made my night

same person who submitted about being kept working bc my employers don’t have a replacement for me, even tho they’ve had two months to look; but this is a good story!!

so where i work, we’re open for lunch monday through saturday, and then for dinner wednesday through friday. because wednesday and thursday nights are so slow, only one of us works at a time while the other’s on call if it gets busy. i usually work wednesday night but traded with the manager for thursday (tonight’s thursday the 16th) so i could spend more time with my girlfriend while she was in town. 

it’s generally even slower when i work by myself, no matter what day it is, because i don’t have a car, and customers are used to seeing the boss and manager’s cars parked outside when we’re open, so if there’s no cars outside they assume we’re closed??? even if all FOUR signs say open and all the lights are on and i’m by the window rolling silverware and i literally meet their eyes as they drive by??? and then they’ll come in for lunch the next day asking why we weren’t open?????? which that’s another thing i could rant all night about but anyway. because customers are either too stupid to read the open signs or all the customers hate me and try to avoid the nights i work, sometimes i’ll literally have no one come in for dinner. if i don’t have anyone i’m supposed to let the manager know that no one’s been in and i’ll close early. tonight was one of those nights, where it reached 7pm and no one had come in. i started cleaning up and i was almost done when someone called. UURGH. he wanted to know if we were open. i’m like “yup, we’re open until 8 :)))” like really stressing that so if he wanted to come in and eat he’d come in before closing time.

he turns up about 10 minutes later with a friend and his son. i go through the motions, take their order, etc. i’m kind of zoning out (for lack of a better word) because i was tired, and kind of miffed that i wouldn’t get to go home early, and really miffed that i had to re-dirty the cleaning utensils i’d just washed… i was expecting these guys to keep me there all night like our regulars do, so i was getting to be in a bad mood, but i was still polite. but all while i’m making their food, i can hear the little boy (maybe 2? i’m really bad with guessing child ages, but he knew how to say a few works and could feed himself for the most part) laughing and gurgling which is adorable. i’m not maternal or anything but i love the happy giggly sounds kids make. when i got their food out, each time i set something down the little guy would go “oooooh!” like he was so freaking impressed with the salads and the chopped up hamburger patty i made for him. just…precious boy

the two adults ate really quickly and got a doggy bag for the rest of the kid’s burger. all together they probably spent 20 minutes in the restaurant. while the two guys were finishing their beer they gave the little boy a few fries to munch on, and he ended up dropping one. i swear i heard angels sing when the friend picked it up. i’m sure my other food service workers know just how bad parents are at picking up their children’s messes, but this guy picked up everything the kid dropped.

the dad had a salad and gave the packet of crackers to the son. while he was up paying the little boy was pointing at all of us with the crackers, trying to say “crackers” (it came out sounding like “gecko” aaah!!!!!!) and then suddenly stopped saying it. then he pointed at the friend, the friend said “crackers” and the little boy smiled. then he pointed at me with the crackers, i said “crackers” and he started laughing. he did that a few times and he acted like it was the best thing ever, and it was the cutest thing i’ve seen a kid do since i started working food service. omg and then once when he pointed at me i mimicked the way he was saying crackers (like “gecko”) and he looked so confused like i’m sorry little man i meant crackers

oh, and the dad tipped me 25%!!!! that NEVER happens!! we’re lucky if people tip 10%. most leave 5%

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Happy Ending Sterek Fics (by request)

1. Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

2. Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

3. I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

4. Worlds Apart by siny

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

5. UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

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Clexa AU | Inhale You

“Read Plot Below. I do not own any of the clips or music or anything!!! All rights reserved to their owners.

So Lexa and Clarke have been together since they were teenagers. They were each other’s first kisses, first loves, first everything. Clarke grows up to be a artist and Lexa grows up to be a CEO of a million dollar cutthroat company. 

They live a beautiful life until one day when one of Lexa’s competitors abduct Clarke and attack her to try and get back at Lexa for not accepting their business offer. 

Black and white scenes are Lexa looking back on her and Clarke’s life together while waiting for news on Clarke’s condition in the hospital. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments. If you’d like me to make any other Clexa AU videos sound off in the comments as well!”

Black Eyes and Bruised Hearts

Written for: @destielonfire ♥♥
Prompt:  I would really love a destiel drabble please ^^ can you do my absolute fav trope: enemies to lovers, maybe mixed with the soumate trope?
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 2,820
Tags/Warnings: enemies to lovers, soulmate AU, injuries, bar fights, drunkenness, happy ending

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Dean was happy to drown his bad day with several beers and more than his fair share of fingers of whiskey. He had always thought that making a business of his enjoyable hobby would be the best thing that happened to him – except people were picky and people were hurtful when things didn’t go their way and people didn’t seem to want to pay Dean what he was owed for the time he spent on their restorations. So he was angry and most of the way to drunk and he knew Benny, the bartender, was giving him the eyebrow as he scowled into the fizz of his beer. He really wasn’t up for caring though, and only huffed at Benny as he handed him a glass of water along with his next beer.

The bar was heating up with the amount of people standing around and chatting. Dean sighed as he stood up and headed outside to get some fresh air. His step was wobbly as he navigated the people and it was only when he felt a shoulder bump into him, spilling his drink down his shirt that he stopped, turned and socked the first guy he saw, assuming it’d be the guy who knocked him.

The guy went down hard, clutching his face and wasn’t able to catch himself as he knocked into a table on the way down.

“Dean!” Someone yelled behind him. The pain in his knuckles seemed to sober him up some and he realised that the rest of the bar had gone silent around him, only the soft tune of atmosphere music was still playing. There was a hand gripping his upper arm, stopping him from going at the guy again.

The guy was completely floored, clutching his side with one hand and his eye with the other. Dean breathed heavily as he forced himself to loosen his fist at his side.

“Dean? C’mon brother, we don’t need none of that in ‘ere.” There was a tug at his arm but Dean didn’t move, he just stood and stared at the guy on the floor, shocked with himself more than anything. It wasn’t like Dean to lose his cool over such a minor thing.

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Not a fuck anyone, just something that I thought was cute :)

Yesterday a little girl, maybe 8 years old, came into our store (it’s a frozen yogurt shop and it was completely empty because of the weather) with her serious-looking dad (muscular, shaved head, apparently in the military). And she was jumping around and excitedly telling me about her day (apparently her school was on lockdown for two hours but she was fine with it because she got to miss computer lab which is her least favorite class). She was really happy and outgoing and articulate and honestly adorable. So I chatted with her for a bit before I had to go do something in the back.

Our store has a security camera on top of a TV screen that shows that security feed and when I came back out to the front of the store the little girl was sort of crazily dancing for the security camera. I laughed a bit then went to the back again, and the next time I came out to the front, her serious, military dad was dancing just as crazily for the security camera. I can’t even describe how ridiculous he looked. I just started DYING laughing and he stopped as soon as he heard me and then the little girl started teasing him. It was just overall really cute and those two basically made my day. I hate this job like 90% of the time but some of the customers make it better.

A nice older customer was wearing a pretty crocheted scarf, and I told her I liked it. The next time I saw her, she had two scarves and she handed me one. Apparently she had made it for me while I was out sick. Since I live at a homeless shelter that was just without hot water for two weeks in the middle of winter (And since they fixed the boiler, it’s lukewarm at best), I really, really appreciate it, probably more than she anticipated. I don’t even know her name, but she’s probably my favorite customer.

Black Lies and KitKats

Derek’s mom told him that love is beautiful, with one of those same smiles that everyone got when they talked about Peter’s wife. That sort of past-tense sad reserved for loss that’s worth bringing up again.

Because love is beautiful.


He believes it, that’s the problem. He sees it in her eyes when she plays, mixed up in petty anger and dusky browns. He sees it in the way she leans towards him when they talk, and the way his chest opens up when she’s near by. Derek thinks, This is beautiful.

But, it’s not. Because his mom said—she said love is beautiful—and Paige is vomiting black on to the dirt floor, writhing in pain, babbling out promises and pleas no teenager should ever have to speak. No one should have to ask for help to die, it shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t be this ugly.

He breaks her, and it breaks him.

Love is ugly.

He believes that for months. Long months of time that crawl by with the ever present memory of black, acrid love in the back of his mind. Derek learns to avoid touching people, learns to filter the guilt-induced hallucinations from reality.

He wakes up to inky black in his bed. Not real. Not real. Not real.

The girl touching his arm after the basketball game has black hair—too much like his sisters, yuck—but nothing more. Nothing Paige.

There’s a young boy watching him from the woods. He doesn’t feel real enough for Derek to acknowledge him.

Life goes on like this for a year, and it’s fine. He knows people can survive without love, he’s watched his uncle happily survive for this long.

Until someone sneaks in. No, Kate pushes her way into his life with groping hands, secrets, and little promises that sound more like demands for love and sex and so many good things. She’ll make him feel good, make him strong, make him love her.

Derek doesn’t love her, love is a black mess spewed into the dirt. Love is a dead girl under a tree.

But he takes everything else she offers, because he’s never lived as easily as Peter has, and he’s young. He needs attention, feckless affection with no consequences. Meaningless feel-good. No one will get hurt.

The boy from the woods is back, staring at him across busy police station. Derek’s too fucked up to care if he’s real or not. The next time he looks up, there’s a KitKat on the floor in front of him, and the boy is gone.

Love is a dead girl under a tree.
Love is a home turned tomb.
Love is a lie told to his last family member.

Laura comforts him in their loss, and Derek loves her too much to tell her the truth. They’ve run away from the blackened wood and burning flesh to a city that smells just as bad. It’s not home.

Their first night there is spent in a one room apartment, no electricity, and one mattress on the floor that they collapse into, both of them sobbing so hard Derek fears his heart will finally rip free of his chest.

It doesn’t, he survives.

Derek’s sister tells him that she needs to go back to Beacon Hills with one of those same smiles that she got when they talked about their family. She tells him she wants to visit Peter, to see how he’s doing. It’s a lie, but Derek lets her go.

Because love is beautiful.


He’s there, again. In the woods. He knows it’s him, even years later. Scents don’t change much, unless you lose everything that makes you you. Which is why his immovable uncle Peter smells like something different, something more dangerous than the man he once knew. The boy, however, is the same.

KitKats and a sad smile from the woods.

Derek makes him leave before he thinks too much about events leading up to those memories.


The problem is, they’re persistent. These damn teenagers are everywhere, stepping into his business, getting bit by the rabid alpha, doing stupid, stupid things. A lot of it, in the name of love. Friendship. Family.

Love is a dead girl under a tree, Derek tells himself.

Love is a tomb turned home.

Love is a lie that killed his sister.

Love is…

He finds himself thinking the words at night, while wounds heal and the dust settles. Peter, Scott, Argents, Alphas. Fight, kill. protect, promises. Screaming and arguing, throwing barbs.

KitKats on the doorstep of his tomb-home.

Stiles remembers. Stiles, somehow, sneaks in. And this time, it’s actual sneaking. He moves into Derek’s life like a thundercloud. A low, warning rumble as it moves across the sky, a crackle here or there to let you know what you’re getting into.

Stiles is a spark in a bleak world.

Love is…

Love is a mistake, ill-informed choices taken out of a dead girl’s hands.

Love is memorial, no, a memory.

Love is the lie his sister used to save his life.


He finds Jen.

She’s a blip in his life, the seconds between one extreme and another. Toxic wasteland meet ice age.

It still hurts, but she’s a blip.

Love never even comes into it.

When he finds Stiles in the dirt, screaming, he knows this is it. He’s invested, he’s given away parts of himself again, he’s believing again.

So when Stiles—skinny, defenseless Stiles—brings a plague of murderous amusement to Beacon Hills, he’s already decided what to do.

And he does everything he can to bring Stiles back from wherever he went. Somewhere in the black, under the roots, is that spark.

It takes some time, but with no hesitation, they drag Stiles, kicking and screaming, back to reality.

And it’s not perfect, that’s not how life works. It’s as messy as black rejection spilling into the dirt. It’s as trembling and fragile as the burnt-out-shell of a home in the woods. It’s as many twists and turns as a well told lie to protect someone you love.

But it’s too late for Derek, and it’s too late for Stiles.

Because Derek will do anything to save that stupid kid frowning at him through the trees. He’ll kill everyone before he hurts that confused boy who leaves KitKats for crying murderers. He’ll die for guy who will die for him, because love is…


Love is Stiles.

And love is beautiful.

I truly wish zeref wouldn’t be killed
All he did was to see his little brother, natsu’s smile again
And he was cursed couldn’t think properly any living thing he gets close to dies
He lived in loneliness
The only woman he loved died
All he is doing it to defeat agnolegia
I think he deserves a happy ending
Where he will be with his brother as a family
Where his lover wouldn’t die from a kiss
Where he could embrace his son and love him without fearing killing him

Everyone deserves a second chance
Everyone deserves a happy ending