can i have her back already

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been thinking (probably over thinking, forgive me) about Jensen's comment about D, the "lock it up" one. One theory I've been tossing around. Maybe it was a convo/comment she said, but in different context? RE: more the bearding contract. We know Jared's G stories get confused, but Jensen really keeps the stories to a minimum. Sorry for the rambling. Have a great weekend!

Hello, dear anon!

I can tell you that you’re definitely not alone with that theory. I’ve seen many people discussing it and I’m bound to agree with your assessment. Jensen implies that D was asking him to propose to her and he rushed off to buy an engagement ring for her, but it can also be read as “let’s sign this thing and you can go back to Jared.” Right?

What intrigues me about this exchange especially was that the question was already answered, but Jensen felt the need to add this bit. And like you said, he doesn’t volunteer wife stories that often, so why was this time an exception? Was he pissed off or did he want to draw attention away from Jared’s fumbling response? Whatever the reason was, he certainly gave us quite a bit to chew on.

Thank you for sharing your theory, sweet anon! Don’t worry about over-thinking or rambling here. I do those both on a daily basis, like you’ve probably noticed. ;) Have a relaxing Sunday!

Originally posted by j2journal

“She lost her back legs when she got hit by a car. She’d already been returned to the shelter twice already. She’s a lot of work. It’s almost like having a child. You need to be very patient. You always need to change her diaper. It’s very hard to find a babysitter. But I’ve had her for 1.5 years now and I can’t imagine life without her. Everyone loves Lucy. And Lucy loves everyone. She can’t wag her tail, so I was worried that I’d never know if she was happy. But she tells me with her eyes.”

(Rosario, Argentina)

the signs as women i have known
  • aries: would come to the store i worked at and talk to me about everything under the sun because we were both bored.
  • taurus: has a raspy little voice and loves to tell everyone how wrong they are. eats food more as a hobby and less of a need.
  • gemini: tunnel vision. can talk to you about the complicated physics of time but can't remember the names of most of her coworkers.
  • cancer: talked to my roommate on our porch in the freezing cold about how having his identity stolen was not going to ruin his life and what she can do to help him. the most nurturing person i've ever met.
  • leo: travel buddy. the kind of person you ask a question and she's already googled it for you. calculated and spontaneous at the same time.
  • virgo: diplomatic af. personable and kind. mothered me back to health when i blacked out at a party and ordered all of the ubers.
  • libra: we once bought an entire bottle of vodka, two loaves of bread, and an entire wheel of brie. we went to lush and asked them for all the samples they could reasonably give us.
  • scorpio: witch woman. sold rock grids on etsy for a while. went vegan and was the person who convinced me to switch to using a menstrual cup. owns a bong bigger than her entire torso.
  • sagittarius: told people she had ebola when she was involved with a trial vaccine for the disease just to see the look on peoples' faces.
  • capricorn: can remember every place i've ever asked her for a ride to and how to get there without having to ask for directions.
  • aquarius: had a business degree but could not figure out that the candy store we worked at wasn't doing well because we were surrounded by 7 other candy stores.
  • pisces: self destructive drinker. we both dated the same guy and tried to hate each other but couldn't. we run into each other once every six months or so and have conversations that last hours. we once held a funeral for a dragonfly while we were beyond fucked up.
I love her

(A/N): Just give this man a family already damn 

Request: Can you write something where Steve and the reader are together for a while and they find a baby on a mission or something and the police says they have to take care of it till they find the parents? And Steve doesn’t want to give it back then?

Warnings: nothing other than this tore my heart out


Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

     “(Y/N)!” Steve called out to his teammate as a number of Agents head their way, guns aimed and ready to kill. “Dammit,” He whispers as he charges towards the unsuspecting body, crashing against them in an attempt to save them from the oncoming soldiers, his shield held right in front of them to block any bullets that were thrown their way. From above Sam fires at them, taking them down before any of them could truly hurt Steve or (Y/N). 

   “Be more careful next time,” Steve mutters, his tone harsher than intended. “I don’t want to be carrying your ass back to headquarters dead,” (Y/N) stares at him wide eyed and jaw dropped and Steve is sure they may break down and cry but instead they clench that jaw and their gaze nearly freezes. 

    “I was doing my job Rogers,” (Y/N) mutters through gritted teeth, damn  near seething at the all american man. “And If I die during the line of work then so be it,” 

   “No,” Steve states, shaking his head at (Y/N)’s little comment. “You’re my responsibility and I’m not going to be letting you die on my watch-” 

   “Oh really?” (Y/N) chuckles dryly as they roll their eyes. “I’m your responsibility? Last time I checked you don’t own me, so stop acting like you do,” Steve leaned in, his face dangerously close to (Y/N)’s. 

   “You became my responsibility the minute you decided you loved me,” 

   “Well maybe I should stop then,” Steve pulls back, looking a bit wounded before his expression glazes over with that menacing look again. (Y/N) is sure he’s about to say something so hurtful the two can never recover from it but suddenly, a quiet, albeit painful little cry interrupts their little fight. It was shrill and so quiet in pitch the couple realized that it could only belong to a child, a really small child. 

   “Oh my god,” (Y/N) breathes out, having whipped their head around to the area in which the noise came. Their angry facade immediately melts away as they nearly bolt into the wreckage of their battle, already seeking out those small cries. 

   “Wait (Y/N)!” Steve’s anger has melted away too, replaced by concern for whoever that tiny cry belonged to. By the time Steve catches up (Y/N) is already searching for them, ripping up chunks of metal as though they were nothing, desperately searching for wherever that voice came from. 

   “Where are you?” (Y/N) calls out, snapping up and looking around the battlefield. Another shrill cry followed, followed by a helpless little, 

   ‘Help me,’ Immediately both of them run towards the voice, continuing their little game of marco-polo as they ripped up any debris that could be blocking the child they were looking for. 

   They had been searching for what felt like forever when (Y/N) heard from some ways away, “I’ve got ‘em!” Immediately they charged for Steve’s voice only stopping when they came to a skidding halt beside him. There, wrapped up in his arms was a child, no more than a six years old. Perhaps maybe 4 or five, covered in dust, blood, and gravel. They sobbed against Steve, their little body heaving with each sob. 

   “Shh,” Steve consoled, gently running a gloved hand up and down the child’s back. “It’s okay, you’re okay now, We’ve got you,” This seemed to soothe the child only a bit, their sobs quieting down slightly. 

   “My legs hurt,” They whimper softly, nuzzling into Steve’s neck as though he were their lifeline. 

   “It’s okay, we’re gonna get you home and then we’re gonna patch you up, how ‘bout that?” The child nods against him, humming softly in response. Steve casts (Y/N) a side glance, his eyebrows raised in questioning. 

  “Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees softly, nodding their head in agreement. “Let’s get you cleaned up cutie,” 


    “Nope, we can’t find anything on anyone for a few months at the most,” The police officer shook his head as he sipped away at some nasty coffee. After cleaning the poor kid up they’d taken her (they found out she was a girl after getting her to open up to them a bit) to the police station in hopes of finding their parents but the more they investigated the less hopeful they were starting to become. “We can’t get anything in order until we clean up and even after that god knows how long until we can get everything in order,” 

   “So what do we do?” Steve asks as he turns to look outside the window of the office, staring at the little girl sitting on the bench, swinging her legs merrily. He can’t help but smile at her, giving her a little wave before redirecting his attention to the officer. 

   “Well, we can put her in a foster care system outside the country for awhile, just until we can find her family or until her family calls in, or…” He trails off, scratching at his beard a bit. “You guys could take her in, I’m sure she’d be safe with a couple ‘ole avengers,” Steve seems to brighten at this, perking up slightly as his eyes twinkle with some emotion. 

    “Really? You- You guys would be okay with that?” The police shrugs his shoulders taking another sip of his drink. 

   “Sure, we got nothing else for the kid,” Steve turns to look at (Y/N), a nearly pleading look upon his face. 

   “Please, pretty pretty please?” God, he sounded childish, but he couldn’t care, not with that sweethearts happiness on the line. (Y/N) gives him a side glance, one accompanied by a smirk before they nod, succumbing to his puppy powers. 

    “Fine, but you’re buying all the stuff and-” Steve nearly squealed as he picked (Y/N) up, twirling them around before setting them back down, kissing over their face repeatedly. 

   “Thank you,” He murmurs between kisses, “Thank you so much,” (Y/N) merely smiles, appreciating this one moment of peace between the two of them, no fighting or yelling, no rude comments or anything, just Steve and his pure happiness. 

   “Okay well,” The officer stands, brushing some crumbs off his pants from the bagel he’d eaten a little while ago. “Just grab her and go, no paperwork or anythin’,” Steve smiles, giving the officer a polite head tilt before dragging (Y/N) out of the office and towards the little girl. She smiles at the sight of Steve, her eyes alighting with something (Y/N) could only describe as hope and adoration. 

    “Am I going home?” She asks, her sweet little voice nearly too much to handle. 

    “We were actually thinking,” Steve gives her a smile, his eyes twinkling with that same hope and adoration. “Maybe you can come live with me and (Y/N) for a bit, just until we can get your home rebuilt and stuff,” 

    “So I can come live with Captain America?” The little girl has a wide smile on her face, showcasing all her tiny teeth. 

    “Sure you can,” Steve smiles, reaching out to ruffle her hair a bit. “You can get your own room and everything,” The little girls squeal, launching herself off the bench and into Steve’s arms, nuzzling into his neck excitedly. 

   (Y/N) would never admit it but seeing Steve caring for this kid so sweetly and wonderfully made their heart ache. The two had always wanted a child but with the job occupation it made it rather hard to raise a child safely, so the two had to been putting it off for sometime. Maybe this was like a little test run to see if they were prepared to have kids? This could either go wonderfully and possibly lead to some Rogers babies or it could really wrong and end in tears and hysteria. 


    (Y/N) awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed as a small hand tugged on their dangling fingers. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes (Y/N) yawned, looking over to the side of the bed where Clementine (they’d nicknamed her that because her european name was far too hard for anyone to pronounce) was now standing, staring up at (Y/N) with those damn puppy eyes. 

   “Can I- Can I sleep with you and Steve…please?”

    (Y/N) smiled as they patted the spot beside them, motioning for Clementine to crawl up on the bed and under the covers. She nestles against (Y/N)’s chest, burying her face in the crook of their neck.

    Clementine had been staying with (Y/N) and Steve for a little over a month now and it was by far the best decision the two of them had made. They loved having Clementine around, she was so sweet and so caring that (Y/N) wondered why they didn’t think of taking her in in the first place. 

   Steve absolutely adored Clem, from making her pancakes in the morning to watching crappy disney shows with her at night, this man showed his love in so many different ways. (Y/N) could see the adoration for that little girl in his eyes, the way they’d light up whenever they were together. Or they way he’d hold her, as close to his body as he could as they would watch TV or read. (Y/N) could see it in his smile, the way it shined so brightly when he looked at her or when she said something cute. That man adored that girl and it was by far the sweetest thing they’d ever seen in your entire life. Perhaps that’s why it was so painful for the two them to say their goodbyes, for when Clementine had to finally return to her real family. 


    The three had been eating breakfast, Bacon and eggs, when the doorbell rang. Both (Y/N) and Steve looked at each other in confusion before they swallowed their food and made their way to the door, throwing it open only to be met with the police officer the pair had talked to all those months ago. 

    “Good news,” He smiles, pushing his way into (Y/N)’s home without any invitation. “Found the family you were looking for,” On cue to people, a man and woman, walk in, small smiles on their faces as they look at (Y/N). “They’re here for that little girl,” (Y/N)’s mouth runs dry and they’re sure their heart plummets to thier stomach. So today was the day they were finally going to have to say goodbye. 

   “Um,”(Y/N) clears their throat, giving the parents a nervous smile as they look at them. “This is so sudden,” 

   “It’s been 6 months (Y/N),” The officer states, obviously not in the best of moods. “Where’s the girl so we can get her back home, her siblings dying  to see her,” 

   “Um, uh, Clementine!” (Y/N) calls over their shoulder, much to in shock to actually walk over and grab her. She comes bounding up, a huge smile on her face as she chomps down on some Bacon. 

   “Yes?” She asks happily, not even casting a glance at the people beside them. 

   “There’s some people here to see you,” (Y/N) points to the people ahead of them with the utmost heaviest heart. Clementine looks forward, nearly dropping her food in shock. 

    “Mommy! Daddy!” She cries, jumping up into her father’s arms, nuzzling into his neck. At her words Steve walks into the room, drying his hands on some towel. (Y/N) can see he’s forcing a smile, his laugh lines are drawn tight and his eyes have lost that shine, leaving them dull and watery. 

    “Thank you so much for taking care of her,” The mother whispers, her eyes full of tears as she pets her child lovingly. 

   “It was no problem,” (Y/N) smiles, nodding their head a bit. “It was our pleasure really,” 

   “Well, we better be heading off, gotta find a home for us,” The mom gently boops her daughters nose, causing her to giggle and wrinkle it up, something (Y/N) used to do to Clementine. 

   “Wait,” Clementine whines, wriggling in her father’s grip. “I want to say bye,” Her father nods, putting her on the ground to let her wander back to Steve and (Y/N). She gives Steve a smile, gently clasping his cheeks in her tiny hands, 

Originally posted by luvinchris

    “I’m gonna miss you,” She whispers, squishing his cheeks a bit. 

   “I’m gonna miss you too Clem,” Steve whispers, giving her a long hug, nuzzling his face against her. 

   God he loved that child so much that their goodbye was painful to watch, much less listen to. 

    “Can I come visit you sometimes?” She asks hopefully, smiling against the man that had come to be her second father.  

    “Of course you can,” Steve whispers, his voice nearly cracking in restraint as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. “Every weekend if you’d like, we’ll even pay for it,” (Y/N) nods their head, agreeing to his statement. 

   Steve has to reluctantly let go of her so she can say goodbye to (Y/N), which is just as painful for Steve to watch as it was for (Y/N). The two embrace, talking about the visits before (Y/N) lets go as well, allowing Clem to scurry back over to her parents, giving the two one last smile before they leave, the officer not too far behind. 

    “Steve I’m so-” (Y/N) begins only to stop when Steve turns to them, enveloping them in his arms as he buries his face in their neck, most likely on the verge of tears. 

    “She’s gone,” He whispers, gulping softly. “She’s gone and I’m never going to see her again,” 

    “Steve, she can come visit whenever she likes and-” 

    “I’m not going to get to wake up and make breakfast every morning, I won’t get to stay up and watch Tangled ten times, o-or I won’t get to read her bedtime stories every night-” 

   “Shh, it’s okay Stevie,” (Y/N) presses a kiss to his neck, attempting to soothe the poor man. “Maybe- maybe we can start having kids of our own? Maybe we can adopt or-” 

   “No,” Steve shakes his head, allowing his tears to hit (Y/N)’s skin. “I want a Clementine,” (Y/N)’s heart breaks a little in that moment, seeing how sad and vulnerable Steve was. He had loved that little girl with all his heart and now she’d been ripped away from them, taken right from their fingertips. (Y/N) could only imagine how much pain Steve must have been feeling right now. 

   “I know Steve,” (Y/N) gently runs a hand over his hair, scratching along his neck as they do so. “Me too,”

Y'all know what I'm really ready for in ACOWAR?

Cassian and Azriel to see Feyre again. Yes, the Feysand reunion will be amazing and beautiful and I’ll probably cry for a year.

But y'all. Cassian and Azriel still have no idea Feyre is their High Lady now. And they already respect and love her SO. MUCH. and that is only going to triple when they find out that their best friend’s mate, THEIR friend, the woman who defended Velaris so faithfully, the woman who is the missing puzzle piece of their Inner Circle is now leading them alongside their High Lord and literally sacrificed herself back into the Spring Court where she was so traumatized in order to protect them and their people.

I’m so emo over this. I can’t wait to see their reunion. Where they thank her for what she’s done, where they pledge their loyalty to her as High Lady, where they thank her for bringing the light back into their brother’s eyes.

I just… give me more AzrielxFeyre and CassianxFeyre friendship. Please.

anonymous asked:

so i just need to vent this out but i truly fucking despise Mon-El 'cause he just fucking guilt-tripped Kara into liking him and when that didn't work & she rejected him, he went on and plays fucking victim with his "well you rejected me so its time to move on" dialogue putting blame on Kara for causing him heartbreak while basically shoving into Kara's face that she's easily replaceable by dating her fucking co-worker in like a day. fucking fuck! fuck! omg can he just leave the show already?!

Originally posted by totheskyirise

Anon, you have come to the right blog my g. Vent all you fucking please, I am here to listen, throw salt, and deck bitches with you.

I was so hyped for this episode! M’Gann was back! Vasquez was back! All I need was a little bitta Lucy and Lena and my bitch ass was set. Fuck, even the general premise of the episode looked damned good too.

And then

And then

AND THEN

AND FUCKING THEN

They had to go ahead and ruin is with that rat face looking oik and his manipulation of Kara. I’m not taking this lightly. What Mon-El did was flat out abusive. There’s no way around it. What he did was textbook gaslighting.

Man-Hell confessed his feelings for Kara, and when she didn’t reciprocate he made her feel guilty. Like she was in the wrong. And then Kara began to second guess herself, she wasn’t as happy, and she tried to apologise for not reciprocating his feelings. Then he proceeded to manipulate her with that “well you rejected me so its time to move on” crap that was designed to make her feel bad.

THIS PLOT HAS EXTENDED BEYOND ‘GUILT TRIPPING’ AND HAS MOVED INTO ABUSE TERRITORY

You’re being gaslit (a form of abuse) if:

1. You are constantly second-guessing yourself Kara was constantly second guessing herself that episode about Man-Hell. The whole last scene with Alex was “maybe I do like him” babes you don’t and that’s okay she was second guessing herself so much during that last scene

2. You ask yourself, “Am I too sensitive?” a dozen times a day. This was never explicitly explored, but Kara practically confesses this to Alex implicitly during the last scene that she’s too emotional for her own good (she’s not).

3. You often feel confused and even crazy at work. Kara wasn’t acting like herself at CatCo or the DEO, do I need to bring up the evidence of her snapping the computer or slamming her hand on the DEO desk.

4. You’re always apologizing to your mother, father, boyfriend, boss. Kara was apologising for her behaviour, when she had no reason to be sorry for not reciprocating his fucking feelings. 

5. You can’t understand why, with so many apparently good things in your life, you aren’t happier. KARA WAS NOT HAPPY AT ALL THIS EPISODE FUCKING LOOK AT HER

6. You frequently make excuses for your partner’s behavior to friends and family. Ummmmmmm, do I even need to explain this one? She’s constantly making excuses for Mon-El’s behaviour.

7. You find yourself withholding information from friends and family so you don’t have to explain or make excuses. KARA WITHHELD THE FACT THAT MON-EL KISSED FOR MONTHS BEFORE SHE SPOKE TO ANYONE ABOUT IT. AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG SHE WITHHELD THE ENDING OF 2X10

8. You know something is terribly wrong, but you can never quite express what it is, even to yourself. Again, do I have to mention the bar scene with Alex, and then the end scene with Alex? Because she so obviously couldn’t convey what she was feeling in those scenes, she was tripping over her words left right and centre.

9. You start lying to avoid the put downs and reality twists. Kara keeps lying to Alex about being okay when it is so obvious that she is not o-fucking-kay.

10. You have trouble making simple decisions. Kara couldn’t even decide what drink she wanted at the bar for christ’s sake. 

11. You have the sense that you used to be a very different person - more confident, more fun-loving, more relaxed. KARA LITERALLY HASN’T BEEN HERSELF FOR THE PAST FEW EPISODES. SHE ISN’T AS HAPPY ANYMORE. DID YOU SEE THE PAIN IN HER EYES WHEN SHE WAS TELLING ALEX AND MANHELL

12. You feel hopeless and joyless. Look at how she sounds after that conversation in the bar with ManHell when she begins to talk to M’Gann. She’s so deflated and defeated in that following scene. Not to mention how she looked at the end of 2x10 and 2x11. Those stills break my fucking heart.

13. You feel as though you can’t do anything right. Kara has convinced herself that she’s fucked up with Alex, that she’s fucked up with Winn and that she’d fucked up with James. 2x11 was Kara thinking she’s fucked up which is why no one will celebrate her earth birthday with her.

14. You wonder if you are a “good enough” girlfriend/ wife/employee/ friend; daughter. Again, not explicit, only implicit, Kara feels like she isn;t good enough for anyone to celebrate her earth birthday with. 

15. You find yourself withholding information from friends and family so you don’t have to explain or make excuses. KARA WITHHELD THE FACT THAT MON-EL KISSED FOR MONTHS BEFORE SHE SPOKE TO ANYONE ABOUT IT BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T WANT TO HURT MANHELL’S *FEELINGS*

EPISODE 2X11 IS A TEXTBOOK EXAMPLE OF KARA BEING GASLIT BY MON-EL.

I’m distraught to say the least. This is a disgusting, vile, toxic, unhealthy rapport the writers are creating between Mon-El and Kara. It isn’t cute. It’s isn’t *goals*. It’s literally textbook definition abuse. This is a show that embraces the empowerment of women, yet it has sidelined it’s female lead, isolated her from the other characters and enforced this hetero mayo frat boy onto her so so she’ll cling to him for dear life because God forbid Kara Danvers wants a fucking friend instead of a damn love interest.

I’m worried for all of the abuse survivors watching the show. Having to watch the CW validate and encourage this gross behaviour. I worry for the current victims of abuse (like myself), witnessing Kara going through what they’re going through, and seeing Kara’s friends and family condone what’s happening to her. Encouraging her to remain in that environment. It’s sickening and it’s damaging and it’s fucking dangerous.

If you’re watching Supergirl right now, and you’re thinking to yourself what’s happening to Kara is happening to me

You an amazing, beautiful individual who deserves to be loved and who has done nothing wrong. You are not to blame. If you think you’re being gaslit, here are some links that you might find helpful. (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

YouTube Channels You Can Watch Other Than JonTron

Nitro Rad (Canadian video game commentator who is precious)

SomeCallMeJohnny (actual laid back dude talks about video games. I know. Shocking. I wanna have coffee and chat with this guy someday.)

Shan Boody (click-baity titles, but actually entertaining sex educator for young adults)

Nerdy and Quirky (Sabrina is delightfully nerdy and I love her jokes)

The ThomCast (I find this guy talking about his comic work kinda inspiring because it makes me keep going)

Innuendo Studio (did a BRILLIANT multi-part video about GamerGate and what we can learn from its garbage. His videos deal with pop culture, psychology, and games)

Caddicarus (You probably know about him and his game reviews already)

Animal Wonders Montana (animal rescue nonprofit organization that shares videos about their animals and how to care for them)

Sexplanations (Sex education!)

The Good Stuff (short-form documentaries about anything from pinball to haunted houses to solar energy)

BoyInABand (British guy who occasionally makes great music, when he’s not talking about whatever he wants to talk about)

Olan Rogers (his stories ALWAYS make me laugh, and make a bad day better)

WheezyWaiter (comedian and EXCELLENT video editor)

Andrew Huang (does lots of music with household objects, and sometimes talks about how he writes music)

100 Days (Watch John Green be terribly out of shape in the gym but get better over time, along with his buddy Chris. Community tab’s where it’s at)

Thomas Sanders (he does more than Vines)

Brows Held High (Thanks to my buddy Sean, for showing me this insightful review channel)

Reblog with your own channel recommendations!

Request:
could you pleaaasee write an imagine where dan’s doing a live show and y/ n joins in and dan sort ofjust dazes at them as their talking to his younow audience and the comments blow up about heart eyes howell and then they share a cute lil moment with everyone watching??? thanks!

A/N:I am so sorry that it’s so short, the next one is going to be longer I promise
~•~

Dan looks down on his phone, and then back at the screen of his computer:“It’s already 11pm, and I guess some of you have school tomorrow.”,he runs a hand through his hair and can see how the comments start to focus on his ‘Hobbit Hair’ :“So now I’m going to do 5 more minutes, but then I’m going to watch anime or something.”

He looks at the comments and isn’t realising that his girlfriend,Y/N, comes into the room.
She goes up to him as quietly as she can and holds a finger on her mouth
And then, with a loud ‘BOO’ she jumps right next to his chair.

“HOLY MOTHER OF-MY GOD Y/N!”,he screams and Y/N starts to laugh hysterically while the comments explode once again.
Now every second one is about the face he made.

“Yeah haha funny.”,he says ironically and looks in the camera of his computer:“haha.. shut up..”

Y/N gives her boyfriend a soft kiss on his cheek and starts to look on the comments.

At first Dan and Y/N thought that the Phandom would hate her,
but they didn’t.
To be honest it seems like most of them are truly appreciate what you do for him and Phil.

“How are you?”,Y/N reading one comment out loud:“Well today was a little bit stressful, but-”

Dan cant help himself so he stares at her.
His brown eyes trail from her eyes down to her pink lips, and back up.
In this entire universe there’s nothing-and when he says nothing then there’s really nothing- more prettier than her.

And he don’t know why, but he starts to think about their first meeting in the supermarket.
She talked about her roommate, and how she kept eating all of her Cereal.
And Dan knew immediately that she’s the one for hi-

“Dan?”,a voice brings him back into reality:“Is everything alright?”
Her eyes are locked with his and instead of giver her a answer, he just stares at her.

The following silence is comfortable, and after a few minutes Y/N looks back at the computer.
With red cheeks she sees that everyones just writing one sentence.

“ Heart Eyes Howell.”

Ruby Rose Kisses (Almost) Every Girl


A/N
: Exactly what it says on the tin. Each girl gets a little separate ficlet.

Ruby/ [Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora, Pyrrha, Velvet, Coco, Cinder, Neo, Salem, Glynda, Emerald, Winter, Reese, Arslan, May, Melanie, Miltia, Penny, Neon, Ciel, Amber, Raven]

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Let’s go!




Weiss

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering how single-mindedly she’d tried to claim Neptune. When Weiss wanted something she was relentless. And when dealing with Ruby, she was needlessly sharp.

She held Ruby under her chin, tilting her head back. Blue eyes narrowed, not necessarily out of anger or displeasure.  Even so, Ruby felt like she’d already disappointed her somehow.

“Can I kiss you?” Weiss asked, and Ruby nearly had a stroke. Not trusting her voice, she nodded. So Weiss leaned down, the touch clean and methodical, yet intimate.

Weiss let out a long breath, eyes slowly opening to fix her with a piercing stare.


Blake

It was the most natural thing in the world. They slept snuggled up together under the same blanket. Ruby’s nose crinkled. The sharp spine of a hardcover pressed into her forehead until she nudged it off the edge of the bed.

Turning around, she blinked and wondered how many people had seen Blake this peaceful. Catching the faunus unguarded happened very rarely. As if sensing her thoughts, Blake stirred, reaching out and bapping her palm against Ruby’s face.

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You know what would be amazing?

Because we know Felicity digging into Pandora is going to have bad consequences. She’s already dealing with Havenrock and Billy’s death on her conscience. She’s toeing lines she hasn’t before. She’s dancing with darkness and it’s on the verge of consuming her. 

I want that to be the moment when she has this conversation with the person who always has and still can harness the light inside her.

Felicity: I didn’t know, Oliver. Back then, I was a completely different person, and I had no idea that something like this was even…. possible. I couldn’t have imagined. 

Felicity: When I decided to stay in Star City, I made a vow to myself to never let anything like Havenrock happen again.

Oliver: What’s happening now is not your fault.

Felicity: Yes, it is. I have failed this city. All I ever wanted to do was honor those people.

Oliver: You honor the dead by fighting. And you’re not done fighting.

Oliver: Malcolm Merlyn, Slade, The Clock King, Damian Darhk- everyone who’s tried to hurt this city, you stopped them. 

Oliver: And you will stop Prometheus.

Felicity: I don’t know how.

Oliver: Neither do I. But I do know two things.

Oliver: You’re not alone. 

Oliver: And I believe in you.

(I need this parallel. Of when Oliver was at his lowest and she gave him the light. I need her to be in the dark and Oliver to give her the light. I need this conversation to happen. I need him to give her a hug. And then I need them to kick some ass)

If there are a part that I love about of the Cophine reunion in season four is this one.
The way that they look at each other in the distance. Their faces in shock says everything.
At first I had the thought that Delphine knew about that Cosima was alive (The eye implant theory) But now, looking at Delphine with that shock in her face I can’t say the same. Cosima already had the spot on that Delphine could be alive thanks to Kristal.

But Delphine? Alone and wounded in a freaky island, inside of the womb of the beast, working for the enemy like a prisioner…
What could she knows? I have the idea of her being haunted by the memories, by the nightmare of Cosima’s death not knowing that her chérie is still alive.

This sounds like a freaking fanfic but the true is that Delphine was back to life in the moment that she saw her love again in that campament.

And…   I can’t with my heart …

On the Case Files

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Request: NO

Warnings: major smut

Summary: After a long week on a case, the team returns home, all tired and ready for a good seven hours of sleep, but Reid has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so he just decides to do the reader on top of her case files. Features really horny Spencer and public sex. You’re welcome

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

“Anyone up for dinner?” Emily asked as soon as everyone was back inside the bullpen that night.  The case had taken all week, and it was a relief to be back home.  

“Em, it’s already ten o’clock.  I’d love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” JJ replied, walking into her office to retrieve the rest of her belongings.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to second that.  But thanks for the offer,” Morgan said to her.

“Reid, how about you and y/n?” Emily asked across her desk.  

“I think we’ll pass,” Spencer replied.  He sat down at his desk and fired up his computer.  “I still have something I need to finish anyways.”

You looked over at Emily.  “Thanks, Em,” you told her.  She smiled and bid the rest of the team goodbye as Hotch and Rossi were both long gone.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.  Make sure this kid gets a good night’s sleep,” Morgan said to you as he patted your boyfriend on his back.

“I will,” you replied with a smile.

Soon, JJ was out the door as well and it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen.  You decided to sit down at your desk to go through some case files that JJ had given you to review as she couldn’t really decide which ones to present to the team.  You were always a big help to her with that.

It wasn’t long before you felt an arm slither around your neck, holding you tightly.  You smiled while continuing to look over the files.  But it was hard to focus when you could feel Spencer’s lips against your neck.

“Spence what are you doing?” you asked with a confused smile.

“I need you,” he whispered against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“Spencer,” you warned him.  But his hand inched down to your chest, slightly cupping each breast.  “Spencer!” you yelled, swatting his hands away.  “There cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, continuing his assault to your neck.  You sighed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked at the flesh below your ear.

“Spence, I’m serious.  If Garcia is still here, she’ll see us,” you told him, but you weren’t making a move to stop him.

“She’s gone, and I can delete the footage,” he promised as he grabbed your chair and swung it around so you were facing him.  In no less than two seconds, he hauled you out of your chair and onto your desk, on top of the case files you still needed to go through completely.  “I need you right now,” he admitted, attacking your lips with his.

He was hardly ever as horny as he was right now, and you had to admit that it was really turning you on.  And the thought of him taking you in the middle of the bullpen made it so much hotter.

His tongue was greedily exploring your mouth, and although you wanted to push him away, his savory taste, as addicting as it was, made you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  Your legs tightened their grip around his waist, and you instantly felt his excitement protruding from his pants.  You moved hips forward to meet his, gaining you a pleasure moan from your boyfriend.

His hands were greedy as they roamed every inch of your body until he eventually had one arm wrapped completely around your back to hold you as close to him as possible, and the other was at your core, rubbing roughly against the fabric of your pants.  You moaned against his mouth in response to his eager hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered into your open mouth.  “You’re soaking through your pants.”

Who knew sex in a public place could do that to you?

You moved your hands to undo his fly just as he began to undo yours.  About a minute ago, you wanted to shove Spencer away, but now you were too incredibly turned on to stop, and you knew you wanted him just about as much as he wanted you.

You could hear the case files beneath you crinkle and you knew JJ was going to wonder how the hell they got so messed up, but you didn’t care in that moment.

Spencer finally had your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.  You were still trying to shove his off, but it became harder to do anything when his hand was suddenly inside your panties, gathering your juices onto his fingers.  He stopped kissing your and leaned back, taking his hand from your panties and putting your arousal against your lips, prompting you to suck the taste of yourself off his fingers.  His mouth was opened slightly in awe of what he was watching and you instinctively pulled your legs closer to you, causing his erection to press against your core yet again.

You moaned at the taste of yourself and looked him right in the eyes, slowing beginning to rub yourself on him, making his arousal grow with every small thrust.

His eyes were hungry as they watched you slurp up the last of your slickness.

You were both panting by this point.  There was nothing sexier in the world to you than what was currently happening in the BAU bullpen.

“Do you wanna taste?” you asked him in a low voice.  His eyes lit up at your invitation and to answer your question, he knelt down to face your center, wasting no time to remove your panties and lick clean up your lips, making you moan some more.  

He usually took his time when it came to sex, foreplay was his favorite thing about the bedroom.  Teasing you was his forte, but right now, all he wanted - all he needed - was you and he felt he had no time at all.

You placed each of your legs onto his shoulders to give him a better angle.  His tongue was circling around your clit while his fingers entered you without warning.  His movements were rough as he retracted his fingers and shoved them back inside of you, repeating the process over and over again.  Your moans got louder and louder as you approached your climax, and it took over you with one final thrust of his fingers, hitting you in just the right spot.  You held onto the table underneath you to keep yourself from falling backwards, but that didn’t matter because no later than you came did Spencer remove his fingers from your core and stand up, fully discarding his pants and releasing his erect member from his boxers.

“I love you,” he said in a rush as he connected his mouth to yours once more before thrusting into you without so much as a warning.  You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he kept his movements rough and quick.  The only sounds in the room were those of your loud moans and skin against skin.  You didn’t want to think about how messy the files under you were, so you started to thrust along with Spencer, meeting the rhythm of his hips, a large slap each time your cores met together again.

The cameras were surely picking up every moment of your scandalous activities, and it only made you feel more excited with every breath that became shorter and harder to take.  

It didn’t take long for Spencer to climax, releasing himself inside of you with every thrust.  His moans against your mouth were enough to send you over the edge once more, releasing for a second time within the matter of minutes.

Riding out your highs together, you kissed each other, open mouthed and messy.  

You finally reopened your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.  His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty forehead.  You couldn’t imagine what you looked like.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” you asked him with a sleepy smile.  He chuckled in response and removed himself from you, pulling his boxers back up to his hips.  You sat for a moment on the case files, bare from your waist down, wondering what you were going to say when JJ saw them.

“I’ll reprint those for you,” Spencer said as if reading your mind.

You looked up to the ceiling and winced as you pointed to the camera that was fixated right on your desk, signalling that it captured every moment.  Spencer looked up to see what you were pointing at and although his face grew red with realization, he smirked and disappeared through Penelope’s door to delete the footage of you two fucking on your desk and a pile of file folders.

While he was gone, you put your clothes back on and mentally cursed at yourself seeing the damp files.  They were covered in your climax, and although the thought of it was arousing, the sight was slightly disgusting.  You laughed slightly as you picked up each ruined folder and disposed of them into the trash just as Spencer returned from Garcia’s lair.

His smile was all too mischievous as he grabbed his things.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked, gathering your own things.

He said nothing but simply held up a flash drive.  You rolled your eyes with a smile and reached for it, slipping it into your purse.  No way were you going to let him hold onto that.

“I love you, too,” you said as you walked hand in hand out of the bullpen.

pinky promise

request: can you write something about Harry’s girlfriend throwing him a surprise 23rd birthday party with all his friends and he gets v drunk and just loves her a lot

no warnings.

“Love, do we have to go out tonight? I just want to stay home with you.” I smiled when I felt Harry’s arms go around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

“We already made reservations.” I turned in his arms, “Don’t be so lame, it’s gonna be fun, I promise. Besides, you won’t get to see your family next week since we’re flying back to L.A. and you know they want to see you for your birthday.“

"You’re right.” He kissed me briefly on the mouth, “Come on then.” He said, tugging me by the hand.

I smiled to myself as we left his flat, knowing that he had absolutely no clue what was waiting for him at the restaurant.

“What are you so happy about today?” Harry asked as we got out of the car.

I shrugged, “There’s lots to be happy about. Like how my boyfriend is the best guy in the world.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Stop being so corny you’re making me uncomfortable.” I laughed and he pulled me in his arms, kissing me again, “I feel the same way about you, you know.” He said tucking a hair behind my ear.

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Would Never Call It Love | 4

Highly requested, this is way long overdue. But I’m back and healthy and happy. Can’t wait to write more for you guys. Enjoy. 1 2 3 . Masterlist in my bio.

Chapter based on this quote: “How am I suppose to go back when I know you have already replaced me…”

Calum’s POV

I fucked up.

I left her.

I told her I didn’t love her, and steered her into the wrong guys arms. 

It hurt my chest and made my lungs collapse picturing them in my head, in the same bed, Ashton hovering above her. The look on her face got me the most. Not even the fact that Ashton was close to cumming inside of her. Her eyes shot out of her head with visible veins showing through. Her shoulders tensed underneath Ashton’s arms, her collarbones becoming more prominent in fear. Her face began to show both colors of blue and red, from being embarrassed and from holding her breathe too long. It broke me, seeing her broken.

And now I stand, at 3 am outside the hotel building, with a lit cigarette in hand, and the cold wind creating dry patches and red marks on my face. The smoke blew seamlessly into the night time air, creating swirls for me to watch and keep my mind off of the situation. I took one too many puffs, one after the other, the swelling feeling in my throat becoming too much to take in, causing me to starting coughing loudly. The smoke scratched at my lungs each time I coughed, tears now forming in my eyes painfully. As my hand came up to my chest as a gesture, someone’s voice in front of me interrupted. 

“You need some help?” It was calm. Raspy. Quiet. I immediately dropped my cigarette and stomped it out with my toes, then wiped my now red eyes. She was wearing a flannel that had the first two buttons undone, some baggy sweatpants, and her hair pulled into a truly messy bun. Not the cute ones most girls wore to give them the ‘natural’ look, but more of a bun where you couldn’t tell where strands ended or started, they all just stuck out everywhere ready to collapse. Her arms were crossed, and I looked straight into her eyes. They were droopy, with light bags forming underneath them. She had been crying, a lot I assumed from how red her cheeks were. But then again, maybe it was just the cold.

I gathered my strength and leaned back against the building, putting my hands deep into my pockets. “Not from you no.”

“Calum, don’t shut me out again. Please…let me talk…” She whispered with a cracking voice. She stepped forward coming closer to me, and my body’s first reaction was to back up even further against the wall, but no amount of energy I had could do that. I had to stand there defensively and stomach enough courage to hear her out.

“You fucked Ashton. You fucked my best friend. You fucked my roommate, my band mate. My brother.” I tried to stare anywhere else but directly in front me. Or else I’d get lost in those big orbs of light brown that captured my attention flawlessly. “You left me that day in my apartment, in nothing but my underwear, telling me that you didn’t love me. All you keep doing, is hurting me. You’re trying so hard to fight and fix us but Y/N…there was nothing else to fix. There was nothing there for us to mend and put back together. Like you said, all we are is fuck buddies.” I tried to push past her, but the sound of her pleading voice made me stop before I reached the hotel door.

“I’ll let you go.”

I turned around stunned, but it didn’t show on my face. I only ran a hand threw what little hair I had, in frustration. Hearing those words was even more painful than seeing her in pleasure that was caused by my best friend. Because this meant that Y/N and I were completely over. That there was no hope left for us. That we were utterly, and painfully, ruined.

“I didn’t come down here to win you back, or say I love you and kiss you and make everything better. That’s not realistic Calum.” I could tell it was breaking her to say these words to me. She wiped a few tears before speaking again. “I realized about an hour ago that we’re both messed up people with none of our shit figured out. If we did, then we’d be together right now. Not friends with benefits, not just someone we call to fuck and then leave. We’d be peacefully falling asleep together at night, and waking up to our morning breathes at 8 am.” I slightly scuffed at her comment. “I mean, shit it took me one month of pure heart break and loneliness without you to realize that I loved you, and you were perfectly happy and moved on. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you Calum. All you ever did was make me happy. Sure, it stings. It hurts. It really really fucking makes me sick. But when you love someone, you realize that their own needs come before your own.” She walked towards me slowly, reaching her hand down to intertwined with mine. I didn’t stop it, but only looked down at the ground, squeezing as hard as I could. This would be the last time I’d get to ever hold this hand, a hand I held for reassurance and guidance, for closeness and protection. 

She softly smiled, but it was a sad one. She knew she was leaving me for good.

“I knew I was going to need to leave you sooner or later. I just always hoped that that wouldn’t be an option anymore. There’s was always a glimmer of hope in me that said we’d make it. That no matter what, we’d get through whatever we were going through. But I was wrong.” Her lip started quivering, built up hot tears dragging down her swollen cheeks. I clenched my fist to stop me from wiping them off of her face.

“This is what’s best Calum. No more sneaking around, no more running off to be with each other, no more intimacy. We both have someone waiting for us in this hotel, someone who could potentially be very good for us. I don’t want you wasting your time on me, when she deserves so much better from you.” She reached up to kiss my cheek softly. I bit my lip and looked the other direction as she pulled away. This was it. No going back, no do over’s. 

“I love you Calum.” She whispered, and disconnected herself from me, pulling open the hotel doors and sliding in to get to the elevators. I didn’t watch her. Knowing me, I would’ve ran and grabbed her to stop her.

Y/N’s POV

5 minutes later I walked into Ashton’s hotel room again, baby snores escaping his lips. I stood propped up on the bedroom door frame, watching admiringly. He heard the floor creak and lifted his head up slowly, his eyes struggling to open.

“Go back to bed big guy, I’m joining you.”

Calum’s POV

I walked into my hotel room with her quietly sitting on the bed flipping through TV channels. She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back on the screen. Clearly we’d be having a talk about this in a few hours, but right now all we cared about getting the most amount of sleep possible before being woken up to hit up the next venue.

I shrugged off my shirt before climbing into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. If I wrapped around her waist, it’d be too much of a familiar feeling.

No POV

Neither Y/N nor Calum felt completely comfortable and safe with the other person they were in bed with. Sadly, they were settling. That is…for now at least.


This was kind of a shit chapter for being back after weeks so I’m very sorry. Message or inbox me ideas you’d like to see if you guys would like a part 5! 

For any of my followers that are up right now I have a favor to ask. Can ya’ll all watch the show Pitch if you’re not already watching it? This show is so good and I don’t it canceled because there aren’t enough views. The protagonist is an African American woman who is 3-dimensional, such a complex back story!! I mean all the characters have a complex back story and are all so interesting. I promising you guys that none of these characters will bore you. In the show Ginny Baker, the protagonist, is the first female MLB player. I’m absolutely made speechless by this show. Every week I get sucked into her world and the other characters and wish I never had to leave.

  • Maggie: *puts handcuffs on Lena* Your under arrest Ms.Luthor.
  • Lena: *chuckles* Well doesn't this bring back memories, ehh detective.
  • Maggie: *smirks* Ooh yeah.
  • Kara: What, you mean Maggie's arrested you before Lena?
  • Lena: In a way.
  • Kara: What do you mean in a-ooh.*glares* Oooh.
  • Maggie: *blushes* ...Ahem As I was saying you have the right to remain silent-
  • Lena: You said that last time too. *winks*
  • Kara: *breaks chair*
  • Maggie: *sweats* Not helping Luthor.
  • Lena: *smirks* Last I checked you liked-
  • Maggie: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE MS.LUTHOR AWAY ALREADY?!!!
  • Kara: *glares* Stay away from my girlfriend. *flies off*
  • Maggie: *falls to her knees and calls Alex* Babe, your sister is scary as fuck.
Care of Magical Creatures (Newt Scamander x Gryffindor Reader)

A/N: I’m most likely gonna make a part 2 for this

Request: anonymous asked:Can you do some newt scamander x Gryffindor reader imagines? Like he could have a crush on the reader and is too shy to tell her but she already knows. I’d like some smut too but it doesn’t have to be if you’re not comfortable with writing that.


You first met Newt in Care of Magical Creatures class back in first year, but you had never really spoken to him until now, as the Professor had just paired you up with him. He desperately looked around to find Leta, who smiled encouragingly and mouthed “go talk to her!” Obviously, Leta knew all about his small (huge) crush as he always babbled to Leta about everything. He’d fancied you for a few years, ever since the middle of second year when he properly started noticing you when you had won the winning goal for your Gryffindor Quidditch team. It had started as a small crush and developed into something huge.

“Hey!” You greeted whilst taking out your quill and a spare bit of parchment for note taking, like the teacher had instructed.

“H-H Hello…” He stammered back. Newt had a habit of mumbling words and stuttering in front of those he felt nervous around, and you made him extremely nervous. The professor had told you to answer some revision questions with your partner to study for the upcoming test and you were the one doing most of the talking. When you saw Newt from afar, he was always a chatterbox who was mostly seen talking to Leta Lestrange or a professor. But for some reason, he seemed to hardly talk to you, and you were wondering if you had done something wrong.

“So…. the hippogriff eats just large insects, right?” You asked, and started writing it down, when Newt spoke for the first time.

“No, um… they also eat small mammals, such as ferrets” He spoke softly and wouldn’t have heard it unless you were listening intently.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, my mother’s a hippogriff breeder” He said, while fiddling with the quill in his hand and looking down. You noticed he hardly ever made eye contact with you, and mostly always faced another way. You tried to think of saying something that would break the ice and make him more comfortable with you.

“Really? That sounds like an exciting job!” He noticed your voice sounded genuinely kind, and not sarcastic at all.

Slowly, but surely, he broke out of his shell little by little and by the end of the class, you both were having a deep conversation about the Arizonian Thunderbirds. He was still a little scared to talk to you. All the hours he spent thinking of what he would say to you had been forgotten immediately, but instead he was glad you both had something in common, you both were fascinated by magical creatures. You stopped him just before he was leaving.


“Are you planning on going to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” You asked and Newt’s heart was thumping harder. “Because I was thinking of meeting up and studying a little longer? I noticed my knowledge of Fwoopers isn’t very strong, and you didn’t understand Murtlaps too well, so I was thinking we could both help each other study?”“Uh yeah, sure,” he stuttered again, “Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at One?” You nodded and went to your next class. Leta walked up to Newt with a mischievous grin on her face.“I believe Y/N just asked you out on a date!” She presumed and giggled along with him.“We’re only studying!” Newt replied but the smile on his face didn’t really seem to leave all day.

Dear Elena, this might be my last entry. There may be no tomorrow. So the present I’m giving myself this Christmas is the present. Today. To get the twins back, I made a deal to the devil. At midnight, I have to leave my life behind, even though I just pledged to Caroline forever. If I can’t find a way out of this, please remind her I tried. I did everything I could to get back to her.
—  Stefan Salvatore begging future Elena Gilbert to tell Caroline Forbes he fucking tried to come back to her

god just thinking about the “i didn’t say it back” scene in the locker room???? i can honestly imagine stiles being so surprised, but also confused. i can see him saying “you don’t have to say it back” and going on a mini rant about how he loves her, and how he always has. about how she’s been the love of his life since he realized what love is. but he’s also okay with them being friends, because he’d rather have lydia in his life than not. either way, he doesn’t want to lose her. so he tells her she doesn’t have to say it back, not because he already knows – but because he doesn’t want her to lie to him to make him feel better about it. but then lydia just smiles and tells him to shut up and runs up and kisses him and tells him she loves him too aND OH, THERE GOES MY HEART

I work at a Gas station, convenient store. What ever you want to call it. And we only have two registers. Not a big deal. The stores that that big and doesn’t get that many ppl where we would need more. I’m newer. I’ve only worked less than a month maybe ten times total. I’m a closer. 8- 2am.

I work with the same assistant manager every time and I love her. She taught me ever thing. She’s in the back room doing a cash count cuz it’s almost midnight and we close then and do all our other shit after that.

Of course we get a good handful of ppl in. Nothing I can’t handle. I take a few deep breathes and power thru it. We have a sign that says please use other register on one and I’m at the other.

This lady stands at the empty one for a good five mins while I check people out. She could have been gone already but no. She just stands there. Once I done I go over there thinking what ever it just the other end of the counter. No biggie. She then asked what took so long and why both weren’t open.

Like I’m the on,y one out here. Literally the only employee on the floor. Who else could run it? A damn ghost?

So I simply said that my coworker was doing paperwork in the back room and I was able to handle everything here. She then huffs and said that I was shit at my job if I think I handled customers well.

Like what?

You’re the one who stood here waiting to get checked out by ghost worker not me. I did my damn job. I just smiled and told her to have a lovely evening. But gods forbid this lady to just leave. No she needed the last word. She turned around and said that it was practically morning now and I needed to learn to read a clock.

I was done. This lady ruined my night. I should have just stayed quiet and let her leave but I’m a petty asshole after my shift and I wanted to leave. So I walked around the counter pulled the keys out of the hole and to,d her that I did know how to read a clock and it says the store is closed now. So please leave. She huffed again and told me I was rude for kicking her. A paying customer out. I smiled and told her to please get out and opened the door for her. I then slammed the door when she left and forcibly locked it. Smiled and waved as she drove away.

Long story short this dumb ass went to the empty register and then complained that I didn’t do my job when I was on the other one. I’m a petty asshole who kicked her out.