buy me a drink anyway please

Scott has been staring longingly at a girl across the bar for two hours and forty-nine minutes. Stiles knows. He’s been keeping track.

“This is ridiculous, man,” Stiles says, not for the first time. “You’re a catch. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. Just go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy if you do.”

Scott turns to him, wide-eyed. “But what if she’s not happy? What if I’m just another creep in a bar hitting on a pretty girl? I want her to know I respect her.”

“By completely ignoring her. Solid plan, Scott.”

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For A Reason (Lafayette x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you go out with your best friends the Schuyler Sisters. See what happens when a certain Frenchman catches your eye.

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Time Period: Modern

Words: 1330

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! I hope you are all having an amazing day because each and everyone of you guys are beautiful and deserve the best!!! Anyway, I’m sorry this story isn’t the greatest, but hey it’s Valentine’s Day. Enjoy, send in any requests you have, and have a great day!

You strongly believed in the idea that everything happened for a reason. People chose certain professions for a reason, people made certain choices for a reason, and people loved certain people for a reason.

When your friends had texted asking if you wanted to go out on Valentine’s Day to celebrate being single, you accepted; for a reason. That evening, you put on a (y/f/c) dress that made you feel on top of the world, with matching heels. After curling your hair and perfecting your makeup, you were ready to hit the bar.

Your friends Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy and come to drive you to the bar where you would be spending your evening. Once you reached your destination, you grabbed a couple of drinks and a table. Smiling all around, each of you raised your glasses and took a sip.

“Who needs a boyfriend?” you asked. “We are strong, independent, badass women who can be just as happy single as we would be if we were in relationships.” you declared, taking another sip of your drink.

“Amen!” Peggy agreed.

“You’re right girl.” Angelica added.

“Preach!” Eliza finished, giggling.

As the night wore on, you, Angelica, Peggy, and Eliza had a few more drinks, danced quite a bit, and flirted with some guys. The entire time, one man in particular had caught your eye. He had curly hair, kind eyes, and a handsome face.

The stranger was with a group of 3 other men. Unfortunately, you were not brave enough to walk over to them and talk to the curly haired man. Each time you glanced his way, one of your friends tried to encourage you to talk to him.

“No.” you told them. “What happened to our whole agreement that we are better off single?” you asked, reminding them of the start of the night.

Peggy rolled her eyes and rested a hand on your shoulder. “That can be true sometimes, (y/n), but if you find a guy you like you need to go after him.” she encouraged.

“You guys know I believe everything happens for a reason. So if we are meant to be fate will bring us together.” you tried to reason with them.

The night was winding down and you knew it would be time to head home soon. Deciding to get one last drink, you went to the bar to order it. On your way back, your head was down as you stared at the little screen of your phone. Before you could look up, you collided with a tall, warm figure.

You groaned as your drink spilled on your dress a bit, but you looked up to see what you hit. Eyes up, you took a breath, noticing it was the handsome stranger from earlier.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Miss.” he apologized, handing you some napkins in attempt to fix the accident.

Although you couldn’t speak, you accepted the napkins and dabbed at the stain on your dress. When you realized the man was still there, you gathered your courage to speak.

“Please don’t worry about, it was my fault anyway.” you told him, smiling softly.

He smiled back and saw that you had lost all of your drink. “Well either way, please let me buy you a new drink.” he offered.

You gave him a sly look and gained some confidence. “I thought I was always told to not accept drinks from strangers at the bar, especially when I don’t know their name.” you retorted, laughing lightly.

The man laughed once he realized you were joking. “My name is Gilbert du Motier, but most people call me Lafayette.” he introduced, sticking his hand out.

Accepting his hand, you shook it and introduced yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, Lafayette, I am (y/n). And I will take you up on your offer for that drink.”

After Lafayette bought you a drink, the two of you headed to a booth in the back. You ended up just talking and talking about your lives for almost an hour. At one point he was laughing so hard that part of his drink sloshed out of his cup, onto your leg, again.

“Je suis vraiment désolé!” he spoke as he worked quickly to clean up the spilt liquid.

“C'est bon, ne vous inquiétez pas.” you reassured him, waving it off.

Lafayette stopped what he was doing and stared at you, incredulously, but had a huge grin on his face. “You-you speak French?” he stammered, amazed.

You nodded shyly and answered. “Oui, I took it all throughout high school and college.” you admitted.

“C'est incroyable!” he complimented.

A silence settled between the two of you, but it was awkward. You both gazed at each other, not saying a word or moving a muscle. That was until Lafayette started to lean towards you until he captured your lips with his.

Meanwhile, your friends had been wondering where you wondered off to. They knew you were still at the bar because they were your ride home, but you weren’t answering your phone.

During the time they spent looking for you, Eliza started talking to a man named Alexander Hamilton. Coincidently, he and his group of friends were looking for their other friend, Lafayette.

“Does he have dark, curly hair?” Angelica asked, putting two and two together.

“Yes.” the man named Hercules answered.

John piped up next. “Have you seen him?”

“Well our friend, (y/n), has been interested in him all night.” Peggy remarked, while sending a few flirty glances John’s way.

“Well, let’s go find them.” Eliza stated with a smile.

It didn’t take long, but eventually Alexander, Eliza, Peggy, John, Hercules, and Angelica finally found you and Lafayette. You were still at your booth in the back, but this time you were full on making out.

Your one arm was wrapped in Lafayette’s hair and the other was around his neck. His one arm was on your waist, drawing you flush against his chest, while the other was tangled in your hair.

The two of you were oblivious to the fact that there were now six people watching you, until you heard a deep voice clear their throat. Pulling away, your cheeks turned red when you saw your best friends glancing down on your with smirks on their faces.

“Get some, (y/n).” they laughed, while you buried your face further into your hands.

At the same time, Lafayette’s friends were poking fun at him, until the shorter man with dark hair spoke up. “So, uh, what was going here?” he asked, laughing because he was fully aware of what was happening.

The Schuyler Sisters crossed their arms and looked at you, the same question on their faces.

“Umm, he had-” you began, but you were cut off.

“It was an accident!” Lafayette shouted and you hit his chest.

“Did you really think they were going to fall for ‘It was an accident’?” you mocked, leaning into his chest.

In front of you, each person was laughing their heads off, clutching onto their sides. When they calmed down, Angelica grabbed your arm and spoke. ‘Sorry to break this up, but we have to head out down.” she let you know.

You nodded, but had a small frown on your face. “Enchanté.” you told Lafayette and got up to leave, but before you could, he handed you his phone.

“If you want you to, you can put your number in and I’ll text you.” he offered, looking a bit embarrassed. You nodded rather hurriedly and typed in your number.

With one last kiss, you gathered your things and left with your girls. All they teased you the whole ride back, you smiled and thought about your evening.

Everything had happened for a reason. You had agreed to go out instead of throwing yourself a pity party, you had ran into Lafayette for a reason, and you had given him your number for a reason.

Best Valentine’s Day ever!

The Husband

Series: Im JB’s Wife

Status: On-going

Chapter: 1 of 17+Epilogue

Genre: Fluff (?), Angst (?) (tbh, this is just pure silliness)

Pairing: Reader x GOT7 Jaebum

Word Count: 2106


Note:  Italicised words were said in Korean. The series/ whole story is called Im JB’s Wife but I’ll be using the chapter title as the title for each update.

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#125 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “I was wondering if you could write a cute story where it’s the day of a catfish concert and the reader is walking out of a coffee shop and she literally runs into van. Making him spill her coffee all over her. And you can take it from there”

“Holy mother of fuck! That is fucking hot!” you yelled. Your hands reflexively started to fan against your chest, like that would stop the burning. 

“Oh my god, I am so fucking sorry,” the guy that you’d collided with in the doorway said. The girl that served you was there suddenly with a cold, wet towel. Unbuttoning your shirt down to your belly button, you pressed it against the red skin.

“Thank you,” you said to her.

“No worries. We’ve got some burn gel in the first aid kit. Let me get it. Here, sit down,” she said, and pulled out one of the bar stools at the window bench seat. It was mid-morning, a little after ten. The morning rush in the café had died down, so there were only a few people in there. None of them seemed to care about your exposed bra or loud swearing. The guy stood in front of you awkwardly. You looked up at him for the first time.

“I’m so sorry. I… Can I get you another drink… or shirt… or something?” he asked.

There was a moment where you considered pretending to not know who he was. Alas, you started to talk before thinking it through.

“You’re Van McCann,”

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One Night Stand

Originally posted by xehun

Group: EXO
Member: Sehun x OC
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word count: 2441
Summary: Funny how you can meet the love of your life and have the best thing in your life all because of a one night stand
A/N: The next part will have more getting to know Y/N. I’m really sorry if this is not good. 

One Night Stand | One Night | One Pt. 1 | One Pt. 2

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!I'm need something sad, so can I ask you to write something about RFA member with Labor MC, the doctor said RFA member need to choose MC or their child because he just can save one, and MC ask them to choose their child instead. I'm sorry for this sad request and thank you if you write it :) have a nice day!!

I live for the angst so don’t apologize anon, this is my element! I’m so sorry to my dear askers because this isn’t the first ask I should be writing, but I wrote the first really angsty one I could find because angst is all I’m up for right now.

So I decided to write a minific from the perspective of an unnamed RFA member who is married to MC. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it~

WARNING: ANGST. Caution is advised.

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@thecraftycracker I guess this is your fault:

“Ok, so it’s an extra large triple Ethiopian Yirgacheffe hazelnut latte with whipped cream, gingerbread sprinkles, cinnamon, and a single drop of sriracha for Wade,” said the handsome barista, sliding the elaborate drink across the bar, “and a flat white for Steve. Enjoy, fellas.”

“Thanks,” said Steve, doing his best to conceal the blush he felt rising in his cheeks when the barista - whose name, he was reliably informed, was Bucky - flashed him a little smile before going back to work. “I don’t know how you can drink that stuff, man. What’s the point of getting the expensive single-origin stuff if you’re just gonna bury it under all that crap?”

“The Yirgacheffe’s got lemony top notes,” interjected Bucky, as he wiped the steamer wand down with a bar towel. “With the hazelnut and cinnamon, it tastes kinda like Christmas cookies. Not saying it’s what I’d ever drink, but… I get it.”

“Thank you,” said Wade, glaring pointedly at Steve. “See, not so ridiculous after all, Mr. Unsweetened Flat White.”

“The sriracha’s just weird, though,” added Bucky.

“Thank you,” said Steve, glaring pointedly at Wade.

“Guess your palette’s just not as refined as mine,“ said Wade, as they settled in at their usual table.

Wednesday mornings were Wade and Steve’s Old Soldiers’ Weekly Caffeinated Bitchfest (as named by Wade), when they met at an agreeable café in the city centre to shoot the shit, reminisce about the good times (though their respective definitions of "good times” we’re not always in agreement), and generally avoid actually talking about any of the struggles that came with being not only combat vets, but the former guinea pigs of a top-secret military science fair project that, it turned out, fared better for some than for others.

“Okay, yeah, that’s good,” said Steve, as he relished his first sip, dark and smooth.

“So, Rogers,” whispered Wade, leaning as far forward across the table as the cramped space would allow, “when are you going to get your shit together and ask that soft barista bear out on a date?”

Steve blushed. He blushed harder than he thought it humanly possible to blush. He blushed with the sort of humiliating intensity that it was probably visible from the space station. Bucky, oblivious to their exchange, was fixing his hair into a small bun just above the nape of his neck, before beginning to refill the muffin display.

“Waaaaaaaaade,” he protested, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” countered Wade. “Guy literally drew a heart around your name on the coffee cup. He’s hot for you, Steve. Bucky Barista probably lies awake at night longing for your beautiful dick.”

Steve had been too busy noticing Bucky to notice the inscription on his cup; indeed, there was his name, encased in a soft heart.

“Oh my god, could you at least please keep your voice down?” said Steve. “Look, I do like him, okay? But you can’t just ask out somebody you have to see all the time. What if he says no? We’d have to find a new coffee shop, and I don’t know anywhere else in the neighbourhood that’s gonna be as accommodating to your… flavour needs.”

“He’s not gonna say no,” argued Wade. “We’ve been coming in here for, what, six months? He’s had your name and your order memorised for five of them. If I were him, I’d have notebooks filled with nothing but our names written together, and so many thematic playlists for every kind of sex I’d have imagined us having while masturbating.”

Steve buried his head in his hands. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” he said. He was grateful that Bucky was out of earshot then, speaking in hushed tones to a well-dressed blonde woman. Steve casually looked away when he sensed they were about to look in his direction.

“Fine, fine,” conceded Wade, “but just trust me that this guy wants to do all kinds of wonderful gross stuff with you, like visit Ikea to buy lamps for the attractive little loft you’re inevitably going to rent together.”

“Even if that was true, it’s kind of hard to find anybody with, you know, shared life experience,” argued Steve.

“Have you seen the guy’s arm?” asked Wade. Steve had, of course, noticed Bucky’s arm, though it was not polite to stare. Bucky kept his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows most days they saw him, and the shining metal fingers moved with such perfect dexterity that it was easy to forget that it could not have been anything other than an extension of his own body. “There’s no way that’s a standard issue prosthetic. He might get it more than most. If you don’t make a move, I’m gonna have to go full wingman on you.”

Calm thoughts, Bucky told himself. He was used to carrying himself with an air of ease and confidence, as befits anybody working in a public-facing vocation, but then there was Steve. Steve had been coming in every Wednesday for a flat white and to talk with his friend Wade - who swore loudly, which was oddly endearing - for almost as long as Bucky had been manning this particular bar,

Was drawing a heart around Steve’s name too forward of a gesture? Or was it too subtle? It was entirely possible - probably, even - that what seemed like flirting was actually Steve’s easy, affable nature, and Bucky’s attempt to suggest that they take their relationship beyond the reach of the espresso machine was a critical misstep. Mercifully, there was no time to dwell, as another of his regulars appeared just as he was refilling the muffin display.

“Detective Carter,” he greeted her, with a playfully curt nod.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she replied.

He shook his head. “No Sarge, just Bucky,” he corrected her. “The usual?”

“Uh-uh,” she said, slumping forward onto the bar. “Bear claw, two lattes.”

“Two?” he repeated. “Long day?”

“You remember that case I was working a few weeks ago,” she said, “the one I obviously couldn’t tell you about except there was a whole thing and I had to work with someone from federal?”

“The little red-haired girl?” asked Bucky.

“Well, we closed the case a few days ago, and… we’re meeting for coffee in the park,” she told him.

“That’s great, Share,” smiled Bucky, feeling the milk grow warm and voluminous with steam. “Tell me where you’re registered and I promise I’ll buy you the second-least expensive thing on your wedding list.”

“Come on,” she blushed. “It’s not like it’s going anywhere anyway. She’s FBI, I’m NYPD. I’m not sure that’s wise.”

“Oh please, as if you’d let something as minor as that get in the way of your job,” he argued, weaving the softly foamed milk into an intricate flower atop Sharon’s drinks.

Sharon let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that more or less what I told you last week about flat white guy? You know, the one you keep making shy faces at whose shirts are all just that much too tight?” she asked.

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed. “I… I drew a heart on his coffee cup.”

“That’s great,” nodded Sharon, resting a hand on his forearm. “At this rate, you might see a movie together in only another five years or so. Talk to him. He’s literally looking at you right now.”

Bucky looked across the bar out of reflex, but Steve’s head was turned towards the window.

“You were saying?” he sighed.

“Please don’t make me talk to him for you,” she said, but inspiration had already struck him.

“It’s okay,” he said, bracing himself. “I can do this.”

Wade had had it up to here with these two assholes mooning over each other in silence. It was gross, and Wade was not usually one to be fazed by gross things. That was just how gross it was. If someone did not do something, this could well stretch on until the end of time itself, he thought, and he suspected that Steve was probably even more fun when he was in less of a state of constant sexual frustration. And if Wade was any sort of judge of character (and his judgment was, of course, impeccable), Bucky the barista most definitely knew his way around a wiener. And any and all other relevant erogenous zones. It was not something Steve readily discussed, but Wade suspected that someone as seemingly normal as Steve had to have at least one weird sex thing. Maybe his hair was inexplicably ticklish. Maybe he liked the feeling of freshly shaven legs against silk bedsheets. This was getting oddly specific, thought Wade, but then again, Steve was by no means forthcoming with this kind of stuff.

Either the lesbian with the great hair at the bar had inexplicably ordered them a snack, or Bucky was bringing them an extra for being such fabulous regulars, thought Wade, as Bucky set a small plate of biscuits down at their table. Or maybe it was that actually, Steve, Wade was right all along and Bucky is super in love with you, dumbass.

“Christmas cookies,” said Bucky. “With ground hazelnuts, lemon zest, and a liberal sprinkle of cinnamon.”

Steve took a bite, and let out a little sigh of appreciation.

“Wow,” he said. He was making what Wade suspected was dangerously close to his come-face.

Wade was more than happy to try one, which was almost as good as his coffee.

“Good shit, my man,” said Wade. “So when does your shift end today?”

“Wade, please,” cautioned Steve, which Wade happily ignored.

“Uhh, six-thirty,” said Bucky.

“That’s great, because I’d like to invite you and my friend Steve here to my favourite Ukrainian restaurant,” replied Wade, “except I’m going to get a wicked case of stomach flu sometime between now and then, and you two are gonna have to go without me. Please order the cheese blintzes, and don’t let the waiter’s toupee put you off.”

“I do like blintzes,” Bucky grinned, running a hand over his hair. “Sorry to hear about your stomach flu, pal.”

Steve blushed. “I hope you feel better soon, Wade,” said Steve, turning to Bucky. “It’s okay, you don’t have to - ”

“No, I’d… I’d genuinely love to get blintzes with you,” said Bucky. “Six-thirty?”

“Six-thirty,” Steve agreed. “I’d like that.”

Fucking finally, thought Wade.

What would happen if Leonard had met Amy First?

This idea popped in my head last night. What if Leonard had been the one to meet Amy? I just had to write it out. If you like it I will write a bit more.

Leonard lays face down on the couch moping about Penny and her new date Zack. It is getting old and the guys are all sick of it. Seeing them up on the roof together had been like a kick in the gut. He hurt so bad, and just when he thought he was moving on this happens.

“Dude you have got to move on.” Raj chides.

“Yeah, Penny is getting her jollies elsewhere and so can you.” Howard tells him looking over his shoulder. “I found this great new dating website, I have had twelve dates in the past week.” Leonard perks up his head.

“Maybe I could go on a date or two it might make me feel better.” He says “Go ahead and sign me up.”

“Already have.” Howard tells him, “and there are four lovely ladies matched to you. One of whom can meet you tomorrow for coffee.”

“I look forward to it.” Leonard says getting up.

“Do you want to know anything about her?” Raj asks him

“No I think I want to be surprised.” Leonard says smiling.

The next day Leonard goes to the coffee shop nervous as hell. This is his first blind date and he does not know what to expect. He is sure whoever she is she won’t compare to Penny but she could at least be a start in the right direction of recovery. Then as a small dowdy brunette walks over to him and extends her hand he groans inwardly. Leonard knew whoever she was that she would not compare to Penny physically but this was ridiculous. What were Howard and Raj thinking?

“Hello, you are Leonard Hofstadter and I am Amy Farrah Fowler.” She says shaking his hand with a grip so firm it makes him wince.

“Hi Amy.” He says and he gies into hug her but she recoils like he just hit her.

“Before this goes any further, I feel the need to inform you that all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus are off the table.” She says staring him in the eye.

Of course it is, Leonard thinks not that he would have wanted to go that far with her anyways. He would leave right then and there but he is not an asshole. Leonard thinks the girl at least deserves a beverage before he dismisses her.

“Fine,I respect that, do you want me to buy you a coffee?” He asks trying to smile at her.

“I don’t drink coffee.” She informs him unsmiling, of course she doesn’t he thinks.

“Tea? Hot chocolate?” He asks his patience wearing thin.

“Tepid water please.” She says and thinks he has finally found a person more boring than his roommate. They sit down at a table with there drinks. “You know coffee stunts growth, perhaps that is why you are so short.”

“I think that has to do with genetics.” He says annoyed. “So Amy what do you do for a living?”

“I am a neuroscientist at UCLA, you are a experimental physicist at Caltech. Why all this banal chit chat? I thought the purpose of the profile on the dating website was to cut out this step.” It is the last straw for him. She did not want sex , coffee or conversation and he really did not understand why she was here at all.

“Amy you seem really nice, but I just got out of a long relationship. My friends set me up on this date to make me feel better, but I just don’t think I am ready.” He begins.

“Oh here it is. This is your exit strategy.” She says sadly clutching her cup.” I myself am only here because my mother has forced me to date at least once a year. “

“Well I think you have fulfilled your requirement.” He tells her smiling and she smiles back and then looks down. He thinks she is actually pretty cute when she smiles.

“None of the other dates liked me either, which is why I only date once a year. It is just too heart breaking to keep getting rejected.” She says looking down. Leonard thinks it is an oddly personal confession from a girl who was giving away so little.

Now Leonard feels bad how many times had he been on the other side. Been rejected just because he was not tall enough or good looking enough. How many times had he wished some girl would just give him half a chance to prove he was worthy to date.

“No this isn’t an exit strategy. I like you….in fact I think we should do this again sometime.” He says kindly.

“How about tomorrow, there is new exhibit at the science museum.” Leonard had not think the offer would be so quickly accepted

“Umm sure, I will pick you up at noon?”

“I will meet you at your place, having strange men come to my apartment would make me uncomfortable.”

“Sure my place at noon. Do you need my address?” He asks her and she shakes her head no.

“Your friends gave it to me.” She says getting up and slinging her large bag over her shoulder and marching out of the door

“What an odd duck.” Leonard says to himself getting up. As he drives home he regrets his hasty decision to accept her offer for a date. Amy seems sweet and she certainly is smart and accomplished. There was just no attraction as much as he wanted there to be.

When he walks in the door the guys are all assembled around the coffee table playing Magic the Gathering.

“How was the date?” Howard asks.

“Interesting.” He sighs flopping down.

“I take it you mean interesting bad? I am not surprised.” Sheldon says playing a card without looking up.”

“Why, what do you mean by that?” Leonard asks annoyed. It had not been bad just not what he was hoping for.

“The algorithms used by those dating sites are complete hokum. The odds you will meet your perfect match on one of those sites are slim to none.” He says haughty.

“We are not trying to find his perfect match we are just trying to get someone to tickle his pickle.” Howard sniggers.

“Well there will be no pickle tickling she told me all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus where off the table.” Leonard tells him.

“Hmmm… An efficient statement to make on a first date. Declare your boundaries right off the bat.”

“I actually thought you might like her Sheldon.” Leonard tells him and he snorts derisively.

“I have no interest in dating.” He says.

“Well would you at least come with me to the science center tomorrow.”

“You must have liked her a little to make a second date.” Raj says playing a card.

“She made me feel guilty. She told me that she only dates once year per an arrangement with her mother. That none of the other dates she went on liked her either. “

“Fascinating me and my mother have the same arrangement only about church.” Sheldon says getting up and going to the fridge.

“I am telling you Sheldon you would like this girl.” Leonard tells him.”I can give you her number if you want to call her.”

“Again I have no interest whatsoever in dating.” He huffs. “As tempting as a trip to the science center is I also have zero interest in being your third wheel.”

“It is not a third wheel it is called the buffer. You will separate Leonard from his less than desirable date.” Howard tells him.

“Its not that she is not desirable. When she smiles she is actually kind of cute. I am just not over Penny. I may never be over Penny. Girls like her…”

“Are around everywhere!” Howard says.

“Not that will date me… Penny was my soul mate. “

“But you were not hers… Move on man.”

“I think the notion is lovely. Penny is Leonards Penguin he will mourn her loss the rest of his life.” Raj says patting him on the shoulder.

“You know Penguins are not the only mammals that mate for life.” Sheldon begins

“Oh here we go.” Leonard moans as Sheldon launches into a lecture.


Amy walks into the building on Los Robles avenue with a feeling of excitement and dread in her stomach. Normally she would not have been so forward but her mother had been adamant. She had to go on a date that resulted in a second date or she would have to engage in two dates a year. Leonard seemed like a nice enough man but he was just not her type. Amy did not think she had a type at all. If given her druthers she wold like to be spending her Sunday alone. Amy approaches the elevator and sees that it is caution taped off. Amy stares at it for a moment before a bouncy blonde appears from the basement carrying a laundry basket on her hip.

“Oh, it does’t work.” She tells her kindly.

“I understand that given the yellow caution tape.” Amy tells her confused. “It just looks like it has been out of service for awhile. I was wondering how in a building of this size something like elevator maintenance fall by the way side.”

“That is a question you would have to ask my neighbors. They are the super smart geniuses.”

“Would your neighbor perhaps be Dr. Leonard Hofstadter?” Amy asks.

“Yeah, you know him?” Penny asks beginning to climb the stairs.

“Yes, we went on a date last night and today he has agreed to take me to the science center.” Penny smiles at her. This is why she broke up with Leonard so he could find someone like this girl to date. Judging on looks alone this girl is probably just as smart as he is. She probably has a great job and a fancy education, Leonard could be proud to tell his mother about her. Penny even thinks that they look like they belong together. With her dark hair and studious glasses her and Leonard make a cute couple.

“That is great, Leonard is a good friend of mine.” Penny tells her omitting the part about them dating. She does not want the girl thinking that she is trying to intimidate her. “So what is you name.”

“How rude of me.” Amy says sticking out her hand. “My name is Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler, and you are?”

“So a doctor eh? Like a Leonard doctor or like a fix you up doctor?” This girl really was perfect for Leonard. Penny is happy for him finding someone like Amy. Penny really cares for Leonard and wants him to find someone who can make him happy.

“I suppose you mean do I hold a doctorate or do I practice medicine?” Amy clarifies finding her bubbly stair partner quite amusing. There was something about her that made you like her immediately. “I have a doctorate in neuroscience from Harvard. I work at UCLA.”

“The boys work at Caltech. So does that mean you guys are like Romeo and Juliet working for different universities?” Penny jokes as they round the landing.

“No, we all work together in academia. Also Romeo and Juliet was about two thirteen year olds who commit suicide. Hardly the love story I would want to emulate.” Amy jokes back and the blonde girl looks like she is thinking hard about what she just said. “You never told me your name by the way.”

“Penny.” She says and then she pauses at a door. “Well this is me. Your Romeo awaits across the hall. Oh wait not Romeo… Your…”

“I have always been a fan of Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.” Amy volunteers.

“Colin Firth is hot. Okay we will go with that your Colin Firth awaits.” Penny says opening her door. “Nice to meet you have a great time.” She says disappearing behind her door. Amy almost wishes she was going to the science center with her instead. She could see herself being friends with her. Amy knocks on the door and adjusts her clothes as she waits for an answer. The door creaks open and it is not Leonard who answers but a tall lanky man. My Colin Firth awaits me indeed Amy thinks as she takes the man in. He is handsome in a old fashioned way, like belongs in another era. His dark hair his neatly combed and his blue eyes appraise her making her feel weak in her knees. I may have found my type she thinks trying to find her voice to speak.

“Hello I am Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler I am here to see Dr. Hofstadter.” She says stiffly slightly annoyed with herself at using her title.

“Come in, I am his room mate Dr.Sheldon Cooper.” He says ushering her inside. “Make yourself comfortable.” he says walking to the kitchen. “Leonard is still getting ready. After dating Penny it will take him some time to get used to dates being on time.”

“Penny, as in the Penny across the hall?” Amy asks no wonder Leonard had not been interested in her if he was used to a woman like Penny on his arm. Amy selects the seat in the middle of the couch.

“One in the same.” He says getting a water out of the fridge. “Would you like something to drink, coffee, soda, tea.” He offers.

“A water would be lovely.” She says trying not to stare at him. “I don’t drink coffee or soda but I do like tea.”

“I promised my mother when I moved to California I would not do drugs. So no coffee for me either. I figured it was polite to ask given the types of women Leonard has been known to hold court with.” He says bringing her over the bottle of water and sitting down next to her. “I suppose I am obligated to entertain you until he emerges. So Dr. Fowler what are you doctor of?”

“Of neuroscience, I Graduated from Harvard magna cum laude. I work UCLA in their research department. How about yourself?” She asks taking a sip of water.

“I myself have a MA, BA, Phd, and SciD. I am a theoretical physicist at Caltech.” He says smugly and Amy is impressed.

“Quite the impressive resume.” Amy tells him and he looks pleased with himself.

“Yours is’ t so bad either. When did you get your doctorate?”

“At twenty-two but I graduated at sixteen.” Amy tells him.

“I graduated at sixteen as well.” He says. “Well I got my doctorate at sixteen, I graduated college at fourteen and high school at eleven.”

“Fascinating a child prodigy. You are very rare you know. Tell me very you cultivated for greatness? Did your mother have you playing the piano at two and handing in papers at four?”

“Actually the opposite I grew up in rural east Texas. My genius was a bit misunderstood, my mother would have just as pleased to have a stupid child.”

“I would love to study your brain.” She tells him and immediately blushes. It just slipped out without her wanting it to. Amy feels just as embarrassed as if she just told him she would like to see him with his pants off.

“I have a brain scan that you could look at if you would like?” He asks eagerly.

“I would love that.” She tells him and he gets up and races to his bedroom and comes back holding a manila envelope.

“Now I am a little disappointed with my frontal lobe.” He explains handing her the picture. Amy examines it and is astounded by what she sees. The man truly has a beautiful mind.

“Very impressive Dr. Cooper.” She says her voice thick. “You can take my opinion to the bank the topology of your brain is astounding.”

“I know.” He says looking over her shoulder pleased. When he leans over her she notices his fresh masculine scent and has to refrain from leaning in and sniffing him. Leonard walks out of his bedroom he finds them sitting close admiring pictures of Sheldon’s brain.

“Sheldon you just met my friend and you are already showing her tasteful nudes?” Leonard chides. Making Amy blush and Sheldon snatch the picture back.

“Don’t be lewd Leonard!” He says putting the picture back in its envelope. “Amy is a neuroscientist I thought she would interested in my brain. I was merely entertaining your company while you preened in front of the mirror.” Leonard smiles Sheldon is protesting a bit to much.

“Well Amy you ready to go?” Leonard asks.

“Yes, lets get going before it gets too crowded.” Sheldon says getting up and grabbing his jacket.

“So you are going too?” Leonard asks smirking at his friend. Maybe he and Amy were not love match but he was going to try his damnedest to play match maker today.

“You invited me last night. Or did you forget?” Sheldon sighs.

“No I remember. Amy you don’t mind of Sheldon tags along on our date do you?” Leonard asks already knowing the answer.

“No not at all.” Amy says too quickly beyond thrilled that she will have two male escorts today. Everything is coming up Amy she thinks. Two boys practically fighting for my attention this is the best day ever.

“Hey Amy.” Sheldon says following at her elbow. “You should stick with me at the science center. I can point out all the inaccuracies.”

“Oh you mean like the one…” Amy says as she and Sheldon disappear down the stairs together.

“Howard’s Mother has nothing on me. I am the one true yenta.” Leonard says under his breath following the pair down the stairs.


Even though Sheldon had not been expecting to go to the science center today he had throughly enjoyed himself. He found Leonards new friend clever and engaging and he hoped he saw more of her. After today he could not see what if any fault Leonard could find in the woman. In fact she was one of the fascinating people he had ever met in his life.

Even though he had already given the mammals who choose life partners speech last night. He found himself giving it again for her benefit. Hoping she would take the hint and choose to pair bond with Leonard so he could continue to see her. When they get home he is eager to ask Leonard how he thought the date went.

“So Leonard… Amy is pretty great huh?”

“Yeah great,” he agrees absently sitting down at his computer.

“So when are you going to see her again?” Sheldon asks.

“Oh, I’m not.” Leonard say turning back to look at him.

“What do you mean your not? Leonard if you searched a million years you would never find a woman as accomplished and engaging as Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler.”

“That’s right YOU would’ t.” Leonard tells him but Sheldon does not take the hint.
“You always do this Leonard. You meet these fantastic women and you squander your chances. Yet you moan and whine about being alone! Like with Dr. Stephanie she was perfect for you and you just let her go. Amy is even better than she was! I can not let you just throw away your chances with the perfect woman.”

“Sheldon I am not so sure she was the perfect woman for me. As much as she was the perfect woman for you. You guys really hit it off. I felt like a third wheel at the science center the way you two were carrying on.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Leonard. I am a highly evolved life form. I have no desire to be pair bonded with a woman.” He snorts.

“Then don’t pair bond… You don’t have to date her to see her again. I am just saying it would be you squandering an opportunity, if you let this girl walk away.”

“If we were not dating what would we be?” Sheldon asks curious.

“Just friends… You can be friends with a girl. Penny and I are just friends.”

“Bad example you have also been engaged in an on again off again ill conceived love affair with her for the better part of four years.” He says annoyed.

“I am going to put her number in your phone. You can call her… Or you can delete it …. your choice.” Leonard says grabbing his phone of his desk and programing in the number. “I am going to my room.”

“I don’t need you to narrate your every action Leonard!” Sheldon calls to his retreating back as he picks up his phone and looks the new number programmed inside.

How We Met

There is a part of this that’s based on a Frozen scene (you’ll know which bit), I just love the idea of it and I thought it’d make a good story. I hope you agree! Also, my phone autocorrected ‘brain’ to ‘Brian’ and now I can’t read it without laughing.


“I am so, so sorry!” You exclaim for what must be the 35th time.

“You’ve said” he smiles, yet still rubbing his chin, “I’m fine, honestly”

You’ve just hit Harry Styles in the face. He was walking past, and you were gesticulating far too enthusiastically, while trying to explain to your friend what had happened with a customer at work.

“I’m sorry, this is just really awkward…not that you’re awkward….I’m just awkward” you speak too quickly, “you’re gorgeous” you add, then immediately want the ground to swallow you up.

“Erm…thanks?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Ha I didn’t mean…I just meant…I don’t…you…never mind” your brain screams at your mouth to shut up, “are you sure you’re alright?”

There was a lump on his chin from where your ring had hit him. All you had wanted was to meet your friends for a drink after an awful day at work, you did not intend to then physically assault one of the most famous people in the world. Y/F/Ns were practically on the floor from laughing at you. You could still hear them sniggering. You’re shuffling from foot to foot, feeling the most awkward you’ve ever felt in your life (and that’s saying something).

“I’m really fine” he looks at you with those eyes of his and your brain shouts at you to stop gawping, “I’m used to injuring myself.”

“You’ve got a lump on your chin now” you chew on your lip, “I didn’t realise I fail my arms around so much when I speak.”

“Was it at least a good story?” He smiles at you.

“Not really, a guy at work called me “Princess” and I was getting really annoyed just retelling the story,“ you explain, "clearly my hands were pretty angry.”

“Yeah, I think my face felt how angry they were” he laughs.

“Don’t!” You wince, covering your face with your hands “I’m really, really sorry!”

Somehow you think that if you can’t see the embarrassment, then it won’t have actually happened.

“I was joking” you feel a warm hand pull yours away from your eyes, “please, don’t cover that face.”

He looks at you seriously and you fight the urge to say something stupid.

Is this a moment??

Of course, it’s not a moment, that’s Harry bloody Styles.

You shake your head, and tell yourself to stop being stupid.

“Can I get you a drink?” His deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“I…erm…you….what?” You stutter, apparently it was a night of you speaking incoherently, “I promise I’m usually more articulate than this.”

“It must just be the shock of nearly decapitating someone.”

“Shut up” you scowl, “and, to answer your previous question, I should be the one buying you a drink.”

“No, please, let me get you a drink…what’s your name?”


“I’m Harry”

“I know” a weird, half laugh/half choke sounds comes out of your mouth.

“Right, yeah, of course,” he’s looking at you with an odd expression, “so, drink?”

“I really think I should be buying you one, but thank you, Harry” you smile.

“I need to go to the bar anyway, I need some ice for my face” he grins.

“Oh god, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You groan.

“It makes a pretty good 'how we met’ story” he smiles at you, “it’ll be one we can tell our grandkids.”

I spent a long weekend back home in Kentucky which was really chill and nice, hiding away from the world. However; we’re talking about the Lawrences so there’s always some drama. First - my dog pissed all over my pillow while I was sleeping and then I taught my nephew how to say the f bomb after ranting to my brother about some asshole. I got told by my mother to tone the profanities down. But we all know that won’t happen because I have the mouth of a sailor. Anyway - enough with the shit talk, how is everyone? Did I miss anything exciting while I was ignoring human beings that last names don’t end in Lawrence? Or are you all boring fucks like me who just watches shitty TV, buys pretty clothes and drinks wine while stuffing my face with whatever food is on offer? Please say you did so I don’t sound lame.

like love at first sight, or something like that

The subway seems more crowded than usual this morning, and Levi’s just cranky enough that he resents his ability with a viciousness fuelled no doubt by the collective exhaustion and typical morning irritation of everyone else on the subway.

It’s inconvenient at best and downright debilitating at worst. His mental blocks are shit in the morning when he’s half awake, and combined with the necessary evil of public transport, Monday to Friday mornings are absolutely hellish. It doesn’t even matter that driving is absolutely useless in downtown Trost because it doesn’t change the fact that Levi’s about a hair’s breadth from getting to second base with some unwashed jackass on the subway, or that his skin is crawling with the humidity of people breathing with their mouths like fucking

The subway lurches at a stop, jerking Levi forward when he loses his footing for a split second. Someone shoulders passed him on their way in, knocking him out of place before he can even steady himself from the first blow. His jaw clenches, and today? Levi would classify this as debilitating.

The subway takes off again, Levi losing balance and jerking forward. His arm barely comes up in time to stop him– and at least three other people behind him, from crashing into the back of said unwashed jackass before the subway accelerates again.

“Sorry.” The guy says, steadying him by the shoulder, his touch searing from the discomfort of a random stepping into Levi’s space. His lips curl up in disgust, hand flying up to knock the palm off his shoulder and probably the smile off Blondie’s face.

Well, that would have been the plan if the man hadn’t slipped into a vision on contact, body going slack as his palm rests heavy on his shoulder. His eyes are dilated, blackness swallowing up his irises and fuck, it’s not even 8AM yet and this guy is going to collapse on him the next time the subway stops–

Cursing his luck, Levi holds him up with one hand on his flank– which is quite firm, he notices, and grits his teeth.

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