs you everywhere, members always leaving you two behind so you can spend alone time in public where you both get so lost in your hugs that you guys are always left behind somewhere on the street. Oh my god don’t even let the other members let alone Inseong give you any skinship, he will glare them down so hard. 

-Makeouts are always playful at first where you will sit on his lap and tickle eachother and grab eachothers hand and wrestle-him pinching your sides and stuff as hes steal pecks and smooches until it progresses into slowly kisses and onto a long passionate makeout session where you guys will pause in between in kiss to look at eachother (seeing his swollen lips and half lit eyes staring back at you and wanting more dskfjhsdkfhs) and the sec you pull back to stare at eachother, he will pull you back in to continue maybe another sloppy kiss. For sex, I will leave it to your imagination hehe

-Basically every know you are his and he is yours. Not the type to really keep your relationship a secret, doesnt matter if your an idol or not, your relationship will probably go public in less than a month. Loves to show you off/talk about you/tweet about you. Couple names will be revealed and sadly maybe you’ll get hater cuz the jaeseong ship will be destroyed but fellas there’s a new ship in town. Fans will respect you of course because they love Jaeyeoon and as long as he’s happy, they will support you both, it’s not like he will stand one second of any hate or backlash towards you anyways, best know he’s gonna come for every single person who even whispers smack about you. Basically best boyfriend ever.

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Originally posted by sf9

anonymous asked:

Where can i find Tarjeis jodel answers?

Hiii anon! For those of you that looks like this ? regarding Jodel, it is an app where you write posts anonymously and you get points for likes and dislikes. You can also reply and make threads, or as Tarjei likes to do; reply with pictures to random people. 

Anyways, your wish is my demand dear anon, so I made a lil compilation for you:

Someone wrote a post about Tarjeis being one of the greatest acting talents around and he replied with this selfie. “Sick opinion. Thank you <3″

“I don’t fucking know who op is. Skam is coming” 

“The 21 bus is preeeeetty full for this time” aka Tarjei looking good from this angle??? Is he human? 

“Hah there was no iPad Jodel operation on the bus” directly translated, as i dont have a clue what the hell he’s replying to lol

“Should I take a selfie with milk in my face?” Refering to the season 3 trailer <3

I think someone was roasting Isaks making out game and Tarjei replied with these; “*17 year old TV character getting roasted by anonymous person” “Ugh, people seriously. Peace. Out. Will get better hook next time”

Basically he’s the best person ever and this made me love him even more.


Hayley Atwell went and watched Hamlet this week in London’s West End and man, that’s a good enough reason for her to show up here.  Because not only is she basically the best person ever, Hamlet is also the best of Shakespeare’s work.  I realize I am not exactly being creative by calling Hamlet my favorite bit of Shakespeare but then again, things that are highly regarded for 500 years are usually highly regarded for 500 years for a reason.  I don’t know why I am getting defensive about this, like I am arguing with fictional people in me head who can’t wait to give me shit about liking Hamlet more than King Lear.  Most people won’t even read this.  Besides, I have plenty of time to cause a Hamlet firestorm because I think there is an Ophelia movie in the works and I am sure I will upset someone when I point out that you take your chances with one night stands, especially when they are with privileged, self obsessed guys.  Boy that’ll tweak the Tumblr Shakespeare fandom which I assume exists and is mainly people drawing Rosencrantz and Gildenstern cuddling or someone angrily decrying the use of the word Witches in MacBeth.  Anyway, this got far afield, my point is that Hayley Atwell is one of the most delightful people to have ever walked the Earth and that’s all I really need, her going to see Hamlet is just a bit of a bonus on top of that.  I hope she enjoyed it.  I just assume it was good, it looks like a nice setting.  Though now I am enjoying the idea of a professional actress sitting through a high school performance of Hamlet, wincing as that one guy or girl belies louder equals profounder and another person speeds through his lines to just get this shit over with.  I guess my basic point is that High School theater is terrible.  Today I want to fuck Hayley Atwell.

Jake Dillinger Gets Dicked Down

Jake Dillinger was the most popular guy in school, high school awesomeness personified if you will. He threw the best parties, was friends with everyone, and was basically the chillest person ever. That was until wasn’t. He started to have this strange feeling- a want- a need. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch, the feeling of being unsatisfied. It drove Jake crazy and suddenly the sheets on his bed were too scratchy, the comforter was too heavy and his skin burned red hot. He would spend nights tossing and turning, wide awake, before settling with a frustrated sigh. Most nights ended up like this. Laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a thought- a fantasy- dancing around in his head.

God, Jake didn’t know when he starting having these thoughts, he doesn’t even know where they came from, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them extremely hot. Jake found himself staring at Rich more than usual. More specifically, his mouth. The way his lips moved when he ate. The way he tore off bits of his food with his teeth. The way his tongue swirled around as licked his ice cream cone. Jake doesn’t know why Rich eating makes him feel some kinda way. Maybe it’s the idea of Rich’s lips on his. Maybe it’s the idea of Rich’s mouth on his neck. Maybe it’s the idea of Rich’s teeth sinking into his skin.

Suddenly Rich was in his room, straddling him, his lips dangerously close to his own. Jake couldn’t help but focus on his lips. He thought about Rich kissing him, kissing and sucking down his neck leaving hickeys, he thought about Rich’s mouth on his- Jake moved his gaze to look at Rich’s eyes, and christ, the way he was looking at him. His eyes were narrowed slightly and his lips were pulled into a smirk. Jake whined, losing all chill he had had before and turning red from the noise he just let escape his mouth. Rich closed the gap between them and crashed his lips onto Jake’s. He moved his hands to wrap around Rich’s torso, grabbing tightly at his shirt and pulling him closer. Rich readjusted himself in Jake’s lap, earning a small moan from the taller boy. Rich pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and looking at Jake. He was looking at him with a pleading look, a look of want, of need.

Rich’s mouth latched onto Jake’s neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin. Jake was absolutely beautiful underneath him. His face was flushed red, his head was thrown back, and he let out whines and the breathy moans. Rich moved his lips down Jake’s neck, leaving red marks and smirking when Jake gasped his name or whimpered ‘please’. He was a mess, letting Rich do whatever he wanted with him, losing control of himself as he was more rough. Jake found himself bucking his hips as Rich bit hard into his neck and moaning as he tugged on his hair. Rich kissed along Jake’s collarbone over to his shoulder as he began to suck and bite.

Jake suddenly felt sharp teeth the next time Rich nipped at his skin. Soft nips and bites became harder. Sharper. He didn’t know what it was but, fuck, it felt amazing. With Rich grinding down on him, and the pressure of teeth digging into his shoulder Jake’s senses were overwhelmed with pleasure. He felt Rich drag his teeth across his shoulder, sucking and kissing. Jake wishes that there was more. More teeth, more pressure, sharper, harder, deeper-

A cry of pain and pleasure echoed throughout the room as Jake’s grip on Rich’s shirt tightened. Jake’s eyes wandered to his shoulder and he let out a garbled sound. Rich had his mouth full of Jake’s flesh and blood as he looked back at him.

“Rich- Wha?-” Jake cut himself off with a moan as Rich took another bite out of his shoulder. He didn’t know what it was about Rich taking bites out of him and literally devouring him, but it was the hottest thing that’s ever happened. Rich’s mouth detached from Jake’s shoulder, chewing and swallowing what was in his mouth, his lips wet with blood. He leaned forward, kissing the taller boy softly. Jake whined into the kiss as he tasted his own blood, warm and metallic.

He shouldn’t be into this, fuck, he really shouldn’t be into this. Rich’s hands were everywhere, tangled in his hair, moving up and down his sides, palming him through his boxers. He kissed down his jaw, nipping softly here and there before focusing on one section of his neck. Rich licked and sucked at his neck, biting hard enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood. Jake whimpered and rutted up against him before arching his back and loudly moaning as Rich took another bite of him. He felt hot blood stream down his chest and the ripping of flesh and god- everything was wrong about this but it felt so good. The feeling of Rich tearing him open, the feeling of being chewed up and swallowed, the feeling of blood pooling down his skin. God, he couldn’t imagine what he must look like right now. A whining, moaning mess beneath Rich, covered in bites and his own blood, his skin red hot and flushed. Rich ground his hips down onto Jake’s, earning another moan as he bucked up into his touch.

Jake kept moving his hips to meet with Rich’s, and christ, was he close. He just needed more. More of Rich’s mouth on his, more of Rich tearing him up, more of Rich sinking his teeth into his flesh, more of everything. Jake’s head became fuzzy and he started to tune out, but he could still feel the pleasure of Rich biting at his shoulders, tearing at his neck, kissing him with mouthfuls of crimson blood, grinding into him, and fuck. Jake was right there, he could feel the heat pooling in his gut, he could hear himself whining and begging and he just needs that one more push, one more bite, one more-

Jake sat up in his bed, breathing heavily. He looked at his surroundings. He was in his room, alone, covers pushed to the ground as his skin shone with a thin layer of sweat. He brought his hands up to touch his shoulder, to touch his neck. Everything was there. He could still feel the weight of Rich on top of him, he could still feel his mouth moving up and down his neck, he could still feel his teeth digging into his flesh. Jake fell back onto his pillows, taking in what just happened. His hand trailed down to his hard on, slowly palming himself through his boxers with Rich’s name on his lips. He thought of Rich’s mouth on him, kissing and sucking. He thought of the sharp teeth Rich had as he bit into him. He thought of the taste of his own blood in his mouth. He thought about how he would never be able to look Rich in the eye ever again.

Sometimes, I forget how #blessed I am to ship Olicity, because Stephen Amell is basically the best person ever to talk about ships with fans and validate their feelings and to listen to them. He actually gives his own headcanons, he’s such a Felicity-hoe, and he’s not afraid to talk about all the positive things Felicity brought to Oliver’s character. Also, he shuts down antis so nicely…

His Guy

Originally posted by mostly-jensen

Amy’s 500 Celebration Party

Prompt: “You kissed a guy?”

Pairing: Dean x Y/n 

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Ash, Ellen, Jo

Warnings: Few swears, nothing much other than that. Fluff. Dean being cute and protecting his boo

Summary: Jo’s jealousy rears its ugly head when the Winchesters and Y/n visit Harvelle’s Roadhouse

Word Count: 2030

Tagged peeps: @faegal04 , @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname , @sallyp-53 @d-s-winchester @supernatural-jackles @winchesterreid@treasurecastiel @deanscherrypie @teamfreewill-imagine


Harvelle’s Roadhouse. A safe haven for hunters. A place to relax. Catch up. Meet others. But to Sam and Dean this was a second home. They’d been coming here for years after finding out about the Harvelles. They came back constantly, the Harvelles being like family.

The brothers walked in as everyone’s eyes turned towards the door at the noise.

“Dean. Sam. Oh my god. Finally. You boys have taken way too long to visit. I thought I told you no longer than 3 months before we see each other. It’s been almost a year” Ellen said, hands on her hips as she scolded the boys lightly.

Dean chuckled. “Yea sorry Ellen, it’s been crazy. Demons, Angels, Lucifer now its Leviathans. It’s a whole mess but we thought we should come see you guys again” he replied.

Just then, another man walked into the bar, a smaller man. You could tell he was a hunter based on the clothes he was wearing, but they seemed as though they were a bit too big for him, the flannel shirt and jacket he was wearing hanging off his body.

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Fallout 4 headcanons
  •  Preston is just, the nicest guy. Like, the best person ever. He’s basically the Captain Carrot of the Commonwealth, only with less guile.
  •  Preston knows how to deliver babies.
  •  Preston has a huge, hero-worshippy, crush on the Sole Survivor.
  •  Preston feels really bad about Kyle, but dares not show it because he feels like he needs to be strong for all the settlers.
  •  Preston was relieved to meet Nick because he knew there must be nice Synths, but he was slowly losing faith.
  •  Sturges has been trying to get in those drawers since Preston showed up at Quincy. He has yet to succeed.
  •  Nora and Nate met at a firing range.
  •  Original flavour, pre-war Nick Valentine met Nora and Nate briefly at the courthouse once and didn’t think much of it, but our Nick clings onto that vague memory because it’s the only time he’s seen the Sole Survivor genuinely happy and carefree.
  •  Nick has body dysphoria. His identity is that of a cis human man, and his body does not have male genitalia or display androgenic features such as facial hair.
  •  DiMA and Faraday are functionally married. (I’m genuinely not sure how marriage works after the breakdown of civil society, so if it’s old school common law marriage, then, yes, they’re married.)
  •  Chase is constantly eye rolling at them, as she is a third wheel and too practical for this shit.
  •  General McGann drank so much wine after being trapped underground that he basically pickled himself, because his corpse is pristine.

 I will update as the headcanons emerge.

anonymous asked:

do you have any dad hc for the main 3?


-Is an amazingly chill dad

-Spoils his kids, but knows not to go too far

-His kids LOVE hugging him

-He’s also the best at cheering them up if they had a bad day


-When the kid was born, he was really panicky, worrying about anything

-But he’s calmed down a bit 

-He loves making his kids breakfast and always makes it funny (smily face pancakes and similar)

-Is a bit overprotective


-This guy is the best with kids

-It always surprises people

-But when he’s around kids, his personality does a 360 flip

-So, basically, the best dad ever

of piano players and restaurants

Genre: can you guess it?

Words: 7.970, Jesus Christ. I need to be stopped.

Warnings: Alcohol is mentioned like… twice…

Summary: Phil is a waiter working in his best friend’s restaurant. One day, when the owners decide to hire a new pianist since their last one was a complete fail, Phil is kind of skeptical about it — can you blame him? The last pianist was insane — but once he meets Dan Howell, he realizes it’s not as bad as he thinks.

a/n: Again. One of those stories that I could’ve left at 2k but then I went, “THESE CHARACTERS DESERVE MORE AND SO DOES THE STORY AND I CARE ABOUT IT TOO MUCH TO LEAVE A NORMAL ENDING,” so yeah. God. I need lessons on how to not let myself get carried away.

This is also for my beautiful beautiful friend/wife Ravie, whose birthday is in like two weeks and a couple of days but I like to give her earlier presents. (also hi Ravie. It’s just a habit to give you longfics as presents whoops.)

(also it’s getting really ironic how I can only write cheesiness when I hear Hyper Music.)

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Not Coffee

 The prompt is: Tim who’s undercover and he is at this caffe and sees the reader who’s the waiter and also the best looking person he has ever seen before. Basically Tim trying and failing miserably at flirting but the reader thinks he’s cute and give them their number. Thanks😁

This is for anon and @imaginethebatboys. Y/F/N= Your friend’s name.

You’ve noticed him a the caffe at least everyday, even your coworkers noticed. And he always sat in the same booth, one of your booths. The booth that over looked one of the many streets in Star City and wasn’t to far from the door. You always gave him a smile and small talk about weather or sports, what your job required you too do. Nothing more, nothing less.

One day your friend got off work early from the sports store she worked at. Your friend noticed the guy in the booth that was there all day and couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He caught your friends gaze once and hid behind a book about bats.

She looked at you and asked, “What is the cute guys deal over there in the corner?” She asked while pointing at the poor man. “And why has he been here since noon? Which was four hours ago by the way,” she said glancing at her phone.

“I don’t know,” you answered “maybe he just likes coffee. We are at a cafe, where coffee is Y/F/N,”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah I know that Y/N, I graduated with you remember. He could be hanging around for the coffee or… for you,” she said to you while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Pf-ft as if, I bet he just likes coffee,”

“Yeah but then why does he keep looking over here?” She said. You looked over too him and saw him looking back at you. Unlike with your friend he didn’t look away, he held your gaze until you looked away. With blush on your cheeks you turned to your friend.

“Okay if that didn’t show sexual tension between you too, then I am a four-hundred foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings!” You looked at her lividly, she sipped on her coffee.

You looked at the stranger in the corner. How could someone that looks like he just came from a magazine cover be interested in you. You were just a nobody, twenty something living in a new city with your best friend and cat, thinking you could take on the world.

He is gorgeous he has stark blue eyes and jet black hair. He is wearing a red sweater like most people because it’s fall, expect you, you have to wear this stupid green uniform, which you hate.

You glare at your friend, who was smiling at you basically reading your thoughts of what you want to do with him. You grab the coffee pot and walk over to him to fill up his cup, you tell your friend, all she does is wink.

“Hey need a refill?” You ask him gesturing at the now empty cup.

“Yeah sure, that would be great, thank you.” He tells you watching you pour the brown liquid in the container.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I should give this too you. This is like your tenth coffee in an hour. We’ve been keeping track,” you point at your friend who waves and holds up a paper with tally marks on it. “I don’t want to supply an addict,” you say with in a joking way and a wink and smile. 

He looks at you in a aw struck look, he gives you a simile of his own to match yours, “I guess I just like coffee and seeing you,” he winks at you. “You are so beautiful,” he looked at your name tag on your uniform, “Y/N, that it makes it worth coming here and the wonderful coffee, of course.”

 You hear your friend in the background shout something out along the lines of come on! Your face goes red and you give him the mug. You freeze not knowing what to do, you rush over to the safety of the isolated back. In there you try to find your phone which your annoying manger doesn’t allow on her employees. 

Outside the door you hear you friend talking to someone, most likely that guy. You don’t know why you freaked maybe it was because you just got out of a major relationship. It was three years of your life wasted, you found out your ex was cheating on you with his boss, you got them both fired from there law firm. You forgot what it felt like to get flirted with and complemented nicely. You find your phone, you check the time you have tin minutes until you close and your shift is over. You change out of your work clothes into ones that will make you look like functioning member of society. You compose yourself and walk out to where you friend is explaining or asking him what happened. 

You walk over to them, he meets your eyes, “Oh, I’m sorry Y/N if that came out strong or you weren’t comfortable, I’m truly sorry,”

“Oh no don’t worry about it. It was..nice.,” you smile at him, truly embarrassed from your over reaction.

“It okay. My name is Alvin (A/N this is still Tim Drake it’s just he’s undercover and using an alias) Draper.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you, Alvin.”

“You too Y/N. Hey I was thinking maybe you want to get a drink sometime. Not coffee of course, unless you want to get coffee but I would think that hanging around coffee all day would make you sick of it. But coffee would be fine,”

You simile at his clumsy words, “Why don’t we just get a drink tomorrow night. I have classes in the morning so after work around six?”

“Yeah that sounds awesome” he similes this wide simile that would want to make even the grumpiest of souls simile back.

You reach in your pocket and pull out a paper with your number on it, “Call me so we can get that not coffee,” you wink at him. You grab your bag so you can meet your friend outside.

“Sorry but you have too leave, Alvin, I got to close up. I finally have to cut you off” you say to him he doesn’t automatically look up at you, it takes him a second to look back at you.

“Yeah good night,Y/N, text you later” he says back, stepping out the door smiling. You go over to the register to count the money. You close up shop and lock up. You meet up with your friend who was waiting by your car.

Your finding your keys when your friend says, “You know he kind of looks like your ex.” You snort at that.

“Well hopefully he will turn out different,” you get in your car, your friend quickly follows you in.

“Oh so you are actually that into this guy?”

“Yeah he seems nice and he is cute,”

“Yeah I have eyes, Y/N, he looks like he is straight out of a magazine. What are you guys going to do anyway?”

“Getting not coffee,” you smile at him and pull out of the parking lot.

A/N: I hope you like it @imaginethebatboys and anon I hope I did the prompt justice. And who ever gets the one of the two secret reference or both gets a reward😀. @batlog @dove-among-bats