he is really great guys

man the more ah i watch the more i like ryan but also the more i am confused by him. the man manages to be part awkward nerd dad, part know-it-all big brother, and part serial killer??? and somehow it works?? and is entertaining??? ryan the what the fuck guy

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

jointhefight  asked:

since you kinda asked, can you draw/have you drawn a usjavi??? (that's javier muñoz as usnavi if its not obvious///)

:000 i dont think ive ever drawn javier,, i had to change that IMMEDIATELY

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The Nanny Part 4

A/N: Hey guys! So here is chapter four. It’s a bit of a filler kinda? Idk it will make more sense next chapter. Anyways, I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: !580

Warnings: None

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“Natasha!” you exclaimed, smacking her on the shoulder. “That’s my boss!”

Giggling, Nat started to drive. “Oh, shut up. We both know that you thought it at some point.” She said looking over at you for a moment before focusing on the road again.

Crossing your arms, you let out a defeated sigh. She wasn’t wrong. If it was different circumstances and the two of you would have met and hung out, you definitely would have been all for dating him. But the situation is how it is, which meant no dating Bucky Barnes.

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Rocky talking about how he loves life and his members and aroha makes me feel good inside…I’m glad rocky feels this way, I’m glad he feels like he can get help from Astro at all times and doesn’t feel burdened at all.

Rocky is so loving and caring it makes my heart hurt❤️🔝

Real talk about Reyes Vidal

I want to begin by saying that I love this character. I think he is one of the better written characters in Andromeda, but there is something off about him. He makes you feel that way about him because he constantly reminds you , as does everyone else, that he’s not a good man. I have no doubt that he genuinely has feelings for Ryder, but I don’t think it’s going to end well. I feel like he may have been the one to kill Jien Garson. a.) when you investigate her murder, you are told it was a man that killed her. check. b.) It had to be someone who woke up before the uprising, Reyes admits he was awake, but did not participate in the uprising. check. c.) the person that killed Garson is no longer on the Nexus. check. Not to mention that his code name was Anubis (the god of death/mummification), and the implications that has. Reyes has two other nicknames Shana(meaning mouth- he’s good with his…words) and Charlatan (someone who pretends to be someone they aren’t a fraud.). A lot of us look at Reyes as a man of the people, he freed them from Sloane and even gave up ruling in favor of an Angara ruler. He seems like a really great guy, but isn’t that the charade? Why he’s the Charlatan? For someone who wants to be somebody, he’s really avoiding being someone: a leader, an assassin, a hero.  Reyes is definitely a morally gray character, which is why I like him. Is he connected to the benefactor? Is he acting on his own accord? Who does Reyes Vidal want to be?

She Likes (Bittersweet Love)

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: Bucky is scared that another man was better at making you happy. 

A/N: A continuation of Double Take. This is the last part of the drabble series (though let’s be real, this one is not a drabble)!! Thank you guys for being the most awesome readers a writer could ever wish for, thank you for following me and reading my stuff, you have no idea how happy you guys have made me.

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Bound to Happen (Part 3), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,311

Author’s Note: Introduction of a Joey Lucas-esque character, I kinda blasted though this story line to get to the next one (a rather angsty one, at that). Hope you enjoy! This is based off of literally one of my favorite scenes ever from WW.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn.

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“What should I order for your dinner?” You called through the door, sitting criss-cross on the floor outside Lin’s dressing room. You typed furiously at your laptop, barely registering when he answered.

“Nothing, I’m going out.”

“Hmm?” He poked his head out the door, tilted down so he lingered just above you.

“I have a date.” His head disappeared back into his room.

“Who?”

“Her name is Allison.” The door swung open and his hand was at the top of your laptop, forcing it closed in your lap. “She’s very smart and very interesting and she’s totally in love with me.”

“So she’s blind, too?”

“Shut up.” The breeze of him rushing away pushed your hair into your face, you stood and followed, just as you always did. Trailing behind him with a million items in your itinerary, you were still willing to humor Lin in all his franticness, “There she is.”

He ran his hand through his hair a final time, fluffing it so it sat just right.

Allison!” He called, waving his hand like a maniac. She was pulled from her conversation with the doorman, smiling politely to excuse herself.

“Holy shit, Lin. She’s way out of your league.” You whispered, though you kept it just loud enough so that she could still hear it. You put on a smile, forcing your hand out to her in introduction.

“You’re Y/N!” She gushed, and you knew immediately you couldn’t force yourself to hate her. “He never shuts up about you.” He nudged Lin and you were able to read his reaction immediately.

I don’t want to talk about this.

“Where are you two going?” He smiled at you, grateful for your shift in subject.

“Luigi’s.”

“That’s nice! I won’t keep you.” You watched as Lin’s hand found home in the dip of her back. “Be back in two hours, you have a meeting with Alex before the show.” You reminded.

With a glance at his watch, Lin was escorting her out the building. You smiled at the thought of Lin getting out there - he certainly deserved a good break away from the theater. You just couldn’t shake the nervous pricking at the back of your neck.

“Y/N?” Mandy stood to the side, inspecting you as you watched where Lin and Allison once stood. You hummed in acknowledgement, “What’s going on between you guys?”

“Well, I’m not sure I have a specific title. But my paycheck says ‘Chief Assistant’. Whatever that means.” You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to anything that meant you wouldn’t have to meet Mandy’s gaze.

“Right.” Mandy smiled lightly, wondering if she was overstepping her boundaries yet, “Are you in love with him?” Her head tilted, and she spoke almost conversationally.

“He’s intolerable.” You answered, just as casual. Clueless was the best way to go about this, you decided. “So I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Your tone shifted, and Mandy stepped back. She had pushed you too far.

“Right. Sorry. Reading too far into things.” She waved her hand, as if physically brushing the idea away from herself, “You know how it is. Cooped up in the theater too long and you start seeing things. Chris swears the ghost of George Washington haunts this place.” She rolled her eyes.

You laughed as she diverted away from the subject she had brought up, allowing yourself to relax when she decided not to delve further into an interrogation.

“I mean, if you’re looking. There’s this guy-”

“Sure.” You nodded, the intolerable sting in the back of your neck growing stronger, “Yeah, why not?”

“Great. I’ll set something up.” Mandy nodded off to she side before retreating backstage.

You needed a new plan.


“I’m so happy you invited me out!” Allison gushed, fingers grazing over the racks of clothes before her.

“Me too, I never get to spend time with anyone that Lin dates.” You smiled kindly as she held a top up to her torso.

“You’re always running around for him, I don’t know how you find the time for yourself.” She pouted, as if to say ‘Poor you!’. She shook her head and hung the top back on the rack, deciding against it with one glance at the price tag.

“Yeah. Balance is a good thing. I like to stay busy.” You assured her, pointing to a skirt you thought would flatter her hips. “You guys seem really great together, though. He talks about you all the time and I think you make him happy.”

She inspected you for a moment and you plastered the smile you had practiced in the mirror that morning.

“Yeah? So you’re happy for us?” You continued to smile, nodding happily. “Interesting that all he wants to do when we’re together is talk about you.”

She wasn’t upset or annoyed, just generally curious.

“I mean, I get it. You guys go way back. But sometimes I wonder if there’s something more there.” She watched as your face fell for a split second, solidifying her position, ”I’m probably just being silly. No need to make a big deal out of it. I don’t want to be that kind of girlfriend.”

You laughed together, each forcing it in a certain way that didn’t allow detection from the other. She settled on buying the skirt to humor you, planning on returning it in a few days.

Allison was surprised to see Lin at her door so late without warning. While she knew Lin enjoyed being spontaneous and fun, she assumed you had his days planned to the minute and he couldn’t afford to stray too much.

“Does Y/N know you’re here?” Was her first question when she swung the door open.

“I don’t need her permission for everything I do. She’s not my mom.” Lin smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the cold breeze.

“That’s the problem.” Allison mumbled, stepping aside, “I think we need to talk.”

Lin’s heart dropped at those words. Right, she would say that the timing wasn’t right or she needed to go over her options or something that forced him out of the picture.

“Actually, I think you and Y/N need to talk.” Allison led him inside to her kitchen, where she made fast work of pouring some form of alcohol. “She is so obviously in love with you.”

Lin laughed at the idea. Sure, people had commented on your relationship before, generally curious if anything was going on. But no one had outwardly said it in that fashion before.

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not. And I can tell you either feel the same or are on the verge.” Lin had to stop himself from chugging down his drink.

“Didn’t you guys hang out the other day? What did you say to her?”

“Nothing! I could just tell that she was deflecting. She kept talking about rooting for us and she had this smile.” Lin’s eyebrows crinkled, just as they always did when he was trying to picture something. 

Y/N’s smile.

“She’s in love with you and she knows it’s getting obvious. She’s forcing us together so no one else notices. It’s okay, but I’m not here to get in the middle of everything.”

Lin stayed for another hour, desperately trying to convince her that Y/N had nothing but platonic feelings for him. If anything, she barely tolerated him and stayed for the paycheck. Still, his attempts were futile and he left her building with one less girlfriend and one more headache.

“Talk to her.” Allison said, her last words to Lin before shooing him off her porch. It was approaching one in the morning.

He didn’t. Instead, he trudged home in the darkness, chugged the last beer in his fridge, and tucked himself into bed without changing.

He knew you would be calling in a few hours, but even then he said nothing.

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Ok look I’m just gonna put this out there…Sokka was the oldest male in the Southern Water Tribe, right? That’s why he was the warrior and all that jazz. Katara grew up with a bunch of old women and girls and little boys. So when Aang came along and subsequently showed interest in her, yeah, I’m not surprised they had a thing. But even if they did love each other, he was her first love. Many would call that a childish love, especially considering he was probably her first romantic love interest. 

Then comes along Zuko, someone she had to hate right off the bat because he was a lil crazy (I mean, understandably) and chasing them around the world, trying to kidnap her friend/possible romantic love interest. But then things change. We see that change in the show. And when the two of them are stuck in the catacombs of Ba Sing Se, we see her attitude towards him change rapidly. Because now she’s gotten out of her childhood home and has been places and met people and learned that not everything is as simple as it once seemed. So here’s this guy that she previously hated, now opening up to her and actually trying to be a decent person. He suddenly does a 180, shattering that fragile trust she had gained in him. And it sucks.

But then Zuko goes through his metamorphosis. And Katara experiences a supreme amount of loss and struggle. She herself realizes that not every person’s history is black and white (shoutout to you, Hama). I’m sure there are tons of examples, but I’m too tired to find and list them.

ANYWAY, when Zuko comes back, apparently a changed man, it’s not surprising that she’s skeptical. She gave him the chance to prove himself before, and he failed. But then he does prove himself a thousand times over. And Katara has the life experience to understand how significant that is. 

Aang is a great guy, but he’s so straight. He never really wavers in his character or morality, at least not to the extent that Zuko does. Katara helps Aang in so many ways with her kindness and strength and generosity. But to me it just seemed so one-sided (again, I’m sure there are examples that counter that, but overall it just seemed one-sided). The fact that Katara is able to find it in herself to forgive Zuko, and the fact that Zuko is deserving of forgiveness, and the fact that they help each other grow, is monumental.

How You Gonna? pt 1- Justin Foley x Reader

Summary: you and Justin started dating before Hannah’s death, you heard about things with them, but didn’t care because you always liked him. One day, in school, you seen him and Jessica being a little friendly. (Based off of Sydney Renae’s remake of Tyrese’s -How you Gonna)

I was walking to lunch while on my phone trying to get a hold of my boyfriend, Justin. I know what you’re thinking, ‘wasn’t he the one who took that picture of Hannah, and then showed everyone?’ Yes, he did. Justin is a really sweet guy. I know he’s a great guy, and all guys are pressured into that kind of stuff when they’re around the kind of guys at our school. Anyways, he hasn’t texted me after I asked where he was, so I just assumed he already went to lunch. I walked in the lunchroom and I seen him at a lunch table with Jessica. Weird, they always talk but not around me.

I sat next to him and whispered in his ear, 

“Hey baby,” then kissed him. 

I looked at Jessica and smiled, she just looked at me. 

“When did you get here?” Justin asked. 

I replied, “Just now, you weren’t answering my texts”

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention” he confessed.

I hummed in response. As I was listening to Justin and Jessica talk about some boring project, I heard my name being called from across the lunch room. I looked in the direction I heard it, and it was Clay and my best friend, (b/f/n). I then looked back at Justin and gave him puppy dog eyes to let me go. He hesitated because of whatever him and Clay have against each other, but then let me go. I kissed him and walked over to where Clay and b/f/n were.  

“Hey guys,” I said sitting down.

Clay responded, “Took you long enough.”

“I didn’t want him to think I was just ditching him to come with you. You know how he is with you, what’s the problem with you guys anyways?” I asked.

“Nothing important. How come he can flirt with Jessica but you can’t come say hi to your best friends?” Clay responded.

I then shot back, “Hey, knock it off. They’re not flirting, he cares about me and he wouldn’t hurt me.”

(B/f/n) then chuckled, “Just as much as he cared about Hannah, right?”

 I felt offended. That’s different. Me and Justin have been dating for 6 months. Him and Hannah only had one date, and kissed. He cares about me. That’s my baby, I love him. I love the shit out of him. I know he loves me. I give him all I have. I then turned around to look at him and Jessica. His back is turned from me, but Jessica is laughing. She grabs his hand from across the table and holds it. I then look at the way she’s looking at him. That’s how I look when I look at him. I then think about what it would be like if we broke up. It would be no staying at my house, no kisses, no hugs, no movies on my couch, no late night calls. He said he would always be my baby. 

“Cut it out!” I yelled, “He loves me. I know he does, I love him more than I love myself. That’s mine. We love each other, don’t you see? You guys are shitty friends for even trying to tell me that my fucking boyfriend doesn’t love me.” 

Clay whispered, “Okay, y/n, you’re making a scene and people are looking, I’m sorry that we upset you, we care about you. Sit down, we can talk about this.” 

“No, I’m going home.” I said

 b/f/n then added, “It’s only lunch time? How will you go home?”

 “I’m walking out, and going home.” I muttered picking up my stuff, and walking away from that table to go say bye to Justin. When I got there, Jessica smirked at me. I was confused then Justin looked at me with am expression I’ve never seen before. It was a dark expression.

 I stammered, “You okay, baby?”

 “I’m not your baby.” he snapped at me.

 “What?” I whispered 

He chuckled, “Listen, I’m sorry that this has gone of for so long, but I never loved you. I was just trying to make sure Jensen kept his mouth shut and since you were best friends with him, I thought you would be perfect. I’m with Jessica, if it wasn’t obvious. It was fun while it lasted with you.”

 I didn’t know what to say. What do I even do? I gave him everything. I told him everything, he is my everything. This is my longest relationship and I have never understood what it felt like to be used. I needed him. I don’t know how to deal with this. I never thought I would go through pain loving him. I will never put a guy before myself again. If I could go back to the day we met, I would probably do it all over again. I would choose not to be his friend and when he’d ask me, I’d just say I have a boyfriend. I started crying my eyes out in front of both him and Jessica.

 I mustered out, “How you gonna up and leave like that? When I gave you all I had. I gave you the real me, told you all my feelings, and you gonna turn around and front like you don’t feel me? I put that on my life that I ain’t see this coming, opened up my heart. I should’ve never let you come in, but I wish you well though. That’s all I could tell you, maybe in your next life you’ll find everything you wanted.” 

“I’m sorry? Like I said, you were fun. I love Jessica. That’s the only person that I’ll ever love. You aren’t exactly my type either. Hey, shit happens. I’ll see you around, y/n.” He said like it was all cool.

 He got up and grabbed Jessica’s hand. Smiled at me then walked away with her, leaving me crying my eyes out. I then just left the whole school and got in my car and drove home. I got to my house and cried into my pillow and deleted everything I had of him. I am so stupid. Shit is crazy. How could he just turn around and play me. I loved the shit out of him. I don’t know what to do now. I need him. I want him. He’s not mine though, he’s Jessica’s.


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Dirty Laundry

Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Johnny Gargano. The two of you are relatively new roommates with the quote “I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED AGAIN! YOU REALLY NEED TO LEARN TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!“

Summary: Life wasn’t perfect. Most people weren’t perfect. My ability to spot trustworthy people wasn’t perfect. But Johnny Gargano? Oh yeah, he was perfect in every sense. Except his issue with locking doors and leaving his dirty clothes in the hallway. Ambiguous gender reader character.

Warnings: Admiring of a butt [Johnny’s], swearing, theft, skeevy ex, seeing the roommate without clothes on, and Raini’s usual potty mouth.

Rating: High PG-13?

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The Breakup Bureau

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Genre: Fluff, Angst

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Originally posted by eatkookiie

Saying goodbye is never easy.

Held hands over the table, she looks at him with softened eyes and a thoughtful expression. As he finishes with a gentle exhale, she nods. “You know what? You’re right! I deserve better!”

“You deserve the world and more.” He charmingly smiles, gaze dripping with honey.

She breaks out into a grin and pulls her hands away from his, leaning back in her chair. “How could I have been so blind?! I can’t believe I went through a relationship like that for an entire year!”

“And now you get to start fresh again. With someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”

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