i tried to make it yesterday but it crashed like three times and frustrated me

Little Friend

Summary: Dean wakes up with a killer hangover and very little memory of the night before. The reader fills him in. 

Word Count: 1,500ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of drunkenness and bad hangovers

Author’s Note: This was written for @death2thevirgin Cassie’s Classics Challenge. Congratulations on your followers! If you’re not following her, I definitely recommend it. My prompt was “Say "hello” to my little friend,“ and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by aborddelimpala


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Dean knows as soon as he wakes up that he is in trouble. His mouth tastes like something crawled in and died sometime in the last ten hours and there is a pounding in his head that makes him want to die. The room is pitch-black; lights off and the door closed. He fumbles for the bedside lamp and nearly dies when he successfully turns it on. Thank Chuck that whoever put him in bed had left a puke bucket by the bed. He hasn’t used it yet, but it is looking like a strong possibility before he notices the bottle of water and two painkillers beside the lamp.

He groans and makes his way into the kitchen. Sam is blenderizing something green that was clearly never meant to be eaten for breakfast. The noise echoes insides Dean’s head, ricochets against the inside of his skull, and settles as a throbbing between his eyes.

“Dude, what happened last night?” Dean asks.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Sam eyes him, eyebrows raised. He’s clearly not surprised.

Dean groans in response, letting his head fall to the table in defeat. “No. Did I get cursed again?”

Sam grimaces as he pulls the eggs and jam from the refrigerator. “No, just the usual hangover. But when Y/n wakes up, you might wish you had been cursed.”

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Hello Neighbour

Characters: Tony x Reader

Summary: Living next door to Tony Stark is, unsurprisingly, a little bit of a nightmare but how much could you take before you are seriously planning to sneak in and murder the inconsiderate ass in his sleep?

Word Count: 2041 words

Prompt “You’re my new neighbor, but I know you’re stealing my wifi to watch porn. Can you not?”

A/N:  This is for @bionic-buckyb and her fabulous challenge.  Thanks for the prompt sweetie. xx

You weren’t usually a passive aggressive note kinda person and as you found yourself scribbling yet another post-it note for the inconsiderate asshole who had moved into the apartment next door you let out a frustrated growl.  It had started innocently enough.  The wonderful, amazing gay couple that you adored moved out into a gorgeous, much larger condo and you had waited the arrival of your new neighbour with a little trepidation but general hope.  You had been at work when they moved in and upon entering the hall you’d had to climb over several boxes just strewn about the place with a frown.  It was okay though, perhaps they were moving in by themselves and with the parking restrictions had to get everything in the building as quickly as possible.  You got how stressful moving was so you let it slide.  When the thumping bass caused your bed to vibrate so much it woke you at 3am you had simply taken a steadying breath and tried to focus on the fact that your new neighbour was still unpacking at this hour and deserved your pity, the music was probably just to keep them awake to finish what they could.

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A Bughead Drabble

Don’t judge me. Don’t hate me. Lol.

“You keep calling me Juliet.”

She looked me dead in the eye as if she was almost mad, never had I seen such a reaction to what most girls would consider quite a compliment from the circles of romantic literature.

I more or less see it as either a satisfying comment to make a girl fall for you or the most annoying and unsatisfactory series of events that lead to nothing but frustration. Is that not the love ballad of Romeo and Juliet?

She tightens her long blonde ponytail and then spins on the balls of her feet to look at me, slapping her hands to the sides of her hips. “And can you please find another way to get up here!” she says rushing to the window, scowling at my ladder leaning against her window. “My parents will kill me, Romeo!”

I try not to make it so obvious that my voice has hitched in my throat and I straighten my beanie before smiling at her. “Don’t say I’m your Romeo, Bets. I never have been.”

She frowns a bit and I can almost hear her mind ticking. Betty Cooper has always had a way of expressing her thoughts through the looks on her face. I have known her for so long, I was somewhat of a clairvoyant to a small group of people that we call our friends.

She must have felt she had  offended me, forgetting that good ol’ Juggie doesn’t have the sensitive heart that her beloved Archie does. “But-bu-” I cut her off.
“But that would be fair Archie Montague,” I say, giving her a wink which earns me a shove on her behalf.

She sits back down on the edge of her bed and lays back, her lacy dress riding up and as much as I wanted to look away, be a decent human being and the respectable young man I have tried oh so hard to make myself into, I couldn’t help but notice how her blushed skin was reaching further up and up and…


I snap my head away from her smooth legs and quickly up to her face. “Yeah?”

“I got a message from V, you interested in a bit of a bite?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was hunting for an excuse not to go. I had blown Archie off but unfortunately, he is not blind and he will see the ladder leaning against Betty’s picket fenced house. My hands had been so deep in my pockets for a while now and I wonder if she’s noticed but I shake my pockets. “No money.”

Betty laughs and runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “And I will have your back – or Veronica will.”

My face blushes but it shouldn’t – dad had given me a one hundred dollar bill when I crossed him in the street just yesterday which I start fingering in my pocket. “Bets…”

“If it’s too much of a girly date for you, we’ll call Arch to join us.”

I cock an eyebrow. “And detach him from the string and wood connected to his side? I dunno Bets,” I say teasingly.

I scan around her room while she lays down with her head in her hands. So many trinkets, such a big room. So much space and flowers and photos of her and Archie, photos of us three when we were kids, polka dots, lace. So much lace. “So much lace,” I voice out loud.

She sits up and sniggers a bit. “I hate it…”

“So much lace from the top of your bed to the edge of your thighs,” I mutter but I immediately bite my tongue because why the hell did I say that out loud? The lace may be pink and creeping up her body like a vine but I should not be paying so much attention…

Betty sighed and ran a hand over her hair. “It’s so girly. I keep saying that but I never do anything about it.”

I shrug and sit down next to her. “Make it womanly then?”

Betty rolls her eyes and shoves me again, making my body move and unbalance. “Nothing about me is womanly…” she looks down and blushes, red spreading along her face and neck. “Sorry Juggie, I’m being awkward…”

Again Betty Cooper has left me with a lump in my throat and I try not to make it so obvious. “Well, your shirt tells me otherwise,” I say, reaching over and brushing my fingers along her collarbone and begging to brush the swell of her breasts.

She forms goosebumps where my fingers were and shudders a bit. “Have you always been good with your words?”

“Are they working?” I ask a little too loudly. “I’m joking, it’s like a coping mechanism – the more I use my mouth, the less people ask of me. It’s like they don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.”

She licks her lips and rolls over on her bed to face me. “I wonder how well you use that mouth, Jug,” she seems to say in a whisper but I think I have turned supersonic because it feels like it is the loudest thing I have ever heard. “But I am more intrigued in wondering what that brain knows.”
Her chest rises and falls and her hands move up to rest on my forearm. The many times that I’ve stared into the blue eyes of Betty Cooper have not seem to have prepared me for how deep a blue  her eyes are or the spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Not the meet ups in the tree house, not the sleepovers at Archie’s that she would crash, not the years we’ve spent in the same class had prepared me. Nothing prepared me and I appreciate not being prepared because she seems that much more… sexy?

“My mind?” I try and say steadily. “Well, my mind tells me that you’ve moved on from the Romeo that is Archie.”

Her gentle hands seem so heavy as they move down my body, edging the end of my shirt and then long fingers touching my skin along my hips and onto my torso. “I want to be brave, Juggie.”

I turn to her too now, gripping my lip with my teeth, trying not to shake or feel too much of her hands on my skin. My lips and teeth can feel the heat of her mouth. Shit, if this is what gets me riled, then so be it. Connecting of the minds first has definitely played it’s role in my longing for Betty. As much as I wished I still thought of Betty as my friend, the wishes were being pushed out to the side, punched and mauled by what I am starting to detect is… love?

We stared. She smiled. Her lips brushed mine. Her hands grew bolder, they moved up and down me, her chest pushed against mine. She opened her mouth and took my lip from my own teeth and in between hers.

“Looks like you’re the brave one, Bets.”

My hands snake up under the lace, my teeth are on her neck and the smell of vanilla is so strong, my nose burns. She arches her back to get closer and I use that mouth she had just questioned to show her what it can do.

what happens in ibiza, chapter two

a/n: does anyone even read these author’s notes? probably not lol. as promised, here’s part two with a little bit of smut ;-) i think there will be four parts total but we’ll see how the story goes. you can read chapter 1 here.

warning: smut

Roman wakes up to the sound of waves crashing against the beach, sunlight streaming in through the window, and a beautiful, naked woman curled up against his chest.

And he’s pretty sure this is what heaven is like.

She’s still sleeping. Her arm is draped across his chest and her face is turned toward his, while her long, dark hair is spread out on the pillow behind her head. Her pink lips are slightly open and her chest slowly moves up and down as she breathes. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her red bikini discarded on the floor. Roman takes a second to appreciate the feeling of her breasts pushed up against his body, before he smiles to himself and remembers what happened last night.

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Pretty Lies - Part Three

Originally posted by jungkooz

Genre: Angst

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven

Word Count: 1,101

Summary: You knew the truth, but still clung onto the pretty lies he told you.

You knew something was seriously wrong when you woke up with a killer headache. With fuzzy memories of the previous night, you peeled back your blankets and lumbered over to the bathroom. 

The sight that greeted you was not pretty.

Your eyes were swollen and puffy, probably from crying. Your usual bright eyes seemed dull and dreary with the black circles lining them. Actually, your whole appearance just screamed ‘heartbroken’. 

Sighing, you decided a hot shower was needed. Flipping on the water, you slowly undressed and jumped into the water- letting the water soothe your muscles. 

‘What even happened last night?’ you pondered, dumping some shampoo into your hands before starting to lather it into your hair. ‘God, this is why I need to stop drinking. Namjoon would be so pissed if he found out.’

Your hands stilled as a memory flashed before your eyes. 

Namjoon crashed through the front door, eyes frantically searching for you. You were so relieved that he was finally here, trying to fend off a random drunk stranger. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here and have some real fun.” You grimaced at the man’s suggestion. The bar counter was digging into your back as you tried to put as much distance between the stranger and you, which was very hard considering that he was looming over you and trapping you between him and the counter.

You attempted to shift around the man to get to Namjoon, when his hand shot out and captured your wrist. “Don’t run away when I’m talking to you!” Fear shot through you as he tightened his grip on you. 

Before the man could do anything else to you, he was pulled back and Namjoon was suddenly shielding you. 

“Back off,” he barked at the drunk man and then turned to yell at the bartender.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, panic coursing through your body. So you were at the bar last night and Namjoon came to get you. But how did he know to come get you? 

You quickly finished your shower and prepared yourself to face the day. Chewing away at your bottom lip, you opened your phone to see if you had called Namjoon, eyes widening at what you found.

While you were wasted, you had called Jungkook twelve times- each one going straight to voicemail. You let out a groan as another memory popped into your head.

“Sorry, the caller you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.” You let out a loud groan as the call went straight to voicemail. It had been the tenth time you had tried calling Jungkook and he still hadn’t been able to pick up.

“Hey, are you okay? Did you get into an accident? Why aren’t you picking up? Call me back, please,” you whined into the phone, hoping that he would check his voicemail. 

Downing another drink, you slouched over the counter, staring expectantly at your phone. Just one text explaining where he was would be enough to ease you. You didn’t even need him to call or apologize, just knowing his whereabouts was enough. 

Your fingers flew across the keyboard and composed a sloppy message asking where he was. The drinks were finally getting to you and you could feel a haze blanket your vision. You kept thinking you could see Jungkook in the edge of your vision, but every time you turned to check it wasn’t him.

Dialing Jungkook’s number again, you listened to the rings and begged that he would pick up. After another two fruitless efforts, you gave in and called Namjoon to rant. 

Namjoon was always there to keep the boys in check so maybe he’d know where Jungkook was. You heard the call connect and felt relieved and angry at how quickly he had responded. Why couldn’t Jungkook do that for you? Why did Jungkook have to keep lying to you and leaving you alone?

All your thoughts of checking on where Jungkook had gone vanished as your frustration at Jungkook peaked. 

“Namjoon,” you started, barely registering how badly you were slurring. Your lips didn’t move as fast or in the way you wanted them to, having developed their own mind once the harsh liquor had started passing your lips. “I’m so done.”

You blinked rapidly as the memory subsided, leaving you with the same bitter feeling you had while drinking last night. Where was Jungkook last night?

Tapping on Jungkook’s contact, you called him and waited for the call to connect. Much to your surprise, Jungkook actually picked up.

“Hello?” he mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleepiness. Your eyes wandered over to the clock; 3:14 PM. Jungkook usually got up early in the mornings, even when he didn’t have anything scheduled. He’d always spend as much time possible practicing to better himself so it was unsettling that he was only just getting up.

“Did you just wake up? Where were you last night?” you asked, nervously picking at your nails. 

There was a slight pause, and you could faintly make out the sound of sheets being moved around as Jungkook got up. “Uh, I guess I slept in pretty late. I’ve been pretty tired with how much practice I’ve been doing.”

“Oh alright, how come you didn’t pick up the phone yesterday?” The fact that Jungkook didn’t have an immediate reply worried you. While you had your suspicions, you still wanted to trust Jungkook. He was faithful and he loved you, right?

Before either of you could speak, a sudden voice caught your attention. “Hey, looks like you’re finally up, sleepyhead. Do you have a major hangover? I mean, you drank a lot and after last night I thought you’d never wake up again.” 

Your blood went cold as you realized whose flirtatious voice it was. “Is that Areum? What are you two doing together? Are you not at the dorms?”

“I’m going to have to call you back,” Jungkook frantically cut off, the call ending immediately. You were stunned and reality hit you hard.

Jungkook wasn’t as faithful as you expected him to be.

A small part of you still insisted that there was an explanation, but your ears had heard it all. He wasn’t practicing last night, but instead was spending the night with Areum. You didn’t even want to think about what went down between the two of them.

Tears slid down your cheek as you crawled back into your bed- all thoughts of going out fading away. There was no more turning a blind eye to it- no more denying the facts.

Jungkook didn’t love you anymore.

A Mere Matter of Hatred

Pairing: Liam Payne & Zayn Malik (Ziam)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Explicit Content

Word Count: 3500

Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. Despite Liam’s friends blaming their hatred on their undeniable sexual tension Liam thinks otherwise. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events.

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Seasons (Condition of the Heart) [tsukihinakage]

Title: Seasons (Condition of the Heart)

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Tsukishima/Hinata/Kageyama

HQ Rarepair Week Day 3: Seasons

Status: Complete

Seasons pass, and Tsukishima learns to stop running away. 

It is spring. The Karasuno volleyball team is high on victory, and Tsukishima Kei’s heart breaks a little as he watches Kageyama lift Hinata in his arms and kiss him on the lips.

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Love Notes

Dean is a retired vet just trying to get through his day to day struggles. But when a secret admirer starts slipping notes under his door, he finds himself caught up in a chase that, in the end, may be exactly what he needs.

Rated K for general audiences.

Love notes are one of those things that people get on television and in movies, not in real life, so Dean was pretty surprised when they started showing up under his shop door.

Initially he’d assumed it was a mistake. Someone who’d been in to pick up or drop off their car had dropped it and he hadn’t noticed it till the morning after. So he hadn’t opened it, instead deciding to leave it on the counter in case someone came looking for it. Sealed up in a red envelope, it’d sat for days, Dean eventually forgetting about it as it got covered with receipts and work orders.

Until another one showed up.

This had piqued his curiosity, Dean finally deciding to open them only to find personal versus addressed directly to him.

Mr. Winchester – Sometimes I try to count all your freckles. I never succeed.

Or so had said the second one. The first had been about his eyes, about how green they were, or some such nonsense. At least, that was what Dean had thought of it at first. He scoffed and remembered something about high school, the whole thing making him rather uncomfortable in an embarrassed kind of way. Mostly because he couldn’t imagine who would want to secretly admire someone like him. He was covered in grease and dirt a majority of the time, running a car garage as he did. What was there to see in that?

Plus, there was the whole veteran status, which left him in a state of perpetual after-work drinking, a habit he wasn’t too entirely proud of, but didn’t know how to kick.

Yet the notes kept coming. Regularly actually. Every Wednesday morning. To the point where Dean actually anticipated it, his stomach tightening in apprehension as he’d consider what those words would have to say and what color they’d be wrapped in. Sometimes it was short and sweet, others were maybe a sentence or two, but they were always pleasant. Always nice things.

Things that made him feel good for a minute or two.

Mr. Winchester – You should smile more often.

Mr. Winchester – Your dedication to your job is admirable.

Mr. Winchester – Sometimes you forget to brush your hair. I don’t mind.

Mr. Winchester – Your walk is aesthetically pleasing.

Mr. Winchester – Everything about you is aesthetically pleasing.

The notes were odd, really, but Dean couldn’t help being flattered. The attention put a soft spot in his day, something to look forward to. Something to push away the nightmares and the loneliness for a little while.

Mr. Winchester – You had a smudge of grease under your eye yesterday. I almost wanted to rub it off myself.

Mr. Winchester – I think about you a lot.

Slowly but surely, Dean found himself wanting to discover the culprit, his mind becoming more and more distracted with it all the time. It was apparently someone he saw regularly, likely a few times a week. Maybe someone at the grocery store. Or the gas station. Or who walked by his shop. He was soon watching everyone, foolishly thinking that if he spotted them, he’d just know. But the faces were less distinctive than he’d anticipated and his search began to only frustrate him.

Yet the notes kept coming.

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I’M NOT SCARED ANYMORE [Teen Wolf Pack One-shot] Part 2


First of all – thank you to all of my readers who requested a part two, you were all so kind and lovely and sweet – ugh, it means a lot to me and just made me feel so much better about myself this week :)

You can find part 1 here: x

You lay in the hospital, propped up on some pillows, silent as the psychiatrist sat in a chair beside you.

“Come on, [Y/N], you’ve got to tell me what happened to you, it’s for your own benefit.”

You stayed silent, blankly staring ahead.

You had been in a coma for the past 4 months.

“I don’t remember.” You said solemnly, tears dripping from your eyes.

“Please, I can’t remember, I just want to go home.” You were telling the truth, pleading for some sense of normality.

You couldn’t remember anything.

You remembered school, and blurry faces, but you couldn’t remember anything from your accident, only that it bought a sense of overwhelming fear over you. The psychiatrist sighed, and she stood up, probably leaving to call the doctor.

“[Y/N], we’re going to bring in some people that were with you when you were brought in from your accident, okay?” The psychiatrist placed a hand on your arm, and you jolted with wide eyes, nodding.

The psychiatrist walked out of the room, shutting the door behind you, giving you some time to think.

Again, you jumped as the door opened, and two boys walked in, two boys that you recognised.

“Stiles, Liam.” You breathed a sigh of relief, tears burning in the corner of your eyes.

“You remember us?” Liam asked, surprised, and you nodded weakly. Of course you remembered them, you remembered them and… and - You couldn’t remember the others.

“I-I-I don’t remember the others.” You stuttered, bringing a hand up to rub your eyes.

“I’m such an idiot! Why can’t I remember!” You whined, placing your head in your hands, shaking your head.

Suddenly you were surrounded in warmth, and you blinked, removing your hands from your face, inhaling Stile’s cologne.

You shook in his arms, finally remembering someone from a week of being surrounded by strangers prodding at your mind and asking questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

You looked over at Liam, who was standing next to your bed awkwardly, and gestured him over to join the hug.

Liam wrapped an arm around you, and you sniffled, content in between your two friends.

The three of you chatted for hours, the boys catching you up on what you had missed at school, but every time they mentioned someone you didn’t know, like ‘Scott’ or ‘Lydia’ you would clench your hospital sheets between tight fists, knuckles white as you flashed a sheepish glance away from their sympathetic gazes.

After confirming that you remembered everything supernatural, they explained that everything had been pretty quiet for the moment, but advised you to watch out.

It had been another week, and Stiles & Liam had visited you every day, much to your amusement they bought you cute gifts and fought for your attention.

Sometimes they’d bring other friends, like Scott or Kira, Lydia and Malia, spending time with them brought back some memories, but you still were close to tears when you saw them, continuously apologising when you assumed something about them that wasn’t right, or if you got their birthday wrong when they quizzed you, or if you saw even a slight hint of discomfort cross their face.

All of them were adapting to this new, more emotional side of you, they were no longer treating you like a ticking bomb, but more coddling you, showing you the affection that you avoided for so long.

There had been a question that had been weighing on your chest, and you messed with your hands, tension piling in the pit of your gut.

Why hasn’t my family visited me since I woke up?” You asked, and the air seemed to still, as Stiles mouth fell open in surprise and Liam’s eyes flashed with sadness.

You waited for an answer, and the longer you waited, the more your heart stuttered in panic. You shook your head, bottom lip trembling.

“Please.” You whispered, clenching your jaw, eyes wide.

“[Y/N], you - you forgot?…” Stiles trailed off, and you shook your head again, bringing a hand up to your mouth as tears burned your eyes.

“Stiles, tell me their at home. Tell me something’s stopped them from seeing me. Tell me that they’re still here.” You cried, pleading.

Out of all the memories you could of lost, out of all the pain you’ve been dealt, you forgot that your family was dead. Maybe it was your subconsciousness screaming at you to let go, maybe some internal force within wanted that memory to stay buried and forgotten, maybe instead of feeling that burden, feeling nothing was better.

“They’re gone, [Y/N], they died in a car crash a year and a half ago.” Liam whispered, and as soon as they saw you break, they stood up to comfort you.

You shook your head, sobbing, chest shaking as you tried your best to shuffle away from them on the bed.

“Go.” You managed to command through your cries.

“[Y/N]…” Liam and Stiles spoke at the same time, and you glared at them through your tears.

“Please! Get out!” You sobbed, pointing at the door, sticking your head in your arms until you heard the pattering of feet and the door slam shut.

You fell backwards, staring upwards, and just cried.

You cried because you didn’t understand.

You didn’t understand why everything was against you, even your own body wouldn’t co-operate with you.

You cried because you had the right to – through all the shit that you’d been through, through the pain and the loss, and the fact that you’d died twice.

After a while you stopped crying, and you just lay there, staring at the roof. It was quiet, apart from the sound of voices yelling and carts rolling through the hallways. You inhaled deeply, before exhaling and closing your eyes. On top of the sadness and stress that was manifesting inside of you, you felt like crap after snapping at the two boys that had gone out of their way to take care of you.

You rolled to the side, facing away from the door, pulling the blanket up to your neck, hoping to find some sort of inner peace, at least for a little while.

The next day the boys came again, they greeted you with smiles and a box of chocolates, and spoke nothing of the conversation from yesterday. This time you were hanging off the edge of the bed, watching them squabble about some sort of video game when you interrupted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ears.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you guys yesterday, like that.. uh- the truth is, through the whole week, with each day that passed, with each growing hour, the clock clicked, and so did the realization that my family… wasn’t coming. Something inside me kept warning me not to ask, but I ignored it. I ignored it because I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to believe that I had no one…”

You just wanted everything to be normal.

You wiped a single tear away, sniffling, trying to hide your tears with a snort and a laugh.

“Sorry, I’ve been kind of emotional this past week, which was really uncalled for, because I’m not this emotional – well, as you guys know, I mean, I’m usually way ruder, so being emotional isn’t really a bad thing, but, I – uhm.” You sighed, cheeks turning red, moving your hands, frustrated, as you tried to form a proper sentence.

“I just wanted to say that; no matter how difficult and ‘tough’ I was before my accident, never once did I hate you guys. I may have acted snarky and rude, and flinched every time someone touched me, but I’m not heartless. I’m didn’t act cold because I disliked you, I acted cold because I didn’t want to get close to you, you guys just kept pushing and I-I was so scared, I’ve lost so much in my life, and I just – I didn’t want to lose you too.” You stuttered, tears of embarrassment and shame pooling in your eyes, but you forced them back.

“I didn’t want to lose you, because…” you muttered some words under your breath, and Liam smirked as Stiles raised a confused brow.

“What?” Stiles asked obnoxiously, and you snorted, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

“Nothing.” You said, blushing to your ears.

“[Y/N], I’ll tell him if you don’t.” Liam teased, his grin never fading as you somehow managed to blush harder.

Stupid werewolf hearing.

“I said… I didn’t want to lose you, because…” You opened your mouth, about to say the words out loud. The words that had been caught on your dying breath.

Suddenly the door slammed open, and a flustered looking Scott burst in, a little wrapped box in his hand, and some corny ‘get well’ balloons in the other.

“Sorry – I was outside and listening for about 5 minutes because you were acting really cute but I didn’t want to miss what you were about to say because I wanted to see Stile’s face.” Scott rambled, and you glared at him, your entire face red as Lydia, Kira and Malia pooled in behind him.

“Great, now the whole pack’s here.” You grumbled, and you saw the three girls grin at you, everyone shuffling around the small room to find a seat, like some sort of miracle was about to happen.

You took a deep breath, ready to let go of your pride (and also because you knew Liam would tease you for eternity if you didn’t).

“As I was saying… I didn’t want to lose you, because I love you.” There was a long pause, and you didn’t dare up, instead staring down at your intertwined fingers.

“I love all of you.” You continued, holding your breath as you waited for someone to laugh or make a comment.

It was still silent, and you felt tears of panic reach your eyes.

“B-But it’s not like I deserve your love or anything! I mean, I was so rude to you guys, right? Oh- wait! I didn’t mean that I was expecting you guys to love me back or anything! I was just saying that because…” You trailed off, wiping your eyes quickly, and looking back up at them.

They were all smiling, and Stiles looked like he was about to explode out of happiness.

“H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” Your face heated up again, and you snapped at Stiles, who was too happy to even care.

Kira, Lydia and Scott were staring at you like you were some sort of confused puppy, and Malia was just smiling softly.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” You asked, slowly, softly.

“Duh – Isn’t it obvious?” Lydia asked, and you blushed further.

“We love you too.” Lydia stated, and you felt tears build in your eyes again, sniffling.

“Aww.” Scott trailed off, tackling you in a hug, causing you to squeak.

Soon Stiles and Liam joined in, and Malia snuck in to the side, quickly joined by Kira and Lydia.

You were stuck in the middle, surrounded by laughter and snide comments to one another.

You closed your eyes, smiling contently.

I love you.

I love all of you.

x end x

There it is! Part 2 is complete! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy the past couple days, and not really that inspired, it took a lot of my will power to write this (or a lot of my writer’s power??). lmao I’ll stop now.

Anyways tell me what you guys thought, thank you to all the lovely comments, I love all of you, have a nice day/week/year/life! ❥


Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Imagine the unsub spreading a deadly virus into a park and you get, then Spencer gets really scared and at the last minute, the CDC finds a cure.

Trigger Warning: Deadly viruses(?) 

It was a beautiful afternoon today, so I decided to go the to park on my last day off. I sat down on a wooden bench and took a deep breath of fresh air. The trees were a beautiful green and a warm summer breeze flowed through my hair.

“Spencer would like to be here and read.” I thought to myself. Recently, I couldn’t stop thinking about the brown haired boy, but I didn’t mind. Spencer was one of my best friends, even though I sort of wanted to be more. Well, not sort of, I really wanted to be more. But, I didn’t want to push myself on him. He didn’t seem ready. Every time he would ramble or spew out random facts, I had to refrain myself from squealing. He was just so adorable. But what I liked most about him are his brown eyes. They’re so kind and I could stare into them all day.

As I was thinking about the doctor, I noticed the air becoming thinner, it was almost hard to breathe. Starting to get concerned, I left and started heading to my car.

It was the next day and I didn’t feel any better, but I had a job to do. I got dressed and drove to work.

Right when I walked into the bullpen, everyone seemed to be rushing around gloomily. Suddenly Spencer ran up to me.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. He looked really nervous. His eyes looked me up and down and I started to feel self-conscious.

“Hey Spence,” I muttered still not feeling well.

“Where were you yesterday at approximately three pm?” he asked urgently. What was he on about?

“I was at the park by north street,” I said slowly. I watched as his face turned from nervous to pure terror. “What? What is it?” I asked worried.

“This can’t be happening,” he said under his breath. “Go to Hotch’s office,” he ordered.

“Spencer what’s going-” I tried to say.

“Now, Y/N!” he yelled. I had never seen his this urgent and scared. What the hell is going on around here? 

I wandered into Hotch’s office and he also looked at me worried. Spencer burst in behind me.

“She was at the park, sir.” he says quickly.

“So she has the virus?!” Hotch exclaimed. He looked at me again. “Her skin is unusually pale, her eyes are bloodshot… but she isn’t…” his voice suddenly trailed off. “oh no.” he sighed. He was looking at my cheeks. More specifically under my eyes. I felt something warm spilling out of my eyes. Curious, I swiped to finger across my cheek to see the residue. It was blood. Suddenly it started coming out of my nose. I was starting to feel light-headed. I stumbled backward and landed in strong arms. Spencer scooped me up and carried me bridal style out the door to Hotch’s office, out to the main area. He was yelling something about calling an ambulance, but his voice was distorted.

When I opened my eyes I was in a hospital. The bright light was blinding me. After my eyes adjusted, I saw Spencer sitting in a chair next to my bed with his head down on my leg sleeping. I looked around and saw the other members of the team. Emily, JJ, Garcia, Rossi, Hotch, and Morgan. They didn’t notice I was awake yet. I looked back over at Spencer smiling. I ran my hands through his long curls. When he stirred I yanked my hand back and pretended to still be asleep.

“Y/N/N, I know you’re awake. I felt you,” he laughed. This got the attention of my other friends. They rushed over and crushed me with a hug/ I laughed weakly and smiled at them.

“So what happened to me?” I asked. I couldn’t remember anything except feeling really scared as Reid carried me to an ambulance. 

“Our new case deals with an unsub who enjoys to poison others,” Emily explained.

“Oh,” I said scowling at the bed sheets. “How did I get it?”

“You were at the park the day the unsub released it into the air,” Spencer added.

“That’s why the air was hard to breathe,” I whisper to myself.

“What?” Rossi asked.

“When I was at the park, I was relaxing and then suddenly the air became thin almost. I was super hard to breathe, so I left. I didn’t see anyone suspicious.” I explained.

“Everyone that was at the park that day is dead,” Hotch says somberly. “Why aren’t you?” Everyone looked at him.

“Way to make her feel better, Hotch,” Emily said rolling her eyes.

Then, suddenly, I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe again. I started shaking and coughing. As I was coughing, blood spewed all over the white hospital gown.

Spencer’s POV 

As soon as she started coughing up blood, I knew why she wasn’t dead yet. The virus hadn’t finished killing her.

“Get a doctor, now!” I yelled to JJ. She nodded her head quickly and ran out the door.

It seemed she was choking on her blood internally, so I turned her over on her side so she was facing me. I grabbed her hand and she squeezed it so hard, I swear she could have broken it. She stifled a scream.

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay,” I said more for my sake than hers. I needed to tell myself she was going to be okay. I needed her to be okay. She makes my life worth living, she makes an effort to make me feel normal, even though I know I am nowhere near normal. I feel safe with her, I love her.

“Spencer it… it burns. “ she groaned throwing her head back in pain.

“It will be okay,” I said again. Y/N leaned over the bed and threw up vials of blood. She let out a scream that made your blood run cold.

The doctor finally rushed in and wheeled Y/N into surgery. I turned around and let out a frustrated sob. I pushed the palms of my hands on my eyes. I sighed and looked around. All the girls were crying and the boys were trying not to.

Then we heard it. A scream worse than the last. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. I raced out the door to see Y/N covered in blood. She was vomiting it all over herself, it was coming out of her nose and eyes. It was the stuff nightmares were made of. The doctors wheeled her into the operating room, but I could still hear the screams through the walls as they worked on her.

Readers POV

I woke up again feeling so much better, lighter even. I sat up and smiled thinking how lucky I was to be alive. As soon as I woke up, I felt a pair of soft lips crash into mine. I melted into the kiss knowing it was Spencer. When we pulled away, he looked at me with sad, yet happy eyes.

“The surgeon said you crashed in the operating room so many times. You almost died.” he sighed.

“Well, I’m here,” I said happily.

“The CDC found a cure. It was so last minute I’m surprised it worked.” he laughed quietly to himself. “The others are in the cafeteria.”

“I think I’m well enough to walk,” I suggest but he shook his head. He went to the other end of the room and brought over a wheelchair. “No,” I said laughing. He gave me the puppy dog look and I gave in. 

When he helped me out of the bed, I tripped and our faces became extremely close.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” Spencer smiled. I couldn’t help but grin.

“Do you actually like me?” I blurted out when he put me in the wheelchair. A blush crept up his face into his cheeks.

“Yes,” he said at last. “I have for a while, and it’s really sad to think that it took you almost dying for me to kiss you.” I squeezed his hand.

“I’ve loved you for a while as well.” I sighed. “I just didn’t think you were ready for a relationship.” He bent down and kissed my forehead.

“Let’s get lunch,” he sighed happily as he wheeled me into an elevator.

fic: And I’ll Be With You (Or Without.)

and I’ll be with you (or without.)

genre: angst/romance

warnings: mentions of smut and swearing

word count; 2500

excerpt:  They’re a car going at one hundred miles per hour, scorching the road and heading for a wall. Nobody will nudge the brakes and nobody will tell the other to slow down because they’re a crash waiting to happen, and they know it, but the thrill is intoxicating. The debris will scatter aand embed in their hearts but they keep going because the loud reality of attheir dead-end romance is drowned by the desperate screeches and cries of ‘I need you.’

summary: 2012 angst, where they settle for the truth and realise what they have to be now. 

For Koleen (dauntlester​), because she probably wouldn’t shut up about it if I didn’t do this. 

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of-tomadashis-and-clintashas  asked:

Could you maybe do Clintasha with “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU because they are both nosy and I'm a sucker for angst and ur writing is amazing

this one started off okay and then it was a downhill spiral from the first glass of wine so pls don’t expect too much

The sudden noise of the doorbell startles Natasha and she jumps slightly from her position in bed, the mug of tea perched precariously against her leg tumbling onto the floor, spilling the lukewarm liquid all over the carpet. “Shit,” she murmurs to herself, grabbing her wallet off of the dresser.

She tips the delivery girl hurriedly with a muttered, “Have a nice night” before depositing the pizza on the counter and tearing a handful of paper towel off the roll to deal with the spill on her bedroom floor.

A shadowy corner under the bed catches her eye as Natasha’s mopping up the tea with the paper towel and she reaches underneath, pulling out a beat-up cardboard shoe box that she doesn’t remember seeing before. Curious, she lifts the lid, revealing a mess of sealed envelopes, each bearing a date. The topmost envelope is dated three weeks ago yesterday. Her stomach plummets as she recalls the events of January 17th.

She shuts the lid on the box, vowing to recycle it and its contents tomorrow morning, but her eyes keep being drawn back to it, to its simplicity, to the mystery it contains. Knowing full well that it’s a bad idea, Natasha opens the box once more, choosing an envelope at random and tearing it open. The paper feels heavy in her hands, as if the weight of the words it carries is too much for her to bear. The handwriting is instantly familiar in a way that makes her chest ache with something akin to longing, but she refuses to call it that, refuses to acknowledge that she wants what she told herself she can never have.

Nat, it reads. You’re sleeping right now. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I could watch you sleep forever. Not, like, in a creepy way. I just never get tired of looking at you.Tears prick at her eyes, blurring the rest of the words on the page. She should stop, Natasha thinks. She should burn the letters and pretend she never found them, do her best to erase the words she just read from her memory and move on.

Instead, she reaches into the box again, pulling out envelope after envelope, unable to stop.

I took you to my parents’ graves today. I wish you could have met them. Mom would have loved you. Today was the 12th anniversary of their death and I never told you, but I felt like you knew. I wish you would tell me about your parents. I want to meet them, wherever they are. Even if they’re just a headstone like mine.

I can’t believe you challenged Tony to a drinking game and won. I didn’t know it was possible for me to love you more than I already did, but I do.

I moved in today. Well, officially moved in. I know I’ve been living out of that one drawer in your closet for months now, but it was time to make it official. I love that we have something we’re allowed to call ours. I love you, Natasha, more than you’ll ever know.

I know something’s wrong. I wish you would talk to me, Nat. I want to be able to help you. I know you’re trying to hide your scars but I can see them. I can feel them. They hurt me as badly as they hurt you.Don’t push me away. Please. Please, Nat, stop pushing me away.

Hands trembling, Natasha reaches into the box once more, lifting out the January 17th envelope. She slides it open slowly, carefully, scared of the words she might find on the page.

You came home from the doctor’s crying. I tried to ask you what was wrong and you pushed me away, screamed at me to get out and leave you alone. I’m standing here with my bags at my feet and I know this is a mistake but I can’t help the way you feel. For whatever I’ve done, Nat, I’m so sorry. I can only hope you’ll be able to forgive me someday. In the time being, if you ever need me, you’ll know where to find me. I love you Natasha, more than I know how to say. Nothing you do will ever change that. Yours, always, Clint.

Tears blurring her vision, Natasha shoves the letters back into the shoebox angrily, furious that he still has the power to make her feel this way. Before she knows what she’s doing she’s pulling on her jacket and shoving her feet into boots, headed out the door with the box of letters in her hand.

She’s on his doorstep before she can really process what she’s doing, hand poised to knock, when all of a sudden it hits her that she can’t show up at his door after everything she said to him, after the way that he left. But it’s too late. Just as she lowers her hand and decides to walk away and leave this all behind her, the door swings open.


“Sorry,” she murmurs, clutching the box of letters to her chest. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll…I’ll just…”

Clint reaches out towards her as she turns to leave, his hand closing around her wrist. “Natasha, wait.”

She turns uncertainly, the weight of his words heavy in her arms. “I shouldn’t have read these,” she says quietly, thrusting the box towards him. “I’m sorry.”

Clint makes no move to take the box, instead bringing a hand to her shoulder tentatively, his grip becoming firmer as she makes no move to shake him off. “I left them for you, Natasha. I wanted you to read them.”

She shakes her head slowly, confusion etched into the lines of her face. “I don’t understand. Clint…why?”

“Because I’m still in love with you Natasha!” An edge of frustration creeps into her voice as he takes a step closer to her, the box of letters the only remaining barrier between her body and his. “And you can try to avoid me, you can try to push me away, but I’m always going to be here.”

She looks down at the box in her hands to avoid his eyes, uncertain.


“Just tell me what you want,” he says gently.

“I think…” she pauses, shifting back and forth on her feet. “I think I want to start over.”

Clint’s lips crash to hers in an instant as he murmurs, “Then what are you waiting for?”

you’re intoxicating (I can’t stop)

jikook, pg15 // mentions of bullying, swearing and sex // crossposted to ao3

a/n: song fics are so hard omg ; u ; i mean i took so long and this turned out to be like 10000% shit so I’m really sorry anon!!! pls accept my apology and also enjoy the last part bc chronicles of taetae and chim 

and what a strange love this is. 

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I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been

Apocalypse AU, Part 4. Sequel to “I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out” Holy water cannot help you now ”, and “We don’t care if it hurts when we’re holding too tight”

This isn’t the last part. It’s long, and I’m too drained to even dare try to proof-read. Forgive the mistakes. 

 Darkness, Nsfw. Violence

I loved you from the start But you’ll never know what a fool I’ve been (x)

 The change between Peter and Wendy isn’t earth-shattering – it’s subtle, progressive. It’s not like they’re suddenly loving, or even peaceful – but the energy isn’t the same. It’s softer.

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anonymous asked:

#39 w cal?

“Do you even care anymore?” - Calum

It had been three hours since your husband was due to be home. You had prepared a lovely home cooked dinner which was now cold. It was your one year anniversary and you were looking forward to a pleasant evening. However all plans for that were thrown out the window when Calum had text you saying that he was going out with the guys. It had occurred to you then that he had completely forgotten about your anniversary. You had been planning to break some important news to him as well, but now that would have to wait. His behavior was making you nervous about breaking it at all. 

You were sat on the couch with a cup of tea. It was another hour until Calum finally decided to grace you with his presence. He came over to you, trying to cuddle you but you pushed him away. “What’s the matter with you?” he said, looking offended by your actions. You scoffed at him before standing and taking your empty cup to the kitchen. He followed you. “You’re dinner’s in the microwave” you said. Although with the time currently being two o’clock in the morning, it was more like breakfast. “I ate out” Calum said, taking his plate out of the microwave and throwing the contents in the bin. “Of course you did” you sighed. “You’re obviously not okay, what’s going on?” he asks, walking towards you, he tries to hold your shoulders but you step away. “Do you even care anymore?” you ask quietly. “What? Of course I care” he said, clearly frustrated that you would even ask that question. “Oh okay. Happy anniversary Calum” you say walking out of the kitchen and heading towards the bedroom, 

Calum quickly chases after you. “Y/N I’m so sorry, it just completely slipped my mind, I bought you a present the other week I just forgot it was today” he rambles as he tries to comfort you. It made you feel slightly better that he had not forgotten completely but it still hurt. “Y/N I’m sorry, I really am, let me make it up to you please” he pleads, there were tears brimming in his eyes. “Okay” you whisper. You couldn’t exactly say no, he was your husband and to be fair you had forgotten important dates before as well. You look up to meet his eyes, he pulls your body to his, hugging you tightly. “Come on let’s go to bed” you murmur, you were tired after staying up half the night. You climb into bed, Calum quickly removes his jeans and shirt and climbs in beside you. “I love you Y/N, I know I may be a dick sometimes but I love you and I care about you, I care about us” he says, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. You smile and peck him on the lips quickly before cuddling into his side and drifting off to sleep.


You wake up. You looked over to the clock which read 12.05, meaning you had slept through the whole morning. You realise that Calum isn’t next to you. You can hear him rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. You smiled, that man couldn’t be quiet if he tried. You felt better, the thoughts and emotions of yesterday forgotten. “Y/N” you hear Calum shout your name. “Yeah?” you shout back, you couldn’t be bothered to get out of the bed, it was too comfortable. “Why is there a loaf of bread in the oven?” he calls back, his voice full of confusion. You had forgotten you had put it there, you remained silent not wanting to break the news by shouting across the house. Before you could get up you heard a loud crash from the kitchen, which sounded like a saucepan being dropped on the floor. Next you could hear Calum sprinting through the hallway. He came bounding in the room. “Is this serious?” he asks, still holding the loaf of bread. You smile, glad that he had caught on.  You nod your head slowly. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asks in disbelief, a huge grin on his face. You smile, nodding your head quickly, tears forming in your eyes as you see how happy he is. He runs towards you, leaping onto the bed and hugging you tightly.

“I love you so much” he whispered as he squeezed you tightly, you could feel his tears on your neck. “Oh god” he says pulling his head away but still keeping hold of you. “What?” you say as you begin to worry. “You were going to tell me last night weren’t you? and I ruined it” he said looking down guiltily. You sigh in relief that it’s not something bad. “Hey” you say, tilting his face up to meet your eyes, “It’s okay, you know now and that’s all that matters” you smile at him. “Let’s just forget about yesterday, yeah?” you say, looking into his dark eyes, which still had traces of tears in. He nods, sinking his head into your neck again and hugging you tightly “I love you so much” he whispers. You smile against his neck.”I love you-”. You were interrupted by a beeping sound coming from the kitchen. “What’s that?” you question as you pull away from Calum to go and investigate the noise. Calum grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting up. “That m’lady, is your breakfast” he says getting up. “Stay here, get comfortable, I’ll be back in a minute” he smiles as he walks out of the bedroom. You smile to yourself, glad that you and Calum where okay and that he was trying to make it up to you.

Prompts Masterlist

The Amiibo Problem.

I’ve been asked by a few people to actually discuss the events surrounding Wave 4 of the SSB Amiibo.

I would of done this yesterday but OOOHBOY- Nope.

So there’s the thing, and keep in mind this is from my perspective entirely, and I may be missing some information- but the point is that this was STRESSFUL AS SHIT.

The Nintendo Direct happened on 4/1- while not an April’s Fools day joke, what began to follow might as well been. No where, in any of the Direct announcements, did Nintendo mention ANYTHING about Greninja or Jigglypuff. I was well relieved to find that that after the wave 3 fiasco, there were no retail exclusives— right?

Gamestop announced shortly after that Ness was a Gamestop Exclusive- and I admit, I was fairly okay with that. Gamestop has always been rather decent about the amount of time they allow people to preorder things, and Shulk was up for several weeks.

(btw- I work for Gamestop, if you’re doing to send hate mail, expect me to ignore it).

I worked yesterday morning, opening actually. Communication on when Amiibos were going up was very clearly stated, and (at least in my store) all of my customers were dealt with- most everyone was understanding. When the communication went up that they were Web-In-Store only, not actually available through Gamestop.com; I was actually really happy. 

This allows for several things- one, that we can control in house to make sure that one person doesn’t obtain 10 of the same item; and two that people you know… actually come to the store to get a fair shot at these things. Several people called the company sleazy for this, and to be honest, even if I didn’t work there— I don’t think it is.

The problem of this, is letting nearly 5,000 stores onto the webpage we use AT THE SAME TIME. There were incredibly massive system crashes, and it took 40 minutes to even push one order though. I’m thankful that most of my customers got what they wanted, but I had a few people who waited very patiently for an hour and  a half, and ultimately had items they missed out on (that were in their cart) because of all the issues.

To my understanding, Ness lasted about 5 hours, which is FAR LONGER THAN ANY OTHER RETAIL EXCLUSIVE AMIIBO.

I did not know that Target had an exclusive amiibo due to some piss poor communication (I follow this stuff like a hawk guys) until about 10 am when I was already at work, and when Target was already sold out. 3 minutes was it?

Best Buy was sold out of all their amiibos in about an hour after posting them online.

This whole business with Greninja has me honestly disappointed. They went up at 3am EST- for roughly half an hour. Do you know what most normal people are doing at 3am? Here on the East Coast, most of us are probably sleeping. Meaning for normal people, getting one is now impossible. Alerts went up around 7:45am when they opened again, and less than a minute later, were gone.

I actually got to hit the add to cart button, but it was removed instantly. Less than a minute.

What this is doing, instead of normal- go to your store and preorder shit like every other product ever, is encouraging people to scalp like crazy. Right now Jigglypuff, Ness and Greninja “pre-orders” are being resold on eBay for $60-$80.  (That’s three to four times the price— a huge profit margin.).

I don’t know how possible this is, but is it possible to leave pre-orders up for, say a week? Let people order what they need, and adjust shipments accordingly? By allowing people time to get what they need, you’re making a ton of customers happy, and causing scalpers to actually “loose business” because people won’t be driven to purchasing them through ebay.

As it stands right now, the morning of 5/29 (ASSUMING THEY DON’T SHIP OUT WEIRD LIKE LAST TIME)— I have to chose which store to stand out of before they open, and only get  Greninja or Jigglpuff. My Target and Toys stores don’t stock many amiibo figures, I don’t live in a big city. I should not have to- that’s ridiculous. 

Amiibo are supposed to be fun, kids collect these too, and yet Nintendo of America thought retail exclusives and poor pre-order systems (no one is perfectly, but clearly online orders aren’t as accessible as they think) are causing those of us who aren’t planning to resell to become frustrated to the point of no longer purchasing them.

It’s a shame too. I, personally, have every single amiibo thus far- from here on out, I won’t be collecting. I’ve never bought them anywhere but a store. Boycotting Nintendo I don’t feel will work, what actual customers don’t buy, scalpers will. What needs to work, is customers being vocal. This isn’t okay. This shouldn’t be stressful or competitive. If I am throwing $150+ dollars for plastic figures, than you can bet more people would do so if they were readily available. I understand needing to cycle some in and out for shelf and production purposes, but people should be able to get their hands on figures before they go out of style. 

So for now, I’m just going to sit here and shake my head.

TL;RD VERSION: Current state of Amiibo collecting sucks, is handled poorly, and when a company tries to handle it well it still blows over. Something has to change. This is bullshit and basically tells fans and normal consumers that ‘lol, but it on ebay or bust’.