i love how this continues as they just keep walking

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.



“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.


The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any angel/human romance plots?

  • Any form of contact between Guardian Angels and their charges is strictly forbidden, for obvious reasons. However, after Character A- a rookie Guardian- accidentally reveals themself to Character B- a clumsy human constantly in need of protecting- the human refuses to forget about the angel, or the spark they obviously had. So, Character B puts themself in increasingly dangerous situations in order to meet Character A again.
  • “So this might be awkward, but I’ve noticed you following me around quite a bit lately, and it’s kinda creepy, but you’re also really hot, so maybe instead of stalking me you should just ask me out- what? No, I’m not a prophet? No, seriously, I’m a writer and I talk to myself all the time, that doesn’t make me a prophet, you don’t need to protect me from Satan or whatever” AU
  • Angels and humans have been cohabitating Earth for years now, and they were mostly over all that ‘Wings Not Welcome’ propaganda. It was the 67th century, for Pete’s sake. That’s why it comes as such a shock to Character A- a human- to see Character B- an angel and their longtime crush- getting pushed around and taunted by a group of human supremacists. Character A has a few things to say to them, along with a hurt angel to tend to- both physically and emotionally.
  • “The other week we were kind of cuddling and watching Supernatural/some Tom Hanks movie and I thought you were finally gonna make a move, but then the angel plot line started and you got super offended and distant and I’m really confused? I thought we were having a Moment?” AU
  • Character A – a wingless angel – was banished to Earth out of shame a few years ago, and they’d only made one real friend in that time- Character B, a snarky human with both protective and curious streaks, which doesn’t bode well if Character A wants to keep their true identity a secret. However, that becomes continuously difficult as the years pass and Character B starts to notice how their best friend and possible love of their life doesn’t seem to age.
  • “You’ve been my best friend for years and I’m completely in love with you, but you just walked in while I was stretching my wings and you’re probably freaking out, and I probably just ruined- wait, why are you looking at my wings like that? Why are you coming closer and why are you touching them- oh my gosh, that feels amazing, don’t stop whatever it is you’re doing.” AU

anonymous asked:

“Alright, I love you.” :)

List of my other Prompts found HERE

Those three little words have been left on the tip of your tongue for quite a while now. You want to say them, to see his eyes light up as you finally reveal that you love him, but you always feels held back, the three words get choked up in your throat and you can’t manage to get them out, no matter how much you want to express them. 

Maybe it is because you have been hurt before, and the fact that those three little words can mean so much, one moment they are floating around perfectly, the next they mean nothing. Maybe it is because ’I love you' is overly used sometimes, and expressed far too quickly within a relationship. The three little words are not words you like to throw around without them holding meaning. They are sentimental words that are not to be taken lightly, they are not just pick up lines to effortlessly roll off the tip of your tongue. 

He knows that you have been hurt before, he knows that there is a decent reason for being reserved and anxious when it comes to telling him that you love him, too. He knows that you love him, even if you don’t announce it from the rooftops or express the words while in the comfort of his living room when you both agree on staying in and watching a movie before you go back to your apartment. 

You were wrapped up in the comfort of your comforter, trying to take your mind off the aches and pains the terrible bug had begun to put you through. You weren’t much of a complainer when it came down to you contracting some sort of cold or bug, you have always been the stubborn one to deal with it on your own, as a kid you would refuse to tell your Mum when you were sick because you did not want her to coddle you like she did your siblings. You found it to be consuming and overbearing. As you grew older, that did not change. 

So when Harry showed up at your doorstep, with flowers and a bottle of wine, you were rather surprised. His smiles gently dimmed as he noticed your pyjamas, dark eyes, and pale tone. 

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Charred (Epilogue)

EXO FanFiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing: Reader x Chanyeol
You get sucked into a mysterious world, and begin to discover things you couldn’t have imagined. But why you? And who is the stranger you are becoming drawn to?

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You looked up with raised eyebrows and smiled warmly at your coworker who was looking at you with concern.

‘Yup? Is everything okay?’ you said, brightly, peering at him over the stack of engraved tablets you were working on.

You coworker frowned slightly at you and your smile faded slightly, worry seeping into your mind. What was wrong? 

‘Aren’t you cold?!’ he finally blurted at you. You looked at him in surprise, before glancing down at your outfit. You were wearing slightly floaty trousers and a soft silk shirt.

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Favorite Vauseman scenes: Alex and Piper adopt Linda

Hello and welcome! Its the return of my favorite Vauseman scenes: Seasons 4 and 5 and in no particular order.

So lets start things off with Vauseman and their adopted puppy Linda. Every scene these three were in I found incredibly entertaining. All of Alex’s facial expressions and snarkyness towards Linda were just gold. Absolute gold.

Piper is all: Hey Alex can we keep her

Alex: No

Piper: Please

Alex: No!

Piper: Pretty please I don’t want to lose my humanity

Alex: Grrrr. Fine

I think my favorite part was when Alex told her to take off her shoes and Linda continues to be difficult. And then there’s Piper, knowing how thin Alex’s patience is with her already, looking at Linda like “just do what she says” and Linda just keeps spitting annoying bullshit. I loved Alex being just so done with her lol

I also love that little domestic one liner when Alex says “As long as you promise to feed her and walk her every day and she never comes into our bed.” Actually all of season 5 is filled with these little domestic quips and I love them all dearly.

And of course I have to mention that Alex said Vauseman, Alex said Vauseman! This was the first time in the season where Vauseman fans everywhere lost their shit. I had to pause, rewind, and turn on the subtitles to make sure I heard her correctly and that my shipper brain didn’t just hallucinate that. Nope Alex said it and I love it. It almost felt like a fourth wall break. Also, how do I apply to the Vauseman Finishing School?

Another piece of awesomeness: Piper flipping the fuck out when Linda had the nerve to threaten to tell Alex’s secret. I got to admit at first I was a little surprised by Piper here just because I guess I wasn’t expecting that sort of retaliation from her. But then I realized I totally can because Piper is an emotional person and has shown that she does indeed have a temper and when provoked she lashes out, even violently. Doggett had to get new teeth because of her. And when Piscatella  broke Alex’s arm Piper was like a dog trying to break from her leash so she could get at Piscatella’s throat (but more on that later)

She goes up to Linda like “look here bitch you threaten my girlfriend again and you’ll find out that SHE’S actually the nice one.” Piper put that heifer in her place and just took control from that point on and it really told me what kind of Piper I was going to get this season. Piper’s not bullshitting this year when it comes to Alex’s safety. I like “Gangsta with an “A” Piper if it’s at least on Alex’s behalf.

Fic: High Cost of Living (Negan & Reader) One Shot. The

Title: High Cost of Living

Pairing: Negan & Reader

Summary: Negan promised to break you. You’re bent, but you haven’t broken.

Second story in Revenge Series. 1: Here Comes Revenge

Tag List: @negans-network, @thecynicalnerd, @deadlywinters, @attentionseekingprincess, @chaoticevilanddowntofuck, @marvelandgameofthrones@briannaatkins03, @posiemax, @kathyjimenezg1, @lokiswhitevalo, @livybaby115

Originally posted by saintmichaelthearchangel


You weren’t sure how long you had been locked in ‘the box’, as Simon charmingly referred to it.

Days would go by without any contact from the outside world. You were just left to lay there in the dark, curled in on yourself to try and stay warm. You were left in your pants and tank top, but the fabric was thin and the room cold, especially at night.

If solitary confinement wasn’t enough to drive you crazy, the noise just might. The music was muffled, playing a few doors down from you, but the unmistakable tune of “Easy Street” seemed to play on an endless loop. You felt terrible for whoever was being directly subjected to it.

You heard the lock on your door turn, and you shifted carefully on the floor. Your hip ached from the cement. When it finally opened, you were forced to shield your eyes from the light, too painful to endure after so much time spent in the dark.

A shadow came over you and you squinted up at Simon’s face. He was smiling widely, a paltry excuse for a sandwich in his hand.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve eaten,” he mused, holding it just out of your reach. “I bet you’re hungry…”

Two days at least had passed since they’d bothered to feed you. You were starving, but stubborn enough not to admit it.

You met Simon’s gaze with a challenging glare, and he only laughed at your obstinacy.

“Look kid,” he rolled his eyes, “being a pain in the ass isn’t going to get you out of this mess any faster. So maybe swallow that fucking pride of yours. You want food, you know what to do.” You bowed your head, jaw tight and eyes watering.

“Please,” you bit out, “may I have it?”

“What’s that?” he leaned in, pulling a face. “I couldn’t hear you.”


“Please, what?” he snapped.

“Please, sir,” you grunted. “May I eat?”

“Of course you can!” his face broke out into an exaggerated grin. “All you had to do was ask!”

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Vanilla Milkshakes

And all I knew was that I was in the mood for something sweet…

Jughead was occupying his usual seat in his typical booth at Pop’s Shoppe, fingers flying over the keys of the laptop he has had for too long but still hadn’t updated since it functioned just fine as a place to write and store his stories on. With concentration creasing his brow and two now-empty cups of the coffee that Pop always freely supplied Jughead with within reaching distance, was how Betty found him. She had spotted him instantly, his colorless ensemble and crown beanie standing out amongst the pops of color and cliques of friends. Betty debated for a few fleeting seconds whether she should seek out his company, but Jughead’s particular dose of reclusion was exactly what she wanted. So, she made her way over to him and slid into the booth across from him without making her presence known beforehand or asking.

Jughead’s head tilted up only the slightest amount as he regarded the fair-haired and fair-skinned girl, noticing the minor pout her lips held, the redness that lingered in her eyes and the way she kept her limbs close to her body as if she could turn herself invisible by simply doing so. She held onto the silence, not disturbing him until he was ready, something he had always appreciated dearly when it came to her. Finally, after finishing the paragraph in front of him, Jughead met Betty’s eyes over his laptop, hands already at the top of the screen so he could push it closed. “You’re not looking so lively over there, Betts. What’s the matter?”

She pulled up her shoulders, shrugging off whatever she was dealing with because she was having second thoughts about burdening him with it. It was right there in her body language and blue eyes that have always been overly expressive. It still annoyed him to no end when she backpedaled like this. “I don’t want to interrupt your creative process.”

He closed his laptop with a roll of his eyes. “You wouldn’t have sought me out if that had indeed been your intention. Now, tell what it is that has managed to steal your sunshine away.”

He didn’t formulate it as a question, but more as a demand, knowing that this was the best way to incite her.

Betty crossed her arms on the table, resting her chin on them as she looked up at him, a miserable look dulling the bright blue of her eyes. “I’m not sure how much of this you actually want to hear.”

Jughead leaned one elbow on the table, cupping his hand and making a ‘bring it on’ gesture with his fingers. “Give it to me anyway.”

She sighed, lifting her head from her arms. “So, I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve basically had this crush on Archie ever since I was old enough to have them, crushes,” she blurted out without taking a breath.

One of his eyebrows quirked up in amusement, though he managed to keep a serious expression on his face. “You holding a torch for the town’s heartthrob is news to me.”

She narrowed her eyes at the blatant sarcasm in Jughead’s voice. Flattening her palms against the table, she made to get up. “Never mind,” she murmured. “Happy writing,” she added as a lackluster afterthought while getting up. She tapped her nails against the hard surface a few times as she stood there, lost in thought as if she already forgot what she was doing.

The guilt hit him instantly and he cursed silently at himself for not being able to read people better and recognizing the idiosyncrasies that made up Betty Cooper, even though he knew that he was simply not paying enough attention. He felt an influx of disappointment skitter down his spine and his body reacted on impulse as his hand shot out and his fingers wrapped around Betty’s wrist, keeping her right where she was. “I’ll attempt to reign in my sardonic nature,” he offered up somewhat apologetically. “Stay?”

She bit her lip, considering him. In the end, she only nodded and sat back down, crossing her arms and not looking at the boy who had hair so dark it reminded her of a starless night. The lack of light had always suited him. “I know we’re only friends because of Archie, but I need you to not be biased.”

The words weren’t meant to cut as deep as they did, reminding Jughead only of how much his friendship with Archie had changed in the course of months. People weren’t always what they seemed, too many sides to them to truly know them unless they bared them candidly and willingly. He scoffed. “And risk my integrity. Plus, you forget that Archie and I aren’t exactly besties anymore, though that’s a story for another time.”

Betty didn’t react to his words the way he had expected. She didn’t ask for clarification of any kind. She merely stored the information for later and continued on. “I told him, Juggy. About how I feel, everything, just put it all out there.”

“His reaction?” Jughead inquired, surprised to find that he didn’t have to feign his interest in the answer. Deep inside there was a faint throb that echoed through his entire body, keeping the lines of his body taut as he sat there, waiting.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Betty used both hands to indicate at herself and the hints of the distressed state she had been in minutes before walking in here. “He loves me.” She shrugged. “But as his closest friend, nothing more. And if I’m being honest with myself, I knew it. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.” She looked down while wrapping her arms protectively around herself as if it could shield her heart. Betty quickly blinked away the tears.

A feeling of dread wrapped its metaphorical digits around his heart, squeezing hard enough for the pain to resonate. He focused on that emotion instead of on the relief he also felt at her words. “You shouldn’t regret being honest,” Jughead told her gently. “Yeah, you went out on a limb, but with all the time you two spend together and the mixed signals Archie tends to give off, I don’t blame you for wanting to know where you stand.”

“In the friendzone, apparently,” Betty chided herself. Tears formed once again and she ducked her head quickly, wiping the droplets from her cheeks as they fell.

“You’ll be alright in the end. You’re strong,” were the words of comfort Jughead contributed in a somewhat ungraceful matter since alleviating somebody’s pain wasn’t something he did often or well. He tended to run. But it was Betty and she didn’t waver when it came to standing up for everybody but herself, so she needed him to try for her.

Betty nodded. “I know, I just hate having to be sometimes.”

“Understandable.” He granted her a timid smile.

Betty nodded again, taking a deep breath. She was about to thank Jughead for listening, but she wasn’t permitted the chance to.

“Hey bae,” were the words thrown at her by none other than Reggie, the prime colors of his jacket a bright contrast to Jughead’s gray tones and Betty’s pastel tints.

One of Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in, eyes torn from the blond in front of him.

Betty’s jaw tightened and her lips pressed together for a split second, annoyed by the football player’s sudden and unwanted presence. She tolerated Reggie because how could she downright loathe him for simply being an athlete and popular when Archie was those things as well. Still, she tended to only interact with him when directly spoken to and only when part of a group, which typically included Archie or Veronica. The irony wasn’t lost on her, especially considering how seamlessly her appearance allowed her to slip into a stereotype of her own.

“Don’t call me that,” Betty retorted, aware of how halfhearted it really sounded. Reggie was a nuisance but mostly harmless.

Reggie directed a wide grin at Betty while signaling to both her and Jughead with his index finger as he formed his own conclusion, “You two on a date or something?”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Because it’s impossible for a male and female to form and sustain a platonic relationship.” And he truly meant what he was saying, although he also heard the feelings that were lurking near the surface.

“Uh, one always ends up humping the other,” Reggie pointed out, the sarcasm lost on him.

“That’s quite the imagery there, Mantle,” Jughead replied, sharing a quick look with Betty.

The blond let out an exasperated sigh, though managed to hold on to her characteristic composed demeanor. “We’re not on a date, Reggie. Just hanging out. Is there something we can help you with?”

Jughead shook his head at her, but it was a fruitless gesture. Reggie had already taken the opening, his grin expanding. “Maybe you can,” he said, sliding into the booth next to Betty while slinging one arm around the back so it was resting behind her. “As you know I am quite a popular commodity amongst the ladies.”

“In your humble opinion,” Jughead remarked.

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about that, Forsythe,” the other boy shot back, although he didn’t spare a look in Jughead’s direction, his focus instead on Betty. “But the pool’s looking a little shallow these days and then I came to the realization that we,” he paused to point at Betty and then at himself, “never went out before.”

Betty straightened in her seat as she felt Reggie’s fingers toying with the edges of her ponytail. Her blond locks slipped from his hold. “I don’t date much.”

“Well, you should,” Reggie voiced his opinion. “You’re hot, Betty. You think you’re hiding it from us with all those clothes…”

“It’s a blouse and a pair of jeans,” Betty specified.

Reggie ignored her words and she wondered if he was indeed so clueless or that he was merely steering the conversation so that he would ultimately get what he came for. “Showing a little skin is preferable, just putting it out there for our date.”

He ended with a smile that was charming enough and was meant to disarm, but Betty was jaded. She knew the intent behind his shiny exterior and was holding out for something more, even though she also recognized that this wasn’t one of those romance novels she sometimes indulged in. “I’m not going out with you, Reggie,” she declared to him candidly.

“Come on, Betty,” Reggie tried again, leaning in a little closer to her while his gaze turned too leering for her comfort. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from thrusting himself into her personal space even further. “I think I’ll pass,” she said with just a tad more force behind her words.

Reggie’s expression was incredulous as he took in what she was saying. “Is it cause of Forsythe here.” He cocked his thumb at the beanie-donning teenager. “Because I always thought he preferred the—”

“You would,” Betty cut him off sharply.

Reggie’s eyes widened and the lines of his body tensed. “Someone’s getting defensive.” He nodded. “I see what’s going on here. Does Archie know? Or are you double dipping, Cooper?” He clucked his tongue, leaning in close once more so only Betty could hear the following words. “So prim and proper when you’re secretly a real sl—”

The word never fully formed, something Betty was grateful for because she would have lashed out, even though they were only intended to hurt at the moment and didn’t really hold any meaning at all. Jughead got up and had his hands on Reggie’s jacket before the other boy could react, pulling him from the booth with unexpected force. “That’s enough,” Jughead announced, letting go of Reggie the instant the boy was on his feet, a firm believer that violence only exacerbated situations. “She said no, so take the hint and meander off.”

“Whoa whoa.” Reggie put up both of his hands. “No need to get handsy. Save it for your girlfriend,” he added with a wink. He adjusted his jacket. “If you need any pointers, come find me.” He chuckled, giving Betty one final look before walking off.

Jughead waited until Reggie had left the diner before sitting back down.

“Thanks, Juggy,” Betty acknowledged. “For listening as well, and not picking a side,” she finished the list.

Jughead nodded, smiling at her.

Betty’s face revealed a wisp of a smile as well, one she tried to get the attention off of by lowering her gaze and reaching for a menu. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Unless you have to get back to your writing, of course.”

“I can make time,” Jughead gave her the answer she was hoping for, not ready yet to leave his company.

Betty’s eyes didn’t so much as skim the menu since she knew it by heart. She put it back in its place while signaling one of the waitresses. “A large basket of fries and two milkshakes.” She eyed Jughead.

“I’ve always been prone to vanilla.” A vanilla milkshake had never tempted Jughead as much as it did right at this moment.

“Two vanilla milkshakes, please,” Betty continued, unable to hide the faint pink color that had spread to her cheeks.

Something about Jughead’s words felt intimate as if they were meant to contain more than a simple milkshake flavor. As if the flavor was somehow associated with her. All she could picture were his lips around the straw and she didn’t know where to look.

Therefore, after their order came, both Betty and Jughead sipped their milkshakes and ate their fries in a contemplative silence, his mouth full of vanilla and her mind full of him.


Hey Guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I posted. I am working on part 2 of “His Redhead Girl” but this is another idea, I got that I had to run with. I usually don’t write a lot with lyrics but I one of the songs on the new Ed Sheeran album gave me this idea and I had to run with it. I didn’t include the lyrics in the story, but I highly suggest listening to the song while reading, before or after you read if you haven’t heard it. It’s called “Happier”. All of the songs on the album are perfection so there might another one of these stories with a different song if you guys like this one. If you would like a part two to this one, I’m open to that too so just let me know! Thank you! As always, let me know what you think! I love reading your comments. Like/Reblog! 

They had loved with everything. The intensity was irreplicable but still, they had gotten torn apart. Torn apart because of being too similar, torn apart because of busy schedules, torn apart because of misunderstandings, but mainly-torn apart because there became a point where love just wasn’t enough. Yes, they loved each other but everything else became too much. The pressure from the public, the pressure from the job and everything that came with it.

So they separated. Sharna and Val had decided it was best for them and everyone around them if they broke things off where they were. It was better for them to be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. So that’s exactly what they did. They both pushed down their feelings and tried to go on like things were back to normal. But they both knew, there was still something there. Whenever they looked at each other they could feel it, whenever they touched they could feel it, and whenever they danced everyone could feel it. They both still loved the other, that much was evident to everyone. Still, they knew it was the best for them to remain apart.

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smolfangirlbrat  asked:

Hey hey hey ! Can I request a scenario w/ Oikawa where he just keep complaining about his gf and breakups to his girl childhood friend. But she has the biggest crush on him and one day she just get angry and confess her love to him like "You keep complaining but you can't even see that I love you !" Thank you in advance ♡

“I got dumped again y/n-chan! Can you believe this?!” Honestly you could, who could put up with him whining like this.

You knew he actually never did whine with his previous ‘conquests’ but with you it was whine central and you were getting very fukin tired. It didn’t help matters that you had a crush on him. Hearing him talk about whenever he got a new girlfriend, and how she was so pretty, got on your nerves. How could he not see what was right in front of him!

You’ve been his friend, best friend, like Hajime, since your were toddlers! So why? Why didn’t he notice? He just saw you as friend of course, you thought grumbling.

He did notice when you stopped paying attention to his whining- “I’m not whining!”

He pursed his mouth into a pout, and called your name, “Oi y/n-chan you weren’t listening to me!”

“Listening to you whine?”

He gasped, fake tears in his eyes as he grasped his school shirt over his heart, “I have not been whining!”

“You were so whining, because you were complaining that she said you never made time for her!”

“You’re so rude y/n-chan!” At that you stuck your tongue out, shrugging. “Someone has to put you in your place Tooru.”

“I already have Iwa-chan for that!!”

This was how it would go every single time one of his girlfriends broke up with him. Him whining and you sitting there listening, like the good friend you are. Well not listening to him per say, just there as a witness.

Every single time you had to ‘be a witness’ to Tooru’s whining, your patience slowly ran out. You wanted and, at the same time, you didn’t want to confess to him. I mean, have you seen the girls he’d go out with? Yeah. Nothing like you.

The third years discovered your plight when they were second years. (Were you that obvious? No y/n just who could stand that idiot that long hm? Even Iwaizumi didn’t.) They actually offered to tell Tooru that a girl liked him, one who was friends with him but you said no, wanting to do it yourself.

Now you were the one whining to Hajime about how much Tooru whined (whine-ception) and Hajime just looked at you with an amused face. “None of this would happen to you if you, I don’t know… confess!”

“But Hajime!!”

“No buts. You gotta tell it to his stupid face just so he can get a damn hint.”

You sulked after that conversation and went home, not wanting to stay for practice, which was weird to Tooru since you always stayed.

The next day you were brooding.

“Hajime I’m not brooding!”


“Okay I am. And I’ll do it. Maybe.”


Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the day) you were in the same class as Tooru and instead of a greeting, you were greeted with the fact that he had a date tonight, and had a good feeling for it.

Now you were definitely broosulking (brooding and sulking combined ain’t I funny), and put on your fake smile.

“I’m happy for you Tooru!”

“But you don’t sound happy y/n-chan.”

“I’m just tired, didn’t get much sleep yesterday.”

After that he let you be. You had your whining tree, where you always meet up when he sends you a text.  Of course after a few days Tooru had another girlfriend (he had to get so many because the world was going to end-) and you got a text to go to your tree. And were back on the receiving end of yet another complaint about his new girlfriend. You wanted to groan and tear your hair out, or kill Tooru. You were contemplating the second option quite seriously.

“I’m trying to make time for her and she keeps complaining that I’m not! I’m the captain, so of course I have to be at all the practices, and make sure everything’s back in place after we’re done! But she still fights me because I’m not making enough time!”

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be with her right now instead of whining to me?”

“But I want to be with you y/n-chan.”

Sure, you sarcastically thought, that’s why you have a girlfriend you’re whining about right?

You shake you head and stand up, imploring him to do so as well. When he does, you begin pushing him back into the school, away from the tree.

“Go to her. So you don’t have to whine to me tomorrow again!”

“Have you been learning from Iwa-chan?!”



It all came to a head of course, a few weeks later. Tooru, not her, had broken up with her, and he was beginning to get on a long tangent, complaining about her (of course). You felt your eye twitch, gritting your teeth as he payed you no heed at how pissed off you were getting. Just when you thought he would stop he paused for a breath before continuing.

Your patience had run its course and you were ready to burst. You stood up, taking your bag and gave him a solid ‘thwack’ with it, hissing. “You keep complaining about girls but you can’t even see that I love you!” you yelled out, disturbing some birds from their slumber.

You raised your bag again, hitting him before realizing what you had blurted out. You didn’t even have the energy to blush, just weakly glared at him before turning to walk away.

Our dear Tooru-chan was shocked, and just watched you walked away. He raised his hand to call out to you but by now you were walking into the school. He dropped his hand, mulling your words over in his head. He didn’t know you felt that way. Okay he had a hint but…

Now he felt bad, we have a sad Tooru in our hands, and he stood up just as the bell rang. He brightened up because he would be able to talk to you in class, and maybe ask you when you started liking him? Loving him even.

When he arrived at the classroom, he saw that you had moved your seat and was talking to your friend. He could see you were ignoring him and he sat in his regular seat, pouting.

When classes ended he went straight to the third years, panting as he had ran from the classroom to the gym where they were.

“Iwa-chan y/n-chan just confes-”

“We know dumbass, she told us. Congratulations for just staying there doing nothing by the way.”


“Were you really that oblivious? Who could stand to hear your ass when you got whining Oikawa?” That was Takahiro (takashit-) talking, looking grim.

He tore off again, leaving everything behind and rushing to meet you halfway to your house. He caught up to you, stopping in front and panting.

“Y/n-chan I-”

“What? Came here to tell me you don’t feel the same way? Yeah I figured as much.”

“Wait what? No! I love you too!”

“Oikawa, if you say like a friend I’m never talking to you again.”

“I do love you. I just didn’t want to admit it… you’ve been with me since we were kids and I thought you wanted someone less annoying.-”

”I do.”


“But I love you. Unfortunately.”

He let out a cry, pouting.

“So mean Y/n-chan.”

“Someone has to be.”

Looks like this was going to be your always

Stuck [Han Solo x Reader]

Summary: By little choice of her own, the reader is pulled into the Millenium Falcon for a mini off-base vacation with Han and Chewie. Though, when you’re flying on the fastest hunk-of-junk in the galaxy, things are sure to go wrong by the dozens.

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: None that I know of! Lmk if I missed anything!

You hurried with a search-and-rescue team toward Hangar Five after receiving an urgent message from Han Solo. Since Han had specifically requested for you, they allowed you to lead the team. When you reached the door to Hangar Five, you typed in the code, the door opened, and you ran inside to see Han cleaning the outside of his ship, the Millennium Falcon. He looked up from the spot he was shining and smiled.

“Chewie, come out here! Our help has arrived,” he announced as he put his rag away. The search and rescue team shifted behind you and you heard murmurs of disapproval.

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Distance- An Adrienette Fanfic

Disclaimer:  This song is Distance by Christina Perri.  You should totally listen to it before/after you read this, if you want the whole picture.  

BACKGROUND: This song is in an AU where Marinette and Adrien are a part of a glee club/acapella singing group.  

She was nervous.  He was nervous too, but she couldn’t stop moving.  Adrien was used to going on stage—he was a model.  Butterflies always came, but you just got used to them.  Marinette, on the other hand, seemed like she’d create a rut in the ground from all her pacing.  

It was strange, he thought.  When she was on stage, something suddenly clicked.  Somehow she morphed into someone different—something almost perfect.  He found her nerves both adorable, and confusing at the same time.  

“Why are you nervous?” he finally asked her, reaching out to touch her elbow.  She stiffened at his touch and he pulled away instantly.  “—Sorry, I—“

“No no, it’s fine!” she smiled a little too widely.  “I’m the one who should be sorry,” she rushed out while laughing awkwardly, “I’m just so nervous.”

Adrien smiled softly, “That’s what I’m saying; you shouldn’t be nervous, you’re great.”

She scoffed, “At being clumsy and awkward, you mean.”

“No, at lighting up the—“ whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a voice coming from center stage.  It sounded muffled from behind the curtain.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the greatest show of your lives!” The voice said enthusiastically.

Marinette turned away from Adrien, offering a shy smile before she started walking away to her position.  “Good luck,” she murmured.

“I’ll take it,” he said to her, “Because you won’t need it.”

If she heard him, she didn’t act like it.

The curtain raised, and the music started.  The stage was pitch black, but he could practically see Marinette from across the stage.  There were people behind them—the rest of the group.  But this was their solo.  He could only see her.  A smile suddenly filled his face in anticipation to see his perfect lady in action on stage again.  He was being honest before.  She had absolutely no reason to be nervous.  The stage practically formed to her.

The light suddenly turned on, hitting Marinette.  He closed his eyes, listening to her voice.  Both soft, but incredibly strong and smooth.

“The sun is filling up the room,
I can hear you dreaming.
Do you feel the way I do
Right now?”

She turned and began walking further up stage, taking her time with each step.  There was a circular rotating platform in the middle of the stage—Adrien was standing on the far right edge of it.  Within a few seconds it’ll start spinning and I’ll start to sing, he thought.  She made her way to the center of the rotating platform where it didn’t spin that was marked with a small white “x”.

“I wish we would just give up,
‘Cause the best part is falling.
Call it anything but love
And I will…

“Make sure,”

The lights widened to reveal Adrien as he stretched a single arm towards her, but didn’t move closer.  The plat form began to move but she stayed still while he circled around her.  He didn’t mind this part.  It made him dizzy at first, but maybe that was just from looking at her.  

“To keep my distance,
Say I love you when you’re not listening
And how long can we keep this up?”

After he circled around her once he stepped towards her, grabbing her waist gently and swinging her slowly from side to side.  She pushed him away on the third swing as the second verse started and she sang.

“Please don’t stand so close to me,
I’m having trouble breathing.
I’m afraid of what you’ll see,”

She stepped away, turning her face away from him.  He let his arms fall as they both sang, “Right now.”  

“I give you everything I am,” she sang.

“All my broken heartbeats,” he joined with her again, walking against the platform so he’d stay in one place—like on a treadmill—as she continued to slowly spin towards him.  He glanced at the audience and found them transfixed on her.  He couldn’t blame them.

“Until I know you’ll understand,
And I will make sure,
To keep my distance.”  Just as she reached each him, Marinette slid past and he watched her go.  They caught a glimpse of each other and a strangely real moment passed between them.  But he must’ve imagined it.

“Say I love you when you’re not listening.
And how long can we keep this up?”

As the music picked up to lead into the bridge, they both stepped off the platform, standing on the stagnant stage as the light separated and focused on them each separately.  

“And I keep waiting,” he turned towards her as she turned towards him.

“For you to take me,” he stepped close, she stepped closer.

“You keep waiting
To save what we have,
So I’ll—“ they simultaneously stepped onto the spinning platform again.

“Make sure,” the music died, and it was suddenly just her sining.

“To keep my distance.
Say I love you when you’re not listening.”

He took a step towards her as she stepped towards him, getting closer to each other as they spun slowly and he joined her singing.

“How long can we keep this up?” they sang, the music building back up again as they both rushed towards each other, meeting in the center of the platform before the chorus repeated and everyone in the background would join in.

“Make sure to keep my distance
Say I love you when you’re not listening.
How long can ’till we call this love?”

They ended as they leaned their faces closer, their noses touching just as the lights turned off.  He wanted to kiss her.  He did.  But he knew he couldn’t—and not just because of their audience.

As he stepped back to get ready for the next song where Nino and Alya took the lead, he heard Marinette softly whisper “Good job,” as she disappeared onto the other side of the stage.  “You too,” he replied, but he was positive she wouldn’t hear.  

All the pretty girls

|Chapter 1|

“There’s something about her. Ya know? Like yeah, I’m pretty sure she could kick my ass….and I’d probably let her too. But she is just so damn beautiful….Baby doll is definitely the woman of my dreams… i mean….can I say that out loud or is that breaking kayfab too much?”

Eric, better known as Enzo Amore asked Renee Young during their interview for her little show. He shrugged his shoulders at a grinning Big Cass, before looking back at Renee. “Eh. Screw it. Its already been put out there.”

Kendra quickly hit pause on the video her best friend in the business, Sasha Banks, was showing her while they sat on the bench at the gym. “Hey!” Sasha complained. “It was just getting good.” Rolling her eyes, Kendra shoved the rest of her things into her duffle bag. “And what exactly was the good part?” She questioned snatching her water bottle off the floor. Sasha looked at her friend like she was crazy, before sliding her phone into her bag. “Um obviously the part where he confesses his undying love for you…duh..” This caused Kendra to snort. What kind of undying love was there to confess. For the passed three months Kendra had been running around the WWE trash talking her way through superstars and divas alike. Enzo and Big Cass had been in the way of her larger than life mouth a few times all ready. It was always fun to see the kind of faces Enzo made when she’d insult him. It kept her youthful. It really did. Outside of the WWE, it may have been a different story. They were put on flights together, tour buses. Meet and greats. Everything together. Kendra was lucky if a day went by where she didn’t see the tag team duo.

Standing up, she stretched her legs a bit. Not diving into all this Enzo Amore nonsense. Sasha eyed her suspiciously, standing as well. “You are being awfully quiet…its usually hard to make you shut up.” Glaring at Sasha, Kendra shook her head. “What is there to say? Oh gee, thanks Mr. Amore, I think you are swell too!” Kendra clasped her hands together and posed, causing laughter to erupt from her friend. “Okay…maybe not that. But, admit that you think he is cute. Admit that you enjoy his company. Don’t lie to yourself.” It was moments like this that Kendra wanted to give Sasha a clothesline(in a friendly way of course). Moments when she was absolutely right, but Kendra was just too stubborn to admit. She was a Guerrero after all. “I mean…..i guess his face is not a disaster.” Kendra spoke. She picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder, heading out of the gym.

“That’s a start!” Sasha yelled after her, jogging to catch up.


Kendra groaned as her back hit the mat wrong for the fifth time. She laid there for a moment and closed her eyes. Counting to ten slowly. “Sorry…” She heard a faint mumble. A voice that belonged to a certain vibrant red head. In a gentle fashion, Kendra sat up and looked at the girl she was training with, Eva Marie. Who in turn, looked at her in frustration. “At least you are getting better.” Kendra replied. Though the two of them weren’t friends, Brian Kendrick had asked her to stop by since she was in town, and train with some people. She didn’t expect to be in a ring with Eva, she didn’t even want to be. But she could admit that she saw the NXT diva putting in work, and even improving. “Its okay…lets just call it a day.” Eva nodded her head slightly, before climbing out of the ring and gathering her things. Letting out a sigh, Kendra leaned against the ring ropes, trying to catch her breath and clear her head.

“Well look at you paying it forward.”

Just hearing his voice made Kendra close her eyes as tight as possible. Trying to disappear and or make him disappear. She was in no mood to deal with Colby Lopez or as people called him Seth Rollins. Kendra could hear him climbing into the ring with her. “What do you want long neck?” The old nickname caused Colby to grin, it was quite the throwback. Shaking his head as he got into the ring, he leaned on the opposite side of the ropes from her. Opening her eyes, Kendra stared at the man before her. She had avoided many awkward conversations and run ins with the former WWE champion since she had been with the company. But she knew that her dodging wouldn’t last. That at some point she would have to interact with him. “You…little lady, have been avoiding me. At all costs it seems. Care to explain that?”

“There may be people in this business I have to explain myself to…but you are not one if those people Colby. ”

“You hurt my feelings Kenny… What we had wasn’t a waste of time. Don’t you know that?”

He pushed himself off of the ropes and walked towards her, Kendra studied him. He had a stern look on his face. “Your father would be proud you know…to see one of his little girls making a name for herself.” She felt so disgusted, honestly. Kendra raised the bottom of shirt and wiped the sweat off her face. It was so very easy to channel her rage at the man in front of her. “Don’t start with me Lopez. I have no problem taking you down.” A smirk crossed Colby’s lips. “That’s what I’m hoping for Guerrero.” Kendra felt like if she rolled her eyes anymore they may get so tired that they jump out of her skull to escape. Instead of entertaining him anymore, Kendra turned around and climbed out of the ring, jumping down to the floor. ‘Just keep moving Ken…ignore this idiot.’

“ You know…i saw the most interesting thing on the internet today… Oh how I love Renee and her little WWE segments.. Anyways, it looks like you got yourself your own little admirer. How sweet…”

Kendra stopped walking, she sighed and grabbed her bag. Keeping her back to him. He was trying to bait her, trying to get her to engage him even more. She didn’t want to fall for it. No….she wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time around. But that didn’t stop Colby from continuing his verbal attack. “I just find it funny how all these nobodies are always trying to get at you…all of them.” Kendra pressed her lips tightly together, she could just smack him.

“Yeah…and the biggest nobody is standing behind me in the ring.”

She gave her bag a small squeeze as she made her way out the door. Not bothering to give two flying fucks about what she was leaving behind.

“And there she goes! The frog splash by Kendra Jade!!”

After making contact with Alicia Fox, Kendra quickly hooked her leg, holding on tight. Her head bobbing every time the ref’s hand smacked the mat. After the third time, she quickly got up, her ears throbbing as the crowd cheered for her and her music hit. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and took in a deep breath. Kendra had been knocking down competitors left and right. And though it was a good way to start off her career, it hadn’t been the competitors that she wanted. Not by a long shot. She raised her arms in victory, giving a small celebration to the crowd. Her celebration along with her music was cut short and interrupted by a familiar tune. Kendra dropped her arms to her sides, immediately glaring up the ramp towards the entrance. The crowd started to boo as the Women’s Champion, Charlotte and her father Ric Flair started to walk down to the ring, mic in hand.

“Wow! Give it up for Kendra everyone! A true Guerrero through and through.”

The crowd cheered at the mention of Kendra, causing the champ to give them a dirty look. “Oh..so you will cheer for her! A nobody! But you wont even cheer for your own Women’s Champion!” Shaking her head she followed her father up the steel steps and into the ring. Her eyes landing on Kendra. “Like I said….a true Guerrero through and through.” She sneered. “And like a true Guerrero…you are just as pathetic. All Guerrero’s are pathetic. Its a gene that is obviously passed down.” Kendra could barely hear the diva before her, thanks to the protest of the audience. Her brown eyes looked around at them, before she glanced back at Charlotte. Not really taking the little trap she was trying to lay down. “See lucky for me, the Flair trait is that of a pure athlete..that of pure talent. A body made to be a champion. And maybe one day you’ll get to that point Kendra. But right now you are just a pathetic little girl living in the shadow of her father. See that’s why these people cheer for you. Not because they love you…but because they love your father!” Squinting her eyes Kendra looked over at Ric Flair. Did Charlotte forget who she was standing next to? Did she forget how she was always boasting about being a Flair? “ And lucky for me…my dad is right here beside me, and my father…unlike yours, was a great champion and superstar.”

At the mention of her father Kendra quickly got in Charlotte’s face. No words came out of her mouth as she stared her down. Shaking her head slowly in disgust. The Women’s Champion had dropped her microphone as soon as Kendra stepped up to her. She smirked slightly, before shrugging her shoulders at the shorter diva. “The Guerrero name is so pathetic!” Charlotte yelled, loud enough for the cameras to pick up. “And you are pathetic..just like your father.” At that moment, Kendra saw nothing but red. Her eyes slightly glazing over. She let out a loud scream, her warrior cry, before she looked Charlotte right in her face and super kicked her father. The crowd cheered as Ric Flair fell backwards, out like a light.

“And down goes Ric Flair! Like an old dusty Christmas tree!” Yelled JBL.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide, as she looked down at her father. Before she even had time to react, she was tackled to the mat. Lefts and rights being thrown at her. Kendra wove her fingers into Charlotte’s hair, lifting her head up and slamming it back down on the mat over and over again. It wasn’t long until Kendra heard distinctive shouting amongst the cheering of the crowd. She glanced up to see refs coming out along with a few security men. Kendra quickly licked her lips and placed a kiss on the forehead of the beaten down champ. “Gotta jet ” She told her, pushing herself up, the young Guerrero rolled out of the ring and hopped over the barricade. Getting as far away from security and the refs as she could. The audience continued to cheer, causing Kendra to smirk as she headed up the stairs, moving through the crowd, trying to get to an exit. She glanced over her shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte on her feet, trying to help her father up.

Kendra wasn’t sorry at all. Not by a long shot.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kendra Jade.”

Getting a loud pop as she stepped into view, Kendra brushed some hair out of her face and looked around, a small smile.

“Kendra, earlier tonight we saw the Women’s Champion come out and insult you, and the legacy of the Guerrero name-”

Placing her hand on JoJo’s shoulder, Kendra stopped her from talking. “Listen sister, we all know what happened. Everyone saw it…and I loved it. And in the end, I don’t regret taking both Charlotte and her father down…and I gotta say, that I did it with F-L-A-I-R!” Shrugging her shoulders, Kendra glanced down at the younger girl. “I have no interest in Charlotte…nor will I ever. She has nothing I want. I don’t want her belt…her life style. I don’t want her man hands. And I sure as hell don’t want her father. I’m a Guerrero. And no, I don’t boast about that, because I’m trying to make my own path in the WWE. I have bigger things in my sight. Much bigger things. So Charlotte can stay at the bottom, where she belongs.” Before JoJo could ask another question, Kendra turned around and walked away. The crowd cheering for her some more.

Kendra sat in catering as the rest of the show went on. Tossing grapes in the air one by one and catching them in her mouth. She tossed her final grape in the air, prepared for it to land in her mouth with ease. But the sound of running distracted her, and the grape hit her chin, falling to the ground. Looking around, Kendra noticed Sasha running her way. She passed Kendra and sat down across from her. Her eyes wide. “Something is about to happen!” She squealed. Before calming her self down completely as if she didn’t just freak out. Kendra raised an eyebrow and stared at Sasha in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Sasha kept her lips closed and mouthed something to Ken. But she couldn’t make out what it was. There were shadows lingering over Kendra and her table. One more larger than the other. Which only added more to her confusion. “Ladies, how you doin’?”


He and Big Cas sat down at the table with the girls, Kendra observed them before looking at her best friend. Seeing her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Placing her hand on the table top, Ken began to drum her finger tips slowly. There was something strange with in the atmosphere of the table. Like everybody was waiting for something big to happen. And the fact that everyone was silent didn’t help at all. “So…are you ladies going out with the others tonight? I heard they’re gonna hit up this BBQ place.”

“Oh yeah. We are totally going. Kendra loves going out with everyone.” Sasha answered, grinning from ear to ear.

Kendra shot her a look before shaking her head slightly. “Actually, I was planning on just grabbing my stuff and heading off to the next town. I had a long night last night writing a post for my blog and answering fan questions….”

Enzo tried to act casual as he leaned back in his seat, and draped his arm across the back of Kendra’s chair. “Oh…your blog huh? That’s cool that you put yourself out there like that and talk to fans.” Of course Enzo knew she had a blog, he knew that she loved to write. He stared at her, before clearing his throat. “I mean…that’s what’s up. But come on pretty lady. Sometimes a night out is all a person needs. And I’m sure you’re a blast to be around once you really let loose.”

Sasha snorted before she leaned forward, she never in her life had the pleasure of seeing Kendra let loose. Though they were best friends, Kendra was very dedicated to her job and being the best. “Oh trust me, she is going. In fact. We can all go together. ” Sasha suggested. Kendra’s eyes widened, did she not just say that she had plans to just head back to the hotel?

“What a coincidence…” A new voice broke out. “I am going to be attending that little outing as well. Maybe you and I can match our outfits together Kenny….just like old times.”

What was it? Run into Colby day? Kendra didn’t even bother acknowledging him. And without even looking at her Best friend, she knew that Sasha was glaring at Colby. Probably giving him the nastiest look she could. “Nobody was talking to you Lopez. So keep it moving.”

Seth placed his hand over his heart, the smirk never leaving his face. “You wound me Sasha. Luckily, no one was talking to you either…so stay out of it ” Seth placed his hand on Kendra’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “I’ll see you after the show…save me a seat yeah?” With out even giving any of his time to Enzo, Seth pretended like he didn’t even see him, or his large friend, and walked away.

After seeing the interaction between Colby and Kendra, or lack there of on Kendra’s part, Enzo looked at Cass. And pointed at Lopez as he walked down the hallway. “This fuckin’ guy.” Cass grunted, nodding his head in agreement. He wasn’t gonna let this cross fit power ranger stop him from what he wanted. “So cupcake, about tonight?” Enzo turned his attention to Kendra, who was deep in thought.

She had enough of her ex-boyfriend in one day to last her the rest of her life. Why couldn’t he have just been traded to SmackDown. And though she was lost in her thoughts, Kendra could barely hear what was just said to her. But she got the gist of it. And it was at that moment that she decided something else. Not only would she push Colby Lopez as far away from her as physically and emotionally possible. But she didn’t want to be so predictable. So cookie cutter. So sure of herself. Because sometimes it was good to be unsure. Sometimes it was okay to break out of your comfort zone. No. Kendra was done being predictable. She was ready for excitement. Adventure. Something thrilling. And the man next to her, who she would never admit she found attractive, or adorable, he could give her those things. It looked like 'Smacktalker Skywalker’ was about to get his own Princess Leia. Breaking free from her thoughts, she glanced over at him.

“Yeah, we will meet you there. Won’t we Sasha?”

Sasha didn’t say anything for a moment. She was speechless. Just staring at her friend like she grew an extra head. But that shock only lasted a moment, before a big smile spread across her face. “Yes….yes we will.”


A/N: Yay! Okay so this is my first anon request haha and I don’t wanna be weird about it, so here it is! Hope whoever requested this likes it and thank you for requesting it! I loved writing it!! 

You and Dean were having your Friday night routine of buying a plethora of candy and popcorn, setting up the couch bed with a multitude of pillows and blankets and watching whatever movie series or new TV series you two felt like watching. Dean always looked forward to Friday nights, he always got to hold you close, feel your heartbeat next to his, run his fingers through your hair and just overall be next to you all night.

During the half of the second movie you started to slowly fade away, with the background noise of the movie, your eyes getting heavy, and Dean constantly running his hand through your hair was slowly lulling you to sleep. Dean started to feel you move closer to him and snuggle into his side more which he knew was a sign that you were about to give into sleep, he knew especially when you were gone when your breathing evened out and slowed down.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Dean whispered trying to make sure you’re completely out of it, he chuckles when you try to snuggle your way closer into him. Now he knew for sure that you were asleep. 

“Y/N, I know you won’t hear any of this or have any memory of me saying anything but I just need you to know…I need you to know how much you mean to me. God, you’re so beautiful and perfect, I have no clue how you even ended up with me. I will always protect you, I swear nothing will ever happen to you if I have a chance to stop it.”

You started to open your eyes slowly because you could feel Dean talking underneath you by the vibrations from his voice. But once you heard the ending of his confession, you stopped and just listened.

“I love you Y/N, I know I don’t say that often, hell we just started saying it openly to each other. But I love you so much, I love your smile how it brightens up whatever room you walk into, I love your laugh how it can make me smile no matter whatever the situation is, I love how when you get aggravated you start to continuously rub your nose, still don’t really understand why that is. Or when we’re doing research and you find something, your beautiful eyes light up and you get really excited that you got to the information before Sammy did. God I could just go on forever and the list would just keep going….you’re just so utterly perfect. I am seriously, deeply, truly in love with you and every little thing about you that makes you….well you.”

At that you had the biggest smile on your face and were wondering whether you should say something or just let him have his confession. You laid there just a little longer and tried to snuggle a little closer, heard him chuckle slightly and sighed “I love you Dean” just before finally resting your head against his chest with your smile clearly still evident on your face, as you drifted back to sleep unnoticed by Dean. 

He smiled at what you had said, kissed the top of your head and situated himself as he started to fall into a quiet slumber next to the woman that he loved.


Jealous Jackson ~ Part Two

This is completely not what you’re expecting guys, please don’t hate me. It just came out this way idk what happened. I’m so sorry. Half of this is drama and not even smut I apologize so deeply.

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Cheating, Appearance by Markipoo.

You didn’t think he’d walk in. You honestly didn’t think he’d even be there. Why would he be? It wasn’t his house. But of course Jackson showed up. Walked right into Mark’s apartment, using his spare key to unlock the door, holding groceries and take out. You tried pulling away before he saw anything, but Mark’s hand was on the back of your head, firmly holding you on him with a deep groan. You close your eyes when Jackson walks into the room, knowing, just knowing. Shit was about to go down.

“What the fuck?!” His screech reaches your ears and you flinch. You reach up and smack at Mark’s wrist, forcing him to let go so you could pull off of his cock with a pop. You look over and see Jackson’s confused face, glancing back and forth between you and the naked boy you were kneeling in front of.

“Jackson I can explain,” you say, wiping your mouth and standing up. He doesn’t say a word, watching your every move with a dropped jaw. You didn’t know what to say, what to explain when you weren’t even doing anything wrong. You weren’t dating Jackson but you still search for words. “I uh..”

“Why do you need to explain anything?” Mark asks. “I’m confused guys.. What’s going on?”

“I um..” You repeat, looking at the nude blonde sat on the couch. “I..”

“She’s mine Mark! How could you?!”

“Yours?” Mark retaliates with a questioning tone.


“You guys are dating? But I thought you liked me?”

“What?” You splutter, choking on your spit. “No! God no-”

Your head turns and you see Jackson stomping off. Without a second thought you run after him.

“Wait y/n,” Mark stops you and you face him, biting your lip. Your mouth opens and closes, your head whipping to watch Jackson get further away but looking back at him.

“I’m sorry Mark. I just-” without another word you’re turning the corner and leaving Mark behind.

“Jackson wait,” you jog down the hall, barely catching him turning into the spare room at the end. You groan and hurriedly follow him, the door slamming shut as soon as you run inside. You flip around and see him, leaning up against the wall and staring at you with dark eyes. You swallow thickly. “Jackson, I-”

“Save your bullshit,” he snaps. You could hear the hurt wavering in his voice.

“It meant nothing,” you say slowly, reaching your hand out to him. You didn’t even know why you needed to say that in the first place. Whether whatever you and Mark did meant anything or not, it had nothing to do with Jackson. “It meant absolutely nothing, I swear..”

“I don’t believe you!” He shouts. His face was red with anger and heart break and he needed to blow up on someone. Or something. He spins his body around and delivers a nice hard punch to the door, making a decent sized hole appear under his fist. Thinking back to the moment he walked in on you taking one of his closest friends cock deep into your mouth, he feels tears prickle his eyes. “Fuck!” He screams and pulls at his dark hair.

He didn’t turn back to face you and you knew he had let his tears out by the way he was furiously wiping at his cheeks. The guilt settles in your throat and you couldn’t swallow it down.


“What?!” He barks, still not looking at you and staying faced towards the now broken door.

“I didn’t even know we were.. whatever you think we are.. I thought we were just friends..” You say gently. You reach out to touch his shoulder and he flinches.

“Don’t touch,” he warns you lowly and you quickly yank your hand back. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you but he was upset right now and if he needed space, you’d give it to him. “God damn it y/n!”

Jackson punches the door again, but this time not hard enough to leave another hole. He turns around to grab your wrist and pulls you to his chest, crushing you in an unexpected hug. With widened eyes, you let him squeeze you, his damp face pushed into your neck. His tears were cold against your hot skin.

“You know how I feel about you!” He accuses, his voice cracking at the end and just breaking your heart into a million pieces. “I fucking know you know! You have to.. You just have to..”

You were too oblivious to realize anything before, and even now when the words were coming out of his mouth you still couldn’t comprehend.

“You know how crazy I am about you and how- and how much I-” he gets choked up and has to hug you tighter, more tears coming from his eyes. He starts whispering. “You know how much I love you don’t you? I love you so much, so fucking much and it’s eating me alive and driving me absolutely fucking crazy that you don’t feel the same.”

“No Jackson-” you try pushing him away and you’re successful, but he grabs your hands and gets down on his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with big, watering brown eyes and you frown. “Jackson..”

“No y/n,” he shakes his head. “I can’t take this anymore! I can’t take you running around with other guys, Mark specifically! I need you to be mine! Mine and only mine, not Mark’s. Not anyone’s but mine.”

Without saying anything you pull him up from the floor, tugging your hands from his. You grab his face and bring him closer, brushing your noses together. Before you kiss him he speaks up, broken voice killing you.

“You’re my everything..” He whispers.

“I know..” You nod, kissing the corner of his mouth. You kiss the tears from his cheeks.

“Please don’t hurt me again,” he begs quietly. “Please. Please-”

“Ssh ssh ssh,” you gently shush him, pushing your lips to his in a salty kiss.

What started out soft quickly grew fast and needy, Jackson’s hands gripping at any part of you he could to pull you closer as his mouth devoured your own. More tears were making their way down his cheeks but he didn’t care. Your fingers tug on the zipper of his jacket and he helps you push it off his shoulders. His lips still planted on yours, he starts walking you backwards, pulling his coat off. You were just in a bra, since you and Mark had been messing around, and Jackson easily gets it off and on the floor, just as you fall back onto the bed. Neither of you cared that you were about to have sex in Mark’s spare room.

Jackson’s body fits between your legs, his hand groping your panties and pulling them off roughly before fitting his hips against yours. His mouth travels over your skin, hot breath causing goosebumps to rise under his smooth hands.

Your fingers tangle into his hair as his tongue rolls over your nipple, your head tilting back at the familiar feeling. So many times you’ve done this before, even though this time was different with Jackson’s needy and desperate touches. This time he was crying, you were on the verge of tears yourself, and the air was thick with not only lust but love too. He told you how he felt about you and he was going to make sure you believed him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, making eye contact as he kisses his way down your body. His lips brush over your thighs, a moan leaving his mouth. “Love your thighs. So thick… so fucking beautiful.”

You whine and pull on his hair, bringing his face closer to where you want, needed him most. He blows cold air on you and it makes your thighs squeeze shut. His hands spread your knees apart.

“Keep ‘em wide open for me,” he murmurs, straining his neck to kiss your aching core. His tongue presses flat against you and your body shivers under his light flicks and licks. He traces around and circles your entrance with the tip of his slimy muscle, gently pushing in and pulling right back out when you moan.

“Jackson stop playing,” you beg, helpless under the movements of his quick tongue. He pulls away and looks up at you.

“You mean like how you played with my heart?” he asks and you freeze, before frowning.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, with nothing else to say.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles. He moves back down again but without the strong confidence he had before. He lazily sucks on your clit but you felt no pleasure, only pain and guilt, so you pull on his hair to bring him back up.

“Jackson stop,” you continue once you have his attention. “It’s not fine. You can’t say that-”

“I know it’s not okay,” he cuts you off with a crack in his voice. “But what the hell else are you expecting me to say? I love you. Even if we leave this room, together, and you go behind my back again with my best fucking friend, I’ll forgive you. You do it five more times? Six? I’ll still forgive you. If I say it’s okay, when it’s not, I can pretend like it actually is. Even if you go behind my back with Mark every week, every night, whatever, I’ll still forgive you. No matter how many times, even if you don’t love me, I’ll continue loving you.”

“Jackson no no no hey,” your hands squish his cheeks and pull him up your body. You plant, one, two, three kisses on his lips, your thumbs swiping away his fresh tears. “I do love you. I do so much.”

“Then why the hell do you sneak around? Why do you keep coming back to Mark? I walked in on you fucking sucking his dick, after you had just said you would never see him again! You said you were mine and no one else’s but you let me walk into that!”

“I know!” You kiss him again. “I know, and I am so fucking sorry Jackson. I’m so sorry. I love you, not Mark. I will always and forever only love you. Only you…”

He looks at you with hopeful eyes, but its gone within seconds and he rips his head out of your hands, looking away and not making eye contact with you. “You said that last time.”

“Jackson please,” you bring him back, kissing his nose and the corner of his mouth, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling your hands away and crawling off the bed. “I need time.”

“Jackson no wait,” You watch him get dressed slowly and silently. “Please.”

“Please what? Please stay?” He looks at you, fully clothed and you bite your lip. He shakes his head and messes his hair up, like he always has done when he’s overly frustrated. “I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to go. I’ll um… I’ll call you or something.”

“Jackson-” He leaves you in the room alone and you sit on the bed with your jaw on the floor.

You flinch when the front door slams loudly and echoes all the way into the room you were in. Hoisting yourself to sit up, you play with your hands in your lap, not wanting to leave and face anyone.
“Are you okay?”

You snap your head up. “Oh uh,” you grab a pillow and cover yourself as Mark makes his way into the room. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me,” he smiles prettily at you and you slump your shoulders, sighing.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he sits on the edge of the mattress next to you, and you cover yourself a little better. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh again. “Nothing’s really wrong. Jackson’s just-”

“Do you love him?”

When you look up, Mark was idly tracing the designs on the duvet, watching his fingers intently follow the stitches of endless swirls.

“I-” you stutter, caught off guard. “I mean, yeah. I do, I guess.”

“You guess?” He looks up at you and you see the question lingering in his dark eyes. He scrunches his eyebrows when you don’t answer, you couldn’t and he could tell, so he nods, his bottom lip sticking out a bit as he looks away again to speak to the blanket. “Okay. I understand.”


“Can I have one last kiss? I’ll leave you alone, never speak to you again if that’s what you want, if I can just kiss you once.” He’s looking up again and you’re speechless.

“Mark,” you start.

“Please. I promise, just one kiss.”

You chew on your lip in contemplation. Your head is nodding, shocking even you and the boy on the edge twists his body and moves until he’s right in front of you. His hand softly cradles your jaw and you accept it when he leans forward and captures your lips with his own. After a few seconds he doesn’t pull away but just as you go to, he tightens his grip on you and keeps you in place.


“Ssh,” he whispers, moving his lips along yours.

He steals the breath right out of your lungs, almost making you choke on nothing as he deepens the kiss. You’re reaching to grab his shirt and pull him closer, and it’s the first time you realize he doesn’t even have one on.

Mark’s hands move and he grabs the pillow first, moving it from in front of you, then grabbing your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he lays down. You don’t stop his tongue when it clashes with yours. You don’t stop his hands from roaming over your bare body, wandering down the back of your thighs, and you don’t stop him when he pulls his sweats off. You should’ve, you had warning sirens going off in your head but you ignored them and kissed Mark harder, grinding down onto his erection.

“Y/n,” he pants.

“Don’t stop,” you tell him, placing sloppy quick kisses down his neck. You harshly suck on his collarbones and he moans loudly.


Mark goes back to feeling you up, his fingers pinching at any exposed skin he could reach. He strokes your heat gently. sliding his fingers through your wetness that was meant for Jackson. He presses his long digits inside and you whine against his chest, pushing yourself back onto his hand. This was wrong, you knew that, but Jackson left. He walked out on you.

“That’s right, ride my fingers,” Mark huskily whispers, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace. He stretches you open and pulls out, using your slick to lube up his cock before he’s lowering you down onto him. You lean over him, your hair tied up and messy, and he intensely stares at you with his lip between his teeth as you circle your hips. “Come on.”

You grab his hands and put them above his head, your fingers locked together as you lift up. You fall back down and pick up the pace until you’re slamming down onto him, his cock pressing inside you so deep and pulsing against your walls.

“Mark,” you rasp, rolling your body and making the boy under you groan. You squeak, your nails digging into the backs of his hands, when he bucks up. He squeezes your hands as he rams up into you, forcing inside your tightness and jabbing against your g-spot. “Fuck! Mark right there, right there please god don’t stop.”

Despite your pleas, Mark pulls away from you and pushes you off of him. He lays you down and spreads your legs before plunging back into you. You scream and he drops on top of you, covering your mouth with his own and swallowing down your noises. His hand soon replaces his lips, clamping over your mouth and staring into your eyes as his heavy breath fans over your face. He was grunting and moaning, listening to you scream into his palm while he propels his cock deep inside of you. In no time he finds your spot again and abuses it harshly, tears leaking from your eyes as his pulsating head pierces your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over. The pleasure was so overwhelming you had to cry, you’re glad he knew to keep his hand over your mouth otherwise you’d disturb the neighbors.

“You okay?” Mark pants. You nod frantically and he presses a kiss to your forehead, driving his hard dick into you faster and deeper if that was possible.

You squirm around as your stomach tightens up with your approaching orgasm, another muffled scream leaving your mouth.

“Close?” Mark manages to gasp out and you nod as you look at him, more tears falling from your eyes. “Come baby, come on.”

You strain to hold on a little bit longer, but the feeling of Mark’s throbbing cock thrusting inside of you drove you over the edge, your body quaking with the force of your ecstasy wave. Pleasure spikes through every part of you, your mouth continuing to let out smothered noises caught by Mark’s sweaty hand. He pulls away, wildly pushing into you and chasing his own release as you breathe under him.

“Mark,” you rasp his name out and he smashes his lips onto yours, groaning and whimpering before one last thrust pushes him over the edge and your clenching heat has him seeing white. He chokes on his moans. his eyes squeezed tightly shut and perfectly white teeth digging into his bottom lip as he shoots inside of you. his hips jerk and he slows down, gently sliding in and out to milk himself dry. Once he’s finished he collapses on top of you, face buried into your neck as he tries to catch his breath. He pecks your sticky lips before pulling out and rolling over to fall asleep.

You sit in nothing but silence, save for Mark’s soft snoring next to you, feeling dirty and disgusting as you think about what you just did. You couldn’t help the broken sob that left your lips or the dull ache in your heart when the reality finally hit you.

I didn’t even read over this. Please please don’t hate me because I love you all so much.

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oisuga fic rec list

oisuga has been my otp for a long time now, and i’ve read some amazing fics and made some great friends while doing my time in hell. i’d like to share some of the fics i feel like are both fantastic and easy for people to read, especially if they don’t often read fic or have just gotten into oisuga.

i don’t like angst and i don’t read porn, so for the most part this list is full of fluffy, sweet fics. i’m also not claiming this is an exhaustive list of all good, fluffy oisuga fics out there. these are just the ones i especially liked and want others to read.


Stargazing, by grandAce
He didn’t know much about stargazing, but apparently he didn’t need to.

i can’t very well start a rec list without including this fic, which i think is the origin of oisuga + space/star themes. it’s about oikawa and suga going on a date, while suga keeps oikawa from getting too worked up over making it perfect.

Stuck in the Middle With You, by overlymetaromantic
It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.

this fic is seven chapters, one for each prompt of the first oisuga week. it’s all about oikawa and suga’s awkward courtship while they try to figure each other out. somewhat canon compliant, takes place during high school.

A Boy Like Me’s Just Irresistible, by overlymetaromantic
(A continuation of this, in which college is a little more fun when there’s someone by your side.) 

a sequel to stuck in the middle with you, but taking place during university. it’s funny and adorable, and i love how the author keeps their dynamic fun even after they’re in a relationship. 

Hold The Sugar, by transtobio
Oikawa Tooru had walked into Karasuno cafe with the intention of finding Kageyama and teasing him. He didn’t expect to meet the most attractive barista of all time, but what can you do?

the coffee shop au we all want and deserve. featuring oikawa not being as smooth as he’d like, and suga being charmed despite himself.

Due Season, by aroceu and memorde
The documentation of a relationship that’s more than a brief encounter, longer than a week in summer, and closer than any distance that words can’t cross.

these two are my favorite oisuga authors, so it makes sense that when they team up for a fic, it’s amazing! due season is not yet complete, but it’s well worth the read anyway. in an au where aobajousai and karasuno have a training camp together, things progress a little differently.

Coincidence, by memorde
coincidence • n. 1 a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. correspondence in nature or in time of occurrence.

i’m going to be perfectly honest here: coincidence is the entire reason i wanted to make a rec list for oisuga. if you’re going to read just one fic, make it this one. it’s about oikawa and suga meeting through a series of coincidences (or not-so-coincidences) and how their relationship progresses from there.

How (Not) To Share A Bathroom, by memorde
A love story in two parts, told in passive-aggressive post-it notes and cluttered bathroom shelves, late nights and early mornings, locked doors and near misses.

the transition to university is stressful, especially when you share a bathroom with someone you’ve only communicated with in sticky notes. it’s even worse when you develop an embarrassing crush on him.

To and From, by memorde
Thanks for leaving me your number last night~! I’m flattered by your interest, but I’m not looking to date anyone right now. Have a good day~! n_n

someone should stop isy from writing perfect oisuga fics so often, tbh. suga gets a wrong number text from someone one morning. even though the text was a rejection, the wrong number weirdo keeps texting suga.

hung the stars, by aroceu
Tooru loves aliens. Koushi happens to be one.

i love, love love creative and silly aus, so of course this one tops the list! oikawa meets an alien one night when he’s young, and they visit a few more times over the years.

first bet, second guess,  by aroceu
This is all a very bad idea, in Suga’s opinion. He is not looking forward to waking up accidentally spooned against the guy he likes.

bed sharing… yes. featuring another one of my favorites: oikawa being so taken by suga he sucks at doing what he wants to do.

Marvel Scale, by Volleybird
Oikawa believes in many things. And sometimes, they’re actually real.

the mermaid au i’ve been carving for too long! features oikawa sharing his human food with mersuga, and their mutual curiosity about each other.

Phone Tag, by Icie
Oikawa goes on a quest for Sugawara’s number - he didn’t actually expect to get it.

all of my favorite things in one fic: cute texting scenes, suga throwing oikawa off guard by flirting back with him, and exploration of how similar they really are.

Over the Moon, by togekissies
If there is one thing Tooru is absolutely positive of, it’s that he needs to break off this thing he has with Suga.

i feel silly putting my own fic on this list, but, well… i feel like these are good, easy fics to read. in this au oikawa and suga share an apartment while they attend university, and oikawa somehow accidentally started dating suga, then convinced himself he wants to break up with him.

Mess, by togekissies
Fact one: Oikawa and Suga are not dating.
Fact two: Oikawa seems to have forgotten fact one.

mess takes place in the same au as over the moon, though it’s chronologically first. i wrote and published it months later and both can be read in any order. mess shows how their relationship started.

BONUS! (it’s not primary oisuga, but i love this fic so much i’m gonna rec it anyway)

do me (a favor), by meguri_aite
“I would be forever in your debt if you could date Daichi for a bit,” continued Sugawara in a conversational tone that was probably appropriate for a wide range of subjects, but, Kuroo thought dimly, not this particular one.

this is a kurodai fic, but it’s kicked into action because suga wants to date oikawa–and is afraid he may think suga’s already taken by daichi. so his brilliant plan is to ask daichi to pretend date kuroo for a while, so oikawa knows he’s available. too bad (or good thing?) kuroo’s nursing a crush on daichi!

Feature Friday! Toadallytickles!

FF:  We’re joined by the adorable @toadallytickles​ today! Could you tell us a bit about yourself?

T: Aah! Well I’m Toad, online that is, after my favourite animal, not the Super Mario character. I get asked that a lot! I just turned 20 at the start of March, I live in Ontario, and currently in college to be a Fish and Wildlife Technician as I would love to work with animals and the environment in my future career! Even though I am very tune with nature, I also do Photoshopping, graphic design, digital art, and computer program! My computer programming teacher keeps my games and programs too to show them off to his future classes as I used Photoshop to design them! I am also very big on self-love, body positivity, sex positivity, sexuality, mental health, relationships, and life in general! I am very open with these topics myself, so I love discussing them openly with others without judgment, so if you need someone to talk to about anything, you’re welcome to come to me!

FF: Wow! What a kind and caring friend we have here! And so multitalented too!
Tell me, how long have you been a part of the community for?

T: I made my blog in December 2015, a few days after Christmas! So for a year and a couple of months now I’ve been in this community and ya’ll still tolerate me, ha-

FF: Tolerate you?? We love you! Don’t we folks? Of course we do! So tell me, what inspired you to join the community?

T: Oooh stop~ I literally do nothing in this community except complain about not being tickled and flaunt how much I am a ho for them bye-
HA OKAY- So like since the summer of 2015, I’d just scroll through thebest-medicine and fluffytickles’ blogs for the amazing fanfics and art, and that’s how I found out there was a whole community! And I had to join of course! I don’t know why I did it so late though!

FF: On behalf of everyone in the community, let me say…that we’re so blessed to have you!!! We love having such a great friend as you in the community.

So what are some of your dreams and aspirations, Toad?

T: Aaww~! Well thank you very much! I love being apart of this community, and I’m so happy you all accept me for who I am! There are soooo many amazing people in this community, and I can’t believe I get to call some of them my closest friends! So pure, I would have never thought of making forever friends on here!

Ah- this may conflict with what I said earlier, though I think my biggest dream would be to be really attractive, like beautiful to the point I fully believe it and feel it. Like, I love myself right now, I think I’m pretty, but I mean I could look so much better if I worked for it. I’d love to do photoshoots too one day. I would love to be famous too, or just be known by a lot of people. I’ve had that dream since I was a kid. Most of it is to get revenge on everyone who was brutally mean to me in school, in a way of “you didn’t stop me.” It would be all for good, I swear. Like for raising awareness to stop bullying by sharing my story, or how we need to be much kinder to nature, or me being so open about my sexuality and body it inspires others. And of course if I had money, I could spoil my moms!
Those are really big dreams though. Generally, I just aspire to be amazing in my future career, whatever it may be, and be happy.

FF: Well that’s truly inspirational. You’re a beautiful, powerful person inside and out and we’re all truly grateful to know such an awe-inspiring amphibian Amazon.
And what would you say is your favorite part of the community?

T: Oh- ​( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hm, well there’s a lot to like here. Though my favourite part of the community would have to be all of the people apart of it! We are all here because we all enjoy tickling, though we are just regular people with lives and families and friends and an education and talents and dreams, y'know? It is really comforting knowing that I’m not alone feeling ashamed for it when a lot of other people have the same interest, though from the outside and from knowing them, they’re just people who you’d meet at school, or at work, or on the street. It just makes it easier for me to accept the kink and myself rather than feeling ashamed and constantly stressing over it.
Also just how friendly everyone is. Its been real easy to gain confidence and love myself because a lot of people have been so supportive and kind to me when I post personal stories or share selfies or teasy gifs. Yeah.. a lot of compliments are given out and that’s definitely helped me believe and accept them! I really appreciate it all!

FF: Awww, that’s great to hear! There’s so much to like about the community!
Is there anything else you’d like to say to our readers before we hop on to bonus questions?

I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who follows me and for being so kind to me through the months and being so supportive! I am really happy you guys like my blog and enjoy my company! Seriously, I would not be who I am at this very moment without your lovely compliments, support, and friendship. I suck at making friends in person and online so I am still very surprised a lot of you want to be my friend and are friends with me, though you never gave up on me and I am forever grateful for that because I have grown into a better, confident person. Thank you very very much for being so kind to not only me, but to fellow community members too. Kindness goes a long way, and I hope you are able to experience what I have experienced being in this community

I wish you the best of luck with whatever is upcoming in your lives, such as exams or job searching, or graduation, or prom shopping, or house searching, or college applications. Remember to be your very best self, though take it easy too!

FF: That’s great advice. Thank you so much.
So, an anon asks, what inspires you?

T: What inspires me? With work and self-esteem, it’s more of what drives me. I’m closer to my mum, and her side of the family lives a few minutes from us, so I grew up having to hang out with them and the cousins. Though, they are SUPER dysfunctional like- oh my god, the stories are horrible. Like my family at home is silly-crazy, we’re weird, but these people are just… ugh… I hate them. My family is nothing like them, and we’re keeping it that way. So that drives me to excel in school and go to college and get that career I want. With my self-esteem, I want to be good-looking and confident, so if I ever run into anyone from elementary and high school, revenge is served right there at the first glace.
I guess what inspires me though is my friends. I mean, I can’t believe people actually enjoy my company and friendship. I’m glad I have traits that attract them and I can make them happy. It reminds me on days where I’m down, they are always expecting to hear from me soon, or see me tomorrow in class. And if I shared my issues, they’d be there for me with open arms and be patient with me. Just thinking about how hurt and destroyed they’d be if I dropped out, or just vanished from their lives.. is devastating. They definitely inspire me to keep on living life when things are tough, and to continue being the amazing person I am!
Nature is also inspiring to me. I like all the big and little things it has to offer. It reminds me why I’m here in college and why I love it so much, that one day I’m going to be happy helping and working with it, hopefully making it better!

FF: Truly inspiring yet again!
And one last question.
What quote defines you?

“I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.”
— Rikkie Gale

FF: Ooh powerful!! Well, thank you for your time so much, Toad!

And if you want to be friends with this adorable amphibian aficionada, then go visit @toadallytickles!!


Never | Isaac Lahey Imagine 

request ; a one shot where somehow isaac thinks the reader is going to hit him/ throw something at him and he flinches and the reader spends the rest of the night cuddling him and reassuring him :) 

word count ; 1118

warnings ; mentions of abuse (physical), mild swearing, bby isaac deserving the world. 

The fight had started two hours ago, beginning with playful banter and teasing and escalating into a full on screaming match in the McCall’s living room. Melissa was working late, thankfully, and Scott had awkwardly left the house, seeking refuge at Stiles’ place. You had the house to yourselves, and you weren’t taking advantage of it the way you had originally wanted to. Yelling at each other from different rooms instead of falling asleep together on the couch, you furiously began packing your things that usually stayed put in Isaac’s room. When you finished, you stormed into the living room, where Isaac was pacing back and forth with a scowl. 

“Where are you going?” He demanded, stepping in front of the door and crossing his arms as you rooted through Melissa’s bookshelf. You had your own little space at the McCall’s, considering you were over there more than you were at your own house, and you had been permitted to keep whatever books you wanted over there. 

“I’m not staying here tonight,” you replied stiffly, nearly pausing to see his reaction but deciding to just continue doing what you were doing. 

“You can’t just run away every time we fight, Y/N! That’s not how it works!” He yelled, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He loved you to death, even if he hadn’t exactly said so yet, but damn it you were so infuriating sometimes it drove him over the edge. “Oh, I’m Y/N, and I walk out the minute my boyfriend and I start fighting because I don’t want to actually fix things!” He mimicked childishly just as you found the book you were looking for, meaning you spun around with a brick sized novel in your hands. 

“No! I walk away because I don’t want to have a fight that gets so bad that it causes us to break up, which you don’t seem to get - !” You talked with your hands, it wasn’t something you could control, it was a reflex. You hadn’t realized that you were doing it when you started shouting at Isaac again, but you were now fully aware that you had done it because the hand with the book was suspended in the air and your other hand was placed on the table and Isaac flinched away from you

That was when you realized what this looked like. It looked like you were about to throw the heavy book at him, and he flinched because that’s what he thought you were about to do, and now you felt fucking awful. 

“Isaac, no, you know I would never…I could never…” 

“I know that, I know that,” he replied quickly, dropping his arm to his side. He had raised it protectively in front of his face. “I know you wouldn’t, I swear, I just…” He trailed off, still keeping his distance from you, his features guarded. Suddenly, you were breaking the distance, arms wrapping tightly around his torso and your face buried in the fabric of his sweater. It took him a minute to respond, but when he realized that you were trying to hug him and not squeeze the life out of him, his arms hesitantly wrapping around you, one hand stroking your hair. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Holy shit, I am so, so sorry,” you whimpered, clutching his shirt in your hands. 

“It’s okay, I promise I’m not mad,” he said softly, rubbing your back in slow circles. When you pulled your eyes, your eyes were watery and red. 

“No, it’s not okay,” you insisted, “You-you thought…you thought I was going to throw the book at you, that’s not okay. I would never ever hurt you, do you understand that? I’d rather die than hurt you, and I’m not exaggerating, either. I don’t want you to be scared of me.” 

“I’m not scared of you,” he protested. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. Trust me, I know. But I still get nervous when people yell at me, or hit me, and I still hate small spaces, and I know that you care about me and that you’d never try to hurt me on purpose but I can’t help it that I get a little scared sometimes. Don’t be upset, you didn’t know, okay? I don’t talk about it. I’m fine now.” 

He doesn’t say his father’s name, but you know exactly what he is talking about. You were his best friend before you fell in love with him, he had told you everything, and it hurt back then when he told you all of this, and it still hurt now when he talked about it. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, pulling him toward the couch and lying down with him. Instead of him holding you like he usually did when you spent the night in his room (actually sleeping, not the other sort of sleeping together), your arms went around him. He had to admit it, he liked the safe feeling of you holding him, the reassurance he felt. The comfort. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold you, instead?” He asked, closing his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands through his curly hair. You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you. 

“No, I like this, this is nice,” you murmured. You paused your movements, and he moved his head to look up at you. You had to admire his eyes again, they were wonderful. 

“What’s up?” He poked your cheek, making you laugh quietly. 

“I just…you really flinched, Isaac. I feel awful that you even thought I was going to hit you. I-I would never even think of doing that, I don’t even think I’m capable of doing that. I just, I want you to know that. Even if I wind up hating you one day, which I hope doesn’t happen, and even if we’re fighting and screaming at each other, I will never hurt you.” He sat in stunned silence, and can’t summon the right words to tell you how much he cares about, how thankful he is for having someone like you in his life. You’re already half asleep when he begins to speak, but his words are lost once again when you whisper, “I just love you, I guess.”

It’s been too long since he’s heard those words, since he’s been able to say them back to someone without hesitation, but finally, he can. “I love you, too.” You smile in your sleep, not realizing that he actually said it back, but he doesn’t mind. At long last, his feelings are out there for the world to see, and he’s safe and he’s happy in your arms. 

Send the Pain Below - Part 8

Word Count: 2388

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, drug use, overdose, stalking, ptsd, anxiety, depression, mentions of violence.

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Security let the paramedics into the apartment and they ran over, instructing Jensen to lay you down flat. “What did she take?” The female paramedic asked.

“I…” Jensen paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to tell them. “I’m not sure. I came home and she’d already done it. Probably oxycodone. Maybe Xanax. I don’t know.” He took a step back and watched as the male paramedic used the bag to help you breathe. The female was holding onto your hand trying to start an IV. “Careful with her, please. She had some ribs broken about a month ago.” They both nodded and supported your back a bit more than usual when they got you on the stretcher. They kept calling out your name, seeing if you’d respond, but you wouldn’t.

They started to roll you out and to the elevator when Jensen finally moved again, running out the door with you. “Can I ride with her?” He asked in more of a plea.

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