it's funny because she had just been talking about how she's totally responsible

Jealous

Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

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You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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EREMIKA ROAD TRIP

GUYS. I DID IT. I WROTE EREMIKA AND I DID NOT COMBUST INTO FLAME. LOOK AT ME EVERYONE. NO HATE WEEK SWAG GOD MODE ACTIVATE.

This is for @sluttttysurveycorps because she is my BAE, and this whole road trip idea is entirely her’s (down to Mikasa dropping mad lines). It was too funny/sweet/cute for me to get out of my head. I’d say this is like, a solid T rating. ALSO I wrote this in like, LITERALLY 30 minutes so like, sorry if I can’t language.

Also forgive me my RivaMika fans.


Mikasa puts her bare feet up on the dash and rolls down the window of the shitty ‘98 Crown Vic.

But don’t tell Eren that, this heap of shit on wheels is his new pride and joy that he saved for two summers to buy, all $550.00 of it.

It makes an unsettling clunking sound when Eren accelerates to get on the interstate.

He definitely overpaid.

She sighs and looks outside, watching as the Indiana cornfields turn into the grassy rolling hills of Lower Michigan.

Eren is fiddling with his phone that’s hooked up to the auxiliary port tapedeck. He starts to veer into another lane while he does this.

“Let me do it,” she says, reaching for his phone.

“Stop fussing it’s fine.”

There’s nothing he hates more than any implication that he can’t do fifteen things at once despite the fact that he just got his driver’s license (after failing the test three times; one more time and he would’ve had to write a letter saying why he deserved another chance like Connie had had to).

She grabs his phone anyways and he scowls.

“Put on the road trip playlist I made.”

“Is it in Spotify?”

“Duh, what do you think it’d be in, Apple Music?”

She rolls her eyes. He’s developed this odd crusade against Apple products despite the fact that he just recently switched to a Samsung phone after he dropped his iPhone into a toilet.

She scrolls through his playlists, all of which are as spastic and unorganized as he is, until she finds a playlist titled summer roadtrip vibes (no capital letters of course).

She laughs while she scrolls through it.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Did you make this playlist while drinking a pumpkin spice latte and wearing Ugg boots?”

“Shut up, it’s a great playlist!”

She presses play and she won’t admit it but she loves every damn song on this list, partially because he picked them and partially because she actually loves top 40 music even though she’d never let anyone know this.

Eren knows though.

He knows everything about her. He’s known her since she was a girl. Knows her hopes, dreams, fears better than anyone, even her parents. They grew up neighbors and his parents are like her own, trusting her far more than Eren because she’s “the responsible one.”

Which is why they haven’t gotten around to telling either of their parents that they’ve been dating since prom two months ago.

The both of them are far too attached to the freedom that their parent’s ignorance affords them. There’s no way either of their parents would’ve let them drive up to the Jaeger’s summer cabin in Northern Michigan alone if they had known that Eren’s current favorite hobby is putting his hand up her shirt. No, they would’ve made them ride up with Eren’s creepy older brother Zeke.

Blegh.

The interstate starts to wind through the forest. An odd thing about Michigan is there are plenty of “scenic” outlook points, but very few rest-stops and even fewer gas stations.

She has many fond childhood memories of visiting here over the summers; another reason she and Eren haven’t told their parents about them dating because she’s not entirely sure her overprotective parents would’ve let her come up to the cabin since Armin couldn’t go this time (he’s at an archeology dig for brilliant high schoolers in South America because he’s Armin).  

Mikasa hears a familiar beat start playing and she glances at the radio.

I fucking love this song.

It’s Panda by Desiigner and Eren, completely shameless, starts rapping along to the track, getting maybe every other word correct.

Mikasa can’t hold it in anymore when the verse comes around.

“I got broads in Atlanta, Twisin’ dope, lean and shit, sippin’ Fanta, Credit cards and the scammers, wake up Versace shit–”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!”

Eren starts laughing so hard that he’s crying, tears streaming down his face as she finishes the verse in its entirety.

He can’t stop laughing and pulls over the car at an outlook, his head resting on the steering wheel as he laughs so hard his entire body shaking.

“What?”

He shakes his head, he’s laughing so hard he can’t talk.

“What’s so funny???”

“I–”

He’s overcome by laughter again and she huffs, irritated.

He thinks I’m totally lame.

After another minute or so he collects himself, still chuckling and wiping tears from his eyes.

“You mind telling me why you’re laughing at me?”

He shakes his head.

“No, you’re just the best fucking person I know, I just love you a lot, that’s all,” he laughs.

Any irritation she felt instantly vanishes when she looks at him. He’s so genuine in his affection, so kind. He’s so free with his emotions in a way that she sometimes feels envious.

So she expresses herself the only way she really can, pulling him over and kissing him.

He makes a surprised sound but quickly catches up to her mood, crawling over to the passenger seat and straddling her and holding her face in his hands.

She deepens their kiss, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him closer, until they’re both breathing heavily and his hand has found its way up her t-shirt. He grabs her over her bra like he always does but she wants more, wants him to touch her skin, so she clumsily fumbles with the clasp and shrugs it off and pulls it out her sleeve. He looks at her like she’s just performed some sort of wizardry.

She can tell he’s shocked, watches his adam’s apple bob as he touches her.

She pulls off her t-shirt because she wants him to see her, has always wanted him to and they’re alone off the interstate in rural Michigan.

“Mikasa,” he gasps, his eyes so wide as he looks at her. She feels so nervous because he’s never actually looked at her like this.

“Can…can…”

Words are clearly not his strong-suit at this point.

She grabs his hand and puts it on her breast.

He looks like he’s in absolute awe, like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his life and she blushes so red she feels a little dizzy.

He gets over his initial shock and then he’s kissing her throat just the way she likes, down her chest and on her breast. She feels like her heart is going to pump right out of her chest when he gently sucks on her nipple. She grabs his hair and sighs breathily.

She wants more, she wants everything with him and she doesn’t care about the consequences.

But when she reaches for his shirt, he grabs her hand and stops her.

“We should stop,” he pants.

The moment breaks.

“Why?”

“I mean, for one, the only condom I have is the one sitting in my wallet I bought from a gas-station four years ago with a quarter on a dare.”

“I have six in my purse,” she says dryly.

His eyes widen and he swallows again, his eyes suddenly far away.

I am the responsible one, afterall.

She reaches again for his belt buckle but he shakes his head no.

“Still, Mikasa,” he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles in a gesture so sweet it makes her heart swell. “We’re in my car, and even though it’s the best car in the world, don’t you…y’know, want it to be a little more special?”

She can’t help but smile.

He gets off of her and goes back to his seat. She grabs her bra and makes to put it on.

“Hold on a second,” he says.

She turns and faces him.

“What?”

“I just, y’know, wanna remember what you look like without a shirt on,” he says simply.

She swears that her whole body must turn red because, outside of the moment, she feels totally embarrassed.

Still, she lets him look for a moment before grabbing her discarded bra and shirt.

She clicks her seatbelt again and sighs.

“Okay, we can go.”

“Give me a minute,” he says.

She glances down at his pants.

Oh my God.

“I can’t help it!”

He’s so embarrased, covers his lap with his backpack and bites his bottom lip. She starts laughing so hard that she’s the one crying.

Even if she’s a little disappointed, she looks over at how flustered he is and can’t help but think about how much she loves him.

It’ll be great, someday soon.


I don’t really ship Eremika but I fucking loved every second of this SO. I also based it almost entirely off a road trip me and my now husband then boyfriend took in high school. WE WERE NOT AS PURE AS EREMIKA THOUGH.

Ok so I was going to reblog this and add on, but I want to deviate a little from the original post, and specifically address a comment made in response to it. But the original post is here (x).

Alright so this is the comment from @mrsgilbertholtzmann I want to touch on just a little bit:

Now I’m going to start off with yes, there is absolutely truth to this comment in the sense that with it being one singular movie, where there are four main characters, this means there is limited screen time to truly flesh out individual characters and give them back stories - because plot, and action etc. This can be wonderful for fandom, look characters for us to really delve into and play with, create head cannons on their history, how they would act in certain situations etc. So no we cannot truly say what the creators of the movie TRULY intended. BUT we can work with what we are given. This is what the original post is actually about.

CANON FACTS:

1. Holtzmann is not fantastic with feelings. Her speech at the end of the movie makes this one pretty obvious straight off. It’s very rehearsed and stilted. She does not speak with easy nor comfort. 

Physics is the study of movement of bodies and space and it can unlock the mysteries of the universe but it cannot answer the essential question of what is our purpose here and to me the purpose of life is to love and to love is what you have shown me. I didn’t think that I would ever really have a friend until I met Abby and then I feel like I have a family of my own and I love you, thank you.

Two other aspects of this scene often ignored, firstly Abby’s face during the whole speech for starters, but this face right here, this is the exact moment where Holtzmann says she didn’t think she would every really have a friend until she met Abby. 

This is completely new information to Abby. They’ve been friends for potentially years depending on your views of canon timeline. But Holtzmann has clearly never spoken about her past in great depth, not enough to reveal she’d never had friends or even a good family environment.

Secondly the sound Holtzmann makes once she’s done and sits down, and the fact she won’t even make eye contact with any of the others as they acknowledge what she has said.

This is someone really uncomfortable with sharing her feelings and any potential response she receives. 

2. The majority of the movie Holtzmann only engages in conversation when it is about the science, either loosely or directly. Beyond that it’s jokes (primarily at Erin’s expense) or comments made to another character/s. Now this one is probably a little vague. But hear me out, I’m going to define conversation as being an exchange of ideas, thought, or feelings between two or more people. I’m also going to add on to that, being involved in a discussion means contributing more than a line here or there.

Now not every interaction Holtzmann has would be classed as a discussion. So just a couple of examples.

The speech we just looked at, not a discussion, she said what she wanted to say, then closed down, there was no exchange of thoughts and feelings, it was one sided.

Her first scene, where she introduces herself to Erin, other than really the opening statement, and the occasional remark to Abby. Most of this scene is Abby doing the talking.

The ghost in the subway, Holtzmann actually engages here a little more than she has thus far, but it’s about the science, the equipment she’s created and what needs to happen.

The same can be said for when they’re trying out her new toys in the alley (both times)

Holtzmann has the least amount of lines in the movie that the other three ladies. Most of her lines are short and amusing. But note when I say amusing here I mean it is amusing to us as an audience (which is a whole other thing).

3. Science is her safe place. This one is fairly obvious, its clearly somewhere she often retreats to. The movie takes place over a very short timeline yet Holtzmann has created all these wonderful toys to play with within that time. Now don’t get me wrong she’s very good at what she does, but that’s a lot of time she’s spending on this stuff. Science is also where she feels most comfortable to engage with new people. It’s where she’s happy to be open and talk more (as I just covered off.

Things Holtzmann is not:

1. A sex god - this is not canon, this is not implied at all. Feelings and sex for some are absolutely two different things. So saying Holtzmann is bad with feelings does not automatically mean she cannot also be a sex god. BUT the fact that Holtzmann is bad with feelings, and does not easily engage in conversation with new people other than science based conversations indicates that meeting and having sex with random strangers is probably not something she is doing on the regular.

2. Always knows what to say and it’s hilarious - consider what you actually find “hilarious” about Holtzmann. Think about the moments in the movie really hard. Now ask yourself this question, would you find that line, that action just as funny if you were in the scene, if it was real life. You’ll probably find if you really give it some thought, that answer is probably no. That’s because what’s funny about Holtzmann is humorous to us as an audience ONLY.

3. Makes you gay - now talk about a problematic statement right there. Now where to actually start here. So sure it’s all fun and games to say I was straight until I saw this person and now I’m gay. It’s humorous, everyone has a good laugh, and it’s overused something shocking. What you are implying is being gay is a choice, it is something that can be changed about a person. I’m going to assume that the majority of the people who will read this post would define their sexuality as something different from strictly heterosexual. Now consider how you feel about been told that your sexuality which might have taken you years of heartache, anguish, and struggle to come to terms with, is really only just a choice. It’s laughable even. Ignoring all of that though, again you’re projecting a lot of your outside opinions onto a character. If you met this awkward, admittedly attractive, science geek, in horribly mismatched clothing and coloured glasses, are you going to automatically think “well shit I never realised this but I’m totally gay!” Probably not, let’s be real.

In summary YES we can all have different head cannons of Holtzmann, or any of the other ladies, they don’t all have to be the same. We all do see different things in the movie. BUT there are some clearly defined aspects of Holtzmann’s character from the movie being actively ignored or twisted. 

cottonbxll  asked:

I hate to be a pain, but have you got a list of owari no seraph or specifically mikayuu story recommendations anywhere? I love your stories and trust that you have good taste lol :) Thanks!!

OH YES! Now it’s time for me to shamelessly advertise for my favorite fics! ;D Thank you for asking, and thank you for the compliment on my fics! /)///(\ you’re too kind!

In no particular order…

Cherry Boy by EtherealBeing

Summary: As if being dragged into a sex shop by Shinoa wasn’t bad enough, now Yuu also has to deal with the store’s uncomfortably attractive attendant.

Status: Ongoing

This is biased because Anna is one of my closest friends in the fandom, BUT SHE IS SO DAMN TALENTED. You will laugh, you will blush, you will be mindblown by the complexity in these character’s thoughts, it’s honestly a wild ride and I can’t wait to see the grand finale of it all that is coming to us soon. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s a must.


Corner of a Birdcage by oxeh

Summary: “So, to sum it up, you’re like Superman without the spandex… And without the laser eyes, X-Ray vision, and ice breath. Also, you kill vampires and Horsemen instead of dealing with—“

“Basically, I’m not like Superman at all.” 

or

Yuu is a university student that tends to live for the moment. Mika is a cynical superhero that’s more super than a hero. Fate is a bit aggressive with intertwining their lives.

Status: Ongoing

THIS FIC IS BRILLIANT. If you have not read it yet, I swear go do it! It’s funny, it’s exciting, it flows and it’s just a lovely, enjoyable read. Oxy is a sweetheart as well and she’s got some incredible ideas in that head of hers, lemme tell you! Go check it out!!! You won’t regret it :D


Diamond in the Rough by Hannaadi88, Sarah737

Summary: Mikaela had been the captain of the Seraph for over seven years, yet he’d never come across another ship carrying such riches. The prospect of boarding the Opal and stealing all she had made a rare smile play on his lips. 

If he did this well, he would finally make a name for himself. The Opal might just be what he’d always wanted- a chance to prove how fearsome he could be. 

Mikaela Shindo will be a name to revere among all pirates to sail the seven seas.

Status: Ongoing

THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. Hanna and Sarah are some of the most talented people I know, and together, they are unstoppable and unrelenting!! From the descriptives to the dialogue to the intriguing plot, this story makes pirates sexy, let me tell you. LOL, seriously you will not regret it… if you want a good time, I invite you to read this masterpiece right here!


Garden of Hades by 6lilystrings9

Summary: A stubborn, annoying, and repulsive human is captured by the Vampire forces, and to his dismay, Mika is assigned as his handler.

How irritating.

(The AU where human Yuu-chan and vampire Mika meet for the first time as captive and keeper)

Status: Ongoing

I remember when Lily first talked about her fic in our Skype chat room and how when I read it, I was stunned! I didn’t realize how amazing it was, how well put-together, how structured. It’s enticing and exciting and full of vivid descriptives and intense, heart-pounding scenes. Another must-read, if you ask me, and I also cannot wait to see how it ends.


Scented by Hannaadi88

Summary: In a world ruled by beta neutrality, alphas and omegas are controlled by suppressants which modify their natural inclinations. Under constant surveillance, unproductive members of society are removed in the name of efficiency. Yuichiro Hyakuya is deemed infertile by the Board and is sentenced to certain death. In an act of defiance Yuichiro steals enough suppressants to hide his scent and joins the military under the guise of a beta. 

It would be his luck to find himself under the command of his assigned mate, Mikaela Shindo.

Status: Ongoing

Hanna is not only a friend of mine, but she is sO DAMN TALENTED! I recommend all of her fics, so please check out her page while you’re at it, but she is well known for her big multi chapter fic, Scented. This story takes the concept of omegaverse and gives it almost a Mulan-like feel to it, with Yuu being in disguise and all. It’s really fantastic and another thrilling story I highly suggest!


Afire love by stirkedawn

Summary: After Nagoya’s failed mission, an unsteady truce is formed between Shinoa’s squad and Mikaela Hyakuya, making Yuu feel conflicted inside. On one hand, he’s got Mika back, his friends are alive, and they seem to be trying to be civil with each other, even if it’s just for his sake. On the other hand, Guren is being held captive by the vampires, Shinya has just given them a mission Yuu doesn’t like, and Mika… Yuu doesn’t really know what Mika is feeling.

Maybe not even Mikaela knows what he’s truly feeling, after all.

Status: Completed

You will commonly see the fandom preach that if all goes wrong, Afire love is our accepted canon. This fic immerses itself into the canon universe of Owari no Seraph and gives us an epic climax and end to the series that it probably one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever read. I also agree that if the manga plummets to total disaster, Afire love is what I will think of for a happy ending.


Somebody to Lean On by TrashPanda

Summary: Yuichiro needs a partner to help him with vampire hunting. His only option is to seek out somebody in the slave auctions. He comes upon a discounted slave, as beautiful as he is unwanted, and Yuu claims him for himself. Little did he know, this slave would change everything he ever knew about him himself, and in the process Yuu discovers he cannot live without this man, now that he has him in his life.

Status: Ongoing

This story is fantastic! It’s got an interesting plot that’s brilliantly written, a romance beautifully described and a story that interests the reader endlessly. I can picture this fic animated like it was its own anime show. It’s really, really good and I suggest it! I can’t wait for another update! I also suggest the author in general, they have some really good stuff. 


My Inner Beast by Northernreign

Summary: Yuuichirou is a young werewolf who finds himself awake one evening in a human orphanage.

To avoid being executed, he desperately tries to conceal his true identity from the “monstrous” humans who- along with the vampires, have been responsible for his kind’s slow decline into extinction. But over time, he comes to know one particular human boy who will help him learn to embrace his humanity, not resent it. Together they will overcome countless fated tragedies with the sheer power of will and love alone. Each event will bring him closer to the answer he has been seeking for almost a lifetime.

 Just who really are the true monsters in this world? 

The vampires? 

The humans?

The werewolves?

Or himself?

Status: Ongoing

A truly underrated story!! Nathalie is an incredible writer and artist and she combines those skills to bring you this lovely story that doesn’t get enough attention- ESPECIALLY since it’s her first fic. You would never guess; she writes like a pro. This story takes you all over, from the eyes of so many of our beloved characters to shape the story and relationships in the best possible way. You can really feel everything she describes and it really stimulates the senses. Check it out if you haven’t, it’s a journey and I’m eager to see where it goes.


Rise of the Dragon by Crazyloststar, Sarah737, somnicordia (hihazuki)

Summary: Water… Earth… Fire… Air… In eras bygone, four nations coexisted in harmony. However, a series of tragedies began to befall the world, And none was left unscathed. The equilibrium of power has been tilted to a great imbalance, Its people fallen to temptation. The end is fast approaching, and all souls are fated to meet oblivion. Rumors whisper of the Avatar, the master of all four elements, holding the key to mankind’s only hope of salvation. Families pray under his guiding light, Enemies vow to divide and conquer. But the glimmer of hope is sometimes found in the darkest of places, somewhere people would least expect.

Status: Ongoing

As someone who is only just now watching Avatar for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. I’m still not 100% caught up, but this is a goddamn masterpiece and I can tell that from the first 3 chapters that I’ve read. This is an amazing project put together by some of the most talented authors and writers in the fandom that are all lovely, passionate friends of mine. They deserve all the love in the world. If you haven’t read it yet- especially if you don’t know anything about Avatar- READ IT ANYWAYS. You don’t need to understand Avatar or the original series at all to enjoy this fic. It’s magnificent; please check it out!


And, a little shameless advertising for my own stories, for those who are curious ;o

Unwritten by Vixenfur

Summary: While being forcefully dragged to KFC by Lacus- a man who had a black pit of a stomach- Mika had a once-in-a-lifetime, Snapchat-worthy experience. The guy in the left lane had no shame. He was unintimidated by a stranger with a phone and he continued to sing the song Unwritten confidently. Lacus found the experience hysterical

…. Little did they know they would run into each other again hardly an hour later- Yuu was in desperate need of a haircut, according to Shinoa.

He was dropped off at Sanguinem Salon, and was a little mortified to find out that the hot guy he just sang horribly to was Mika, the one holding hair-trimming scissors behind the chair.

Status: Completed

This fic was a blast to work on and an absolute time, from start to finish. A huge thank you to all the support and love I’ve gotten for it over the months I wrote it. I treasure every comment!


Tale as Old As Time by Vixenfur, Sarah737

Summary: An arrogant young prince named Mikaela and his castle’s servants fall under the spell of a wicked enchantress, who turns him into the hideous Beast until he learns to love and be loved in return. The spirited, headstrong village boy Yuuichirou enters the Beast’s castle after he imprisons Yuuichirou’s father, Guren. With the help of his enchanted servants, Yuuichirou begins to draw the cold-hearted Mikaela out of his isolation.

Status: Completed

I’m so proud of story! Sarah is my dear cowriter and friend, I’m always honored to collaborate with her and I’m so ecstatic over the love this fic has gotten. Thank you all for the love and we hope you enjoy our future projects!


Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow by Vixenfur, BlueberryApple

Summary: Yuuichirou is a Siren who cannot sing, and so he is taken captive by the Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow. He is expected to perform and earn the show money under the instruction of ringmaster Kureto Hiiragi. Naturally, Yuuichirou is opposed to his new life, but he slowly gets to know his new family and accept his situation.

Meanwhile, the ignored Nosferatu Mikaela finds himself incredibly attracted to the new Siren, and Yuuichirou can’t help but to be curious about the ghostly vampire himself.

Status: Completed

This story was so much fun to write. Destiny and I became great friends and made many memories. The sheer amount of fanart we got was OUTSTANDING and we couldn’t be more grateful for the love. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this story!


Thank you for asking! Feel free to reblog and share this list around. Everything on here is something I really enjoyed reading and think everyone should experience. As for my own fics, I shared the ones I’m most proud of (excluding my current ongoing works) and I hope you can enjoy them as well!

God look at that quality header. Graphic design is my passion.

Intro:

Skam is BACK and this time I get to watch from the first clip! Fandom has been in uproar and I have so many feelings and opinions I’ve been coming apart at the seams. A lot of polarising opinions, questions, concerns, outrage. Not to mention the totally anticipated yet still alarming racism and islamophobia considering our main is a POC Muslim girl this time around.

So I thought I’d take the time to collate all my thoughts and feelings into a daily/weekly breakdown for each episode! I try to be as subjective and clear headed as possible while watching this show and take in the messages, lessons and information Julie Andem et al are providing. Forgive me if I happen to project a little or get wild in my enthusiasm as a muslim growing up europe this season is so #relatable I’ve been shook since the second we got the trailer and still in a state of disbelief that this is actually happening. So as someone very invested I thought why not share my two cents with the class.


Disclaimer: Everything here is my personal thoughts and opinions. They do not represent the views of all Muslims or POC. It’s just my own take on the show.


Im gonna try doing this Day by Day depending on the lengths ( this gets wordy I don’t shut up I’m Sorry)

Breakdown 1 >> Next

Monday 10.04.17 1:28

Okay here we are the famous opening scene. In true Skam fashion we see Sana on the train watching the streets of what i assume is Oslo go by, intersped with images relevant to the main themes of this season. Trump, images of war in what could be syria or palestine ( don’t quote me on that I honestly couldn’t tell you which), the hijabi mascot of the women’s march, the french beach hijabi lady indcedent, images of the army and missiles firing. Right off the bat they ain’t fucking around.

The street ad of two women in bikini’s which Robyn sings “All of these girls a mess I’ve seen it all before I’m not impressed” Sana watches all of this impassively, dare I say haughty even. That is until she finds herself staring at a bunch of dudebros have an ab contest in the street. Sana is human and she stares. Robyn insists “None of them make me feel anything” in direct conflict with what we see cause Sana’s expression is intrigued, appreciative even, shes smirking. That is until she startled out of it by the Azaan for Zuhr going off on her phone.

Hello Relatable AF moment #1 ( honestly why am I counting there’s already a million)

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Bitty’s YouTube Career

I’ve been binge watching Fine Bros Reaction videos and it just got me thinking.

This isn’t going to be coherent enough to be like a paragraph so it’s gonna be a list instead

-Bitty’s a YouTuber

-He posts regular updates to his vlog, and interacts with fans on his channel and through other forms of social media

-Now N never really tells us how YouTube famous he is, but I’m actually willing to bet that a vlog like that would have at least 1 million subs. But honestly I’m imagining more like 3-4 million, and these especially picked up during Bitty’s time at Samwell (like he had a smaller following before this, and the spike definitely happens like sophomore year and just grows into Junior/Senior year)

-(Bitty wasn’t hella aware of how much he was pining after Jack and people were there for the drama)

-SO YouTubers aren’t solitary creatures, they tend to interact with, and follow each other on YouTube and on other social media platforms

-And once Tubers become bigger, other bigger names notice them. They’re verified on Twitter, so any @’s they do are noticed by any bigger people

-(which means Beyonce definitely tweeted Bitty into his Junior/Senior year and says she loves his vlog)

-(this being in response to a tweet he sent out for his most recent video where he gushes on a Beyonce event)

-(Beyonce says she’s binge watched a lot of his stuff and now follows him on Twitter and YouTube)

-(Bitty is shook)

-ANYWAYS

-So I imagine Bitty does lots of collabs! He’s totally done several with NerdyNummies, since they both bake

-and honestly? He’s paying for his college with this dough. Like he’s not making a small sum, and he donates a fuck ton of it to LGBTQ organizations, cause he likes money, but not that much. 

-Like I can see him as someone who doesnt want to spend his money on himself

-Going on, he’s friends with a lot of YouTubers. He doesn’t talk about his channel much to his friends and teammates

-UNTIL ONE DAY HOLSOM BURSTS INTO HIS DOOR AND IS LIKE

-”BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO BE ON YOUTUBER’S REACT???”

-And Bitty kind of shrugs and is like “I mean, I told you guys I had a thing in NYC”

-Holsom is fuckin speechless and like dies and ends up subscribing to Bitty and watching a lot of his collabs and asking him questions and stuff

-Bitty gets into YouTube rewind for 2016

-When he gets asked, he DIES. He immediately tells his team, because this just isnt something he can keep in

-Also imagine Bitty with his silver and gold play buttons <3

-Tons of YouTubers have books, so after much prompting from his fans, he makes a cook book for them

-It sells millions of copies

-He’s on YouTubers React AGAIN but to react to Rewind

-Also, Bitty going to like Vid Con and being invited to Creator Summits

-Bitty having Vine and Music.ly phases

-Doing more collabs just with his team and like they love it and you can tell he’s just really relaxing into YouTube and like friendships and his like genuine openness about having a BF and being out to his channel and like having such a support group

-His parents totally know and love him so much. Suzanne is soooo proud of him and buys the cookbook and like all of her friends do too its SUCH a big deal

-Just <3 I need more of Bitty on YouTube and how this affects him because with his sunshine personality and everything, like he’d get a following. He really would.

MTVS Epic Rewatch #157

BTVS 6x08 Tabula Rasa

obligatory soundtrack to accompany your reading

Stray thoughts

1) Writing the follow-up act for OMWF couldn’t have been an easy feat, and yet the writers came up with one of the most memorable and quintessential Buffy episodes. OMWF was damn perfect, but we can hardly say it’s an episode that betokens the classic feel of the show. It was a Very Special Episode, and while at its core it had all the ingredients that make the show what it is (witty dialogue and one-liners, funny moments, character development, emotional resonance) I would hardly recommend it as the episode a new viewer should watch to get hooked on the show, you know? Tabula Rasa, on the other hand, is an A+ prototypical Buffy episode. There’s conflict between the characters, a memorable monster of the week (although he is only a plot device more than a key player in the narrative), an original gimmick, comic relief,  meta-jokes, plot advancement, good music, and a lot of tears. Like, A LOT. I love this episode!

2) The episode starts with Spike following Buffy around, as per usual, and asking her to have The Talk about The Kiss. It’s not every day that you make out with your former-number-one-enemy-turned-ally-turned-kind-of-friend-turned-confidant. Buffy chooses a very non-Buffy way to deal with the Spike-kissage: she dismisses the whole thing and downplays it. 

SPIKE: We kissed, Buffy.

BUFFY: So?

SPIKE: We… we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising … music, and what was that, Buffy?

BUFFY: A spell?

SPIKE: Oh, don’t get all prim and proper with me.I know what kind of girl you really are. Don’t I.

BUFFY: What we did is done. But I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, *ever* again.

I get that Buffy wasn’t really Buffy yet, but this is a really mild reaction compared to the last time she had kissed Spike…

If Buffy hadn’t enjoyed their kiss or if she hadn’t been considering giving it another shot, she would’ve had a much more visceral reaction to his questioning. (I can totally imagine her saying something like: “what we did is disgusting” or “I’m disgusted at myself”) Yet she chooses to not make a big deal of it, and only when Spike insists on pushing the issue she states that she will never kiss or touch him again. Which is what she thinks she has to say more than what she actually feels since at this point she’s still fighting her attraction towards Spike. 

3) 

I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, ever again.

*literally one second later*

For whatever reason, she just can’t let him die, can she? 

4) BTVS is probably one of the few shows which can get away with having an actual shark play a loan shark. And how awesome is that?

And I absolutely love the fact that Teeth (that’s the shark’s name according to the script, btw) keeps calling Spike “Mr. Spike.” So very gentlemanly of him! 

5) One of favorite lines in the whole show, tbh:

SPIKE: I just need a little more time.
SHARK DEMON: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats!

6) While Buffy is patrolling, the rest of the Scoobies are gathered at Xander’s discussing Buffy’s revelation that they had torn her out of heaven. This is an odd writing choice. Considering the weight of the revelation, as a viewer I was expecting to witness the actual moment in which the Scoobies and Buffy hash this out. It seemed like a pivotal moment in Buffy’s arc this season, yet it never came? My question is: did the writers purposefully chose not to write that key scene to continue driving a wedge between Buffy and her Scoobies and furthering the season’s plot of isolation, desolation, and self-destruction? or did they choose not to write it because it was too difficult a scene to write purely from a writing perspective? (did they chicken out?) 

7) Anywho, what they did write is the Scoobies trying to come to terms with what they’d done to their friend. And before I dissect the scene in point, let me take you back a few episodes to “Flooded”…

WILLOW: I brought her back! (…)  I did what I had to do. I did what nobody else could do. (…) I brought Buffy back into this world, and maybe the word you should be looking for is “congratulations.” (…) I wasn’t lucky. I was amazing. (…) The magicks I used are very powerful. Im very powerful.

You see it, right? Willow is taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back. There’s no doubt in her mind that she alone carried this out. 

Now let’s analyse Willow’s discourse after realizing she had actually done something wrong, she had unexpectedly failed. 

TARA: All we know is that… it was a good place and she was happy there.
WILLOW: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her.
XANDER: We didn’t wreck. We didn’t know.
WILLOW: We didn’t wanna know. We were so selfish. I was so selfish.

It’s very clear that she does not feel comfortable taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back now that she knows it made her miserable. When she thought having brought Buffy back made her a hero, she really didn’t feel like sharing the accolades…

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anonymous asked:

mini prompt - klaus plans a birthday trip to vegas for caroline with a bunch of their friends. real life inspo from the birthday trip candice took to vegas for her 30th that her husband planned

Thanks, nonnie - totally inspired! This could so be a multi chapter fic…

Viva Las Vegas

“I don’t want a birthday party,” she insisted. “In fact I don’t want anything, no streamers or balloons, no singing or cake.”

“You did not just say that?” Klaus reeled back in shock. “You live for cake, love. You choose your next year’s birthday cake the day after the previous one has ended.”

“Well, not this year,” she growled. “It will be just another uneventful day. There is no way in hell I’m going to celebrate getting….old,” she whispered the last word. 

“Well, if you’re old what exactly am I, sweetheart? Ancient?” Klaus was seven years older and heading towards the big 4-0. 

“You know what I mean,” she scowled. Just trust me when I say this birthday needs to disappear into the ether where it belongs.”

“And what about next year?” 

“As far as I’m concerned my birthday doesn’t exist post 29,” she added determinedly, walking from the room and signalling the end of the conversation. 

Klaus knew she was sensitive about entering her thirties but not enough to turn down a celebration of herself. He regarded his phone, scrolling through his contacts, pressing on Katherine’s name. If anyone knew how to celebrate in style, it was her best friend. 

2 weeks later….Hard Rock Hotel

“So, of all nights your band just happens to be playing on my birthday and in Las Vegas of all places?” Caroline baulked as the limo pulled up outside the famed Hard Rock Hotel just off the strip. 

 “What birthday?”

“Very funny,” she said nudging him playfully. “Tell me the truth, you’ve planned a party, right?”

“No because you wanted to ignore it remember, you know the ether and all of those dramatics you spouted a few weeks ago.” 

“Of course I remember, I was the one who asked for it,” she muttered, sending her husband an unimpressed glare before stepping out of the car and towards reception.

His cell rang and Klaus consulted the screen noting her name. “Bonnie, tell me you have the double German chocolate…”

“Cake,” she finished. “I know what Caroline is like without cake, chocolate and sugar and it isn’t pretty.” Klaus had to agree with her assessment of his wife. 

“So, does that mean Lexi…”

“Has the decorations sorted.”

“And Anna…”

“Has organised the catering. We all know how much she loves eating, so it isn’t going to disappoint.”

“That just leaves Katherine with the..”

“Entertainment,” Bonnie pre-empted his response yet again. Klaus had to give it to her for organisation.

“I told her no half naked men jumping out of cakes,” Klaus argued. “Just some tasteful…”

“Background music followed by a DJ,” Bonnie groaned. “Seriously, you might have been complete opposites in the beginning but you have become Caroline. All bossy and controlling about social situations.”

“Hey,” he scoffed. “I’m not that bad. I just want my girl’s night to be perfect. Plus, we all know just how unrealistically high her party standards are.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Bonnie drawled. “So, is she onto us yet?”

“Not yet, in fact she seems offended that nothing’s been organised. Trust Caroline to be upset about something she supposedly never wanted.”

Klaus noticed Caroline loitering unimpressed and disconnected the call not wanting to raise any further suspicions.  

5 hours later - The Joint at the Hard Rock

Klaus had left the stage to a chorus of cheers, his bandmates closely behind. Now the show was over he was excited about the surprise. Caroline had been relatively quiet during the rehearsal and sat backstage during the show which was unusual. 

“She’s so pissed,” Enzo and Matt laughed as they made their way backstage. 

“You’d know given that’s Rebekah’s default setting, mate,” Kol chuckled. 

“Well, not for much longer. Seriously, would you guys shut up, she’ll hear you idiots!”

“It’s okay Niklaus,” his brother and manager Elijah chimed in, walking in step with them. “She’s gone.”

“She left before the encore?” He baulked. “Unbelievable.”

“No, Katherine offered to take her for a drink before she spied your party plans in the dressing room. Talk about amateurish.”

“Usually it’s Caroline doing the surprising not me,” he hissed. “Let’s just get this underway before she finds out and ruins the surprise.”

They changed quickly before joining the girls at Centre Bar in the casino. Although she was surrounded by her best friends, Caroline seemed down. 

“Ladies,” he grinned, placing a kiss on Caroline’s nose. “Enjoy the show?”

“I’m not here to stroke that uncontrollable ego, Mikaelson, that’s what your little groupies are for,” Anna shot back. 

“Well, on that lovely note,” Klaus trailed off, looking to his wife questioningly. “How about we go upstairs?”

“Ohhh someone’s going to get lucky,” Lexi teased. “And I mean you, Mikaelson.”

“Suddenly those groupies are looking like a really good idea,” he muttered. 

“Let’s go,” Caroline huffed, sending her friends a quick smile before making her way to the elevator. 

She looked beautiful walking ahead of him, her creamy legs going for days in that fitted, black miniskirt. For someone who was worried about turning thirty, Caroline had nothing to worry about. 

They entered the lift, Klaus pulling her into his arms greedily and away from the buttons on purpose, pressing the floor they actually needed.  “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

“Well, maybe not today,” she murmured. 

“Well, I love sweetheart and am going to love you every year no matter your age,” he grinned. “I’m not afraid to say that I want to grow old and grey with you, Caroline.”

“Sorry I’ve been a princess,” she apologised, resting her forehead against his. “It’s just been a bit of an adjustment.”

“No need to apologise, love.” Klaus leant down capturing his lips with hers. She melted into him not noticing the elevator had reached its destination.

“I intend on making it up to you, I promise,” she purred, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before stepping out of the elevator. “Hang on, this isn’t our floor.”

“No, it’s the penthouse,” he offered. 

“But why….” before she could continue, the lights came on and the room erupted into a chorus of surprise and cheers. She was shocked at first but the happy smile etched across her face was exactly what Klaus had hoped for when he decided to organise this party.

“Someone’s sneaky,” she accused, pulling him in for a quick kiss. 

“I did have some help in the form of your opinionated friends, but you love it, right?”

“How about we discuss this later, in bed,” she cooed, running her hand along his crotch discreetly before joining the party.  

Klaus was pretty certain he’d done well but all he wanted was to take her to bed for the next three days without all these people around. Suddenly a surprise party didn’t seem like the best idea. 

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Imagine the first time you meet Sam.


Characters: Bobby, Sam, Dean

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Bobby is your Uncle and you need help figuring out this next case you plan to work. Bobby knows just the guys to help you and sends Sam to help with your research. You enlist the boys’ help.

A/N: This was going to be a Sam X Reader pairing, but I suck at those. Sammy is too much of a brother figure. 

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Colloportus (Locked Doors) [M]

Taehyung x Reader
Harry Potter AU
Smut
Word Count: 4,780
{Request Filled}

His warmth radiated inside the Hufflepuff common room, competing and effortlessly winning against the magical sunlight that was always present within our homey dorm. It reached each corner, wiping the dust from the floor and window sills like a fresh spring breeze. I couldn’t help but stare at the honey highlights in his rich chocolate hues hair, the smooth line of his neck, veins pulsing with hot blood that called to me from across the room. My mouth watered with want, my heart fluttered with affection, my brain buzzed with an overload of stimulation that made me forget how to use words around him. The few occasions we had conversed, albeit they were short, highly awkward ones thanks to me, he had always been completely nice and sweet. And that smile, god that smile. The way it took up his whole face and packed so much joy in one motion, it punched the air from my chest instantly.

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You Make Me Happy

A/N: An anon request for a Hotch x Reader, where Hotch likes the reader and its very obvious. He’s completely different with her - totally adorable and nervous and sweet. He throws a surprise party for the her and she ends up asking him out. @coveofmemories

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“A-Are you free tomorrow?” Hotch sputtered, wondering how his voice could be quaking so much. He didn’t really have to wonder; he was just astounded. Anytime Y/N was in the vicinity, his mouth went dry and he found himself stuttering like a school boy with a crush. 

“Yea, I’m free,” Y/N responded, flashing him a brilliant smile. He wasn’t one for smiling much at work - he had a reputation to uphold, but in her presence he couldn’t help himself. “I’m meeting up with my parents on Sunday for a birthday dinner, but Saturday I am as free as a bird." 

"Great, the team is getting together at Dave’s house for dinner,” he said nonchalantly. He’d actually planned a surprise party for her - the team, her family, her friends from outside work. He’d invited everyone he could. He never admitted out loud, even to Dave, but he had a full-fledged crush on Y/N and wanted to make her birthday special; last year’s birthday had been taken away from her by a case they had been working on. 

But this year would be different. He’d put the whole thing together, doing what he could to hide from his friends and co-workers the fact that he was sweet on Y/N - they were profilers though, they undoubtedly already knew. 

“Awesome,” she responded, placing her finished paperwork on his desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow then." 

                                                      ————-

The following day, Aaron had enlisted the help of Jack in baking a cake for Y/N; he knew she liked chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate, but when it came to baking he was totally clueless. He turned on the electric mixer quickly, as he was running a little behind schedule. Apparently he’d turned it higher than he’d intended, because the second it hit the mixture, a plume of cake mix burst back up into his face - coating him in chocolate powder. "I’m never going to get this am I?” he asked out loud, not actually expecting a response. 

Suddenly, he heard giggling behind him. Jack, who’d just excused himself to the bathroom, thought his dad being covered in chocolate was pretty funny. “You need help, Daddy,” he said, walking up to the mixing bowl and looking at the directions, “otherwise you’re never going to impress Y/N." 

Aaron’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. How did he know about his crush? Was he that readable?

**

Hours later, the cake issue finally fixed, so Aaron and Jack went on their way to Dave’s house. This was supposed to be a surprise party, so everyone was getting there an hour early to help set up. Once they arrived, they fixed up the food, displaying Hotch’s chocolate cake in the center for everyone to see, put up some streamers, in places she wouldn’t see immediately upon walking in, and found their hiding spots. 

Finally, it was time for all of his planning to come together. "Here she comes!” Penelope whispered loudly. “Everyone hide.” They all found their places, waiting patiently for Y/N to open the door. 

“Surprise!” everyone yelled, causing her to jump back in shock. 

“Oh my god,” she cried out, that smile Hotch loved spreading across her face. “You guys are amazing! Mom, Dad, Renee, Brit, everyone I love is here!” Rossi ushered her into the house, where the food and gifts were set up and soon she was floating in and out of conversations with ease, flitting from one group to the next. “This is an amazing party,” she said, stuffing another pig in a blanket into her mouth. “Thanks.” She had been talking to Rossi, JJ and Derek for a while. 

“Don’t thank us,” Derek said, pointing over toward Hotch. “He’s the one who called all of your friends and family. He figured out the logistics of the whole thing.” She looked back toward him, astounded he would put that much effort into her. Quickly, however, she turned back to the conversation, keeping that piece of information neatly tucked away. About 20 minutes later, that conversation had come to a close and Y/N found that Hotch was nowhere to be seen - she wanted to find him. He wasn’t with Jack though, he was hanging out with JJ and her boys. 

As she rounded the corner, she bumped into a sturdy, built gentleman, who just so happened to be the man she was looking for. “Just the man I wanted to see,” she said, grazing his arm. “I just wanted to thank you for putting together this whole thing." 

"It’s no problem,” he said, “ I just know last year at this time, you were in a very different place." Y/N thought back to the previous year, the case they were working on ending up with her being rescued from an unsub. She flinched. "I was, but because of you guys I’m alive and made it to my next birthday, with triple chocolate cake no less." 

"A pain in the ass that cake was,” he smiled. 

“You made the cake too?” She questioned. “You’re too good to me, Aaron.”

“Only what you deserve,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Y/N had never really strayed into dating territory with Hotch because of Hayley and her untimely death, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to him. While no one was looking, she brought her mouth to his, a vague trace of lips touching lips.

“Aaron…do you maybe want to go to lunch sometime? Just you and me?" 

"I would love that,” he responded. “I’ve had quite a crush on you for a while.”

Y/N laughed, a small smirk and a faint blush spreading across her face. “I know you have, Aaron.”

He brought his hand to his face, wiping it downward in exasperation. “You have?”

“I have,” she replied, “I just didn’t know how you’d feel dating an employee and there’s also the matter of Hayley, I just didn’t know how you would feel about the whole thing.”

“I won’t lie, I miss Hayley,” he sighed, touching the wallet in his pocket. Y/N knew he kept a picture of Hayley in there and whenever he spoke about her, he consciously or unconsciously touched the wallet. “But I know she’d want me to be happy - you make me happy.”

She smiled, warmed from the inside by his kind words. “You make me happy, too, Aaron.”

"Don't Ever Fuck Up Like This Again"

The only emotion that had not changed was the nervousness she felt at that moment. There was no excitement like there usually was or no hapiness. She didn’t felt bubbly on the inside, she just wanted to go home alone and sleep. But she was at the airport waiting for her boyfriend. She wasn’t coming out of here without Luke and she wasn’t happy about it.

The last time they had talked to each other was two weeks ago -when he left for work. They had had a huge fight and it was big enough that they didn’t call or facetimed each other for the past fourteen days. She had texted Luke twice and it was about bills and irrelevant things like that. He had responded, but they hadn’t started a conversation. They both knew Y/N was supposed to pick him up at the airport and that’s when they would figure things out. Y/N didn’t feel like figuring things out though. She just wanted to watch a movie and pretend things were going great.

She felt someone step terribly close to her and that’s when she looked away from her phone to glance at those incredibly blue eyes. This time it wasn’t butterflies she felt in her belly, it felt like she had been kicked and it was awful. She couldn’t breathe for a second and that caused her to cough shortly after that.

She observed him. Even though people around them were talking loudly and running, it was silence for both of them. Luke looked scared, he had caused the fight after all. She noticed the bags under his eyes, they weren’t rare or anything, but this time she knew she had helped them to stay alive. There were a few marks on his cheek and she knew he had been sleeping on the plane.

“Do you need help carrying your things?” She asked, surprised her voice didn’t fail her. Luke was surprised, too. As much as it felt right to hear her voice, it felt awfully wrong that it was the first time in two weeks.

“I’m good,” he replied, wanting to smile but he felt like it wasn’t the right time.

She closed her phone and started to walk towards the exit, Luke following behind her. He wanted to say something so badly, he wanted to explain himself but he knew she would hate him even more if he created a scene right now. Each step was harder, he knew the moment was coming.

“I can drive,” Luke said as he placed his suitcases on the back of her car, Y/N watching him as he did so.

“I’m good,” she used his words. Luke looked at her, he knew she hated driving with passion. He realized his lips were slightly parted as he observed her with nervousness, he quickly closed the gap and went to sit in the passenger seat. It was such an habit for him to pull out his phone during awkward moments, but he couldn’t that to her. He had done enough and he knew it.

“I want to say sorry, but I know you’ll just get even more upset. Just know that I want to say I’m sorry,” Luke said before she started driving. She didn’t even look at him, she just drove with her eyes on the road.

He knew that this was such a twisted situation. He had to tell her at one point, but telling her the day before he left for two weeks had been a bad decision. He had decided that with his friends. For the past weeks, not only Y/N hated him, but his best friends did too.

Luke felt upset, how could they blame him when they were the ones who had put him in this situation? They were the ones that I had told him he couldn’t get Y/N to sleep with him. They were the reason why this relationship had started this way.

He had learned, over the past days, that telling your girlfriend that she was once a game to you was the worst thing to do. He didn’t like himself for accepting this challenge, but now it was easy to forget about that game and focus on the beautiful and amazing girl he had as a girlfriend. That challenge seemed so long ago, he had fell for her and that somehow changed everything for him. It didn’t do much for her.

Luke thought about something he could say. God, he had been thinking about that the last two weeks and nothing came up, he had hoped something would come up when he’d see her. Karma really is a bitch, he thought. His friends hadn’t helped him, they had said he had fucked up and they was nothing he could do. Should he really had kept this to himself? Would it have been better to never tell her? Would it have been fair to her? To him?

He stopped thinking the moment he heard her sobbing. Quickly turning his head to look at her, he felt like the biggest idiot for not noticing the tears that had filled her eyes during the ride.

“Hey, hey, pull over,” he said softly, not wanting her to drive whilst crying. She pulled over at a random parking lot’s shop and stopped the car. He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder, but he could remember how embarrassed he felt when she pulled away before he had the chance to hug her at the airport two weeks ago. He didn’t want to experience the feeling one more time.

“Y/N, you need to tell me what to do and what to say,” he desperately asked, trying to look at her but she was hiding herself with her hands.

“Say nothing. I don’t want you here,” she said with a voice that sounded higher. He hated that voice, the voice she had when she was crying.

But her sentence hurt. He had gotten mad at her many times, but he had never wished to be without her. He had always wanted her around, even when he hated her.

“I just can’t believe you’re that dumb, are women objects to you?” She asked, finally looking at him.

“What? Don’t tell me you never went into a club just so you could get laid!” Luke replied, feeling like she was arguying something completely different. Little did he know, his answer was also completely different to the answer she had been hoping. She only wanted a simple no.

“Fuck, you’re really the dumbest guy I ever met,” she sighed, wiping her tears. She slowly leaned her head on the steering wheel, taking deep long breaths, trying to forget she was in her car with the biggest asshole on the planet.

For the first time in two weeks, Luke felt like he wasn’t going totally to be hated after the words he was about to say.

“I’ve never thought women as objects and you were never an object to me,” he muttered.

She slowly looked at him and frowned.

“When I look at you I can only see a guy that won $1000 for sleeping with me.”

Luke didn’t reply to that. He had fucked up, he knew. But he couldn’t just forget he had fell for her and leave because he had made that mistake one year ago. He couldn’t.

She sigh laughed, but obviously nothing was funny to both of them.

“What did you even do with that money? Paid some drinks to other women before we ran into each other the week after?” She waited for his answer, she knew she could easily get an answer from his body language before he could talk.

“Can’t you see past that? Yes, I fucked up and if I could go back I’d change the beginning of this, but I can’t. I love you and you became a lot more than a hook up… Isn’t that enough?” He said, trying so hard not to raise his voice because it was just human to do so during a fight, but he couldn’t raise his voice after the domage he had caused.

“So did you sleep with other womens after we slept together that night?” Y/N asked because she weirdly hadn’t been able to understand Luke’s facial expressions.

He shook his head no, “I didn’t, but that’s because we were really busy that week. I can’t say I kept thinking about you 24/7 and so I can’t say that I’m positive I wouldn’t have hooked up the nights after if we wouldn’t had been at the studio,” he said and even though this once again wasn’t the answer she had hoped for, she was glad he was honest.

A few tears streamed down her cheeks, but those tears felt more silent and sad as they slowly fell. He wanted to cry at that point, too.

“I know you love me now,” she whispered and he felt like a weight had been pushed off of his shoulders. If she knew that, that was what mattered the most. “But I just can’t help but to feel so unrespected by you…”

He slowly reached for her hand and he thanked God she let him grab her hand. He looked at her hand, softly tracing circles with his thumb, enjoying the skin on skin contact he had missed.

“But I do respect you now,” he stared into her eyes, but her tears were distracting him.

“I know that,” she closed her eyes for a second, hoping she’d stop crying, but other tears were more than ready to escape her eyes.

“I love you,” he uttered.

“I know,” she said, but that was the first time Luke was disappointed by her response. He wanted to know she still loved him. He waited a few seconds, maybe she’d add something but she stayed silent. The tears was breaking his heart, but he was glad the sobbing had stopped.

“Do you hate me?” He finally asked.

She wanted to laugh, how could she ever hate him? His eyes were patiently waiting for a reply, his thumb wasn’t tracing circles on the top of her hand anymore.

“I’m just upset, that’s all,” she wiped her tears. “Anyway, had a great trip?”

Luke rolled his eyes, but he was happy to know she was slowly forgiving him.

“It was awful,” he quickly said and he didn’t even need to explain why. Y/N knew he had messed up and she also knew he hated himself for it. “Do you still love me?” He didn’t mean to make his voice sound so desperate, but the words were out and he couldn’t do anything about it now. He now noticed she had stopped crying when he saw one single tear run out after he asked her his question. It was the first time he had made her cry that much and he promised himself that he would never let that happen again.

“That’s a stupid question, Luke,” she mumbled.

“Can you please answer my stupid question then?” A smile made its way onto his lips.

She remembered the times where she had spent time with her friends when he left and even though they hated Luke for the mistake he had made, they couldn’t associate that Luke to the Luke they knew now. He was caring, loving and ready to do anything for the girl he loved. She could clearly see how much he had changed over the last months, even Luke’s mom would tell her how mature he had become with her.

“Yes, I do love you,” she sighed.

Luke smiled and squeezed her hand.

“Good, we’re going home then,” he announced before he got out of the car so he could be the driver. He opened the door for her and she got out of the car, taking a moment to look at her boyfriend. “Asking for a kiss probably is a bit too much, but is a hug alright?”

She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck and didn’t miss a second to kiss him on the lips. The kiss wasn’t long, but Luke felt terribly lucky to have one when he deserved nothing. She stayed in his arms after their kiss and tears were still falling out of her eyes, she couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Don’t ever fuck up like this again,” she mumbled.

Baby I Can See Your Halo

Request: “ Can you do a Sam x reader where Sam wants to ask reader out but reader is an angel that is close to Cas and Cas gets protective? Thanks!!!!”

Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader

Warnings: lol dude its just fluff w a teensy bit of angst

A/n: this is my first time doing anybody’s point of view besides the readers yikes, be nice pls. also I had Halo by queen Bey on repeat writing this and I’m not even sorry about the title tbh

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

Sam’s POV

I walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Dean eating his usual eggs and bacon, but my heart almost did a 360 when I walked in. There was Cas and Y/N sitting there talking with Dean. I’d had a thing for Y/N for God only knows how long, and for some reason, she made me nervous. Like sweaty palms, teenage boy nervous. It might be because she’s a literal angel, but I think it was something even more than that. She was so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And almost no angels were ever funny. She really was perfect.

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Guard Dog. Dean x Reader

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

Request by @luvspnandphan : I have a request for a Dean x Reader based on the episode “Dog Dean Afternoon” where Dean starts being really protective and the reader then realises his feelings. Hope it’s not too much trouble!

WARNINGS: none.

Working cases with the Winchesters was always… intresting. Lets just say you were never bored. Between the angel, demons and other monsters there was never a dull moment. This case was no diffrent.

Of course when realising that the witnesses’ to strange murders were all of the canine variety the boys had instantly decided that it was a good idea to call Kevin and ask for a spell to help them comunicate. Obviously you said it was a bad idea but did either of them listen? No, of course they didn’t listen. When did they ever listen?

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I’m a 999 Police Emergency Dispatcher

by reddit user IndigoBlue14

I am a Communications Officer. When people dial 999 and ask for the police, I am the one they get through to. It’s tough, I’m not going to lie.

I wear a uniform. It’s like a police uniform, but blue. I don’t have a stab-vest because we work in an office. We sit at huge banks of desks in lines with supervisors standing at the end of every one. I have a headset with earpieces and a microphone, and a computer in front of me.

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Arrow Girl and Spider -Boy (PT 1)

Tom Holland x reader

Request by: anon


Prompt: “Hi Can you do one with Tom Holland in which the reader is the newest Avenger cast member on the set and they are both the same age? And all the older cast member totally ships Tom Holland and the reader together, much to her embarrassment. The reader is really shy and she doesn’t think Tom would like her and keeps denying her feelings. She thinks his type might be Zendaya, but he likes the reader? Maybe the cast members set them up together somewhere to make them confess. Thank you!!!!”


Interest: Tom Holland

Originally posted by castlewyvern


 Buzzfeed: What Is the Hollywood Actress (Y/N) (Y/L/N) Doing On the Set of Captain America: Civil War?

Three days ago, the young and beloved actress (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was reported to be seen on the set of the third Captain America titled movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s timeline in Leipzig, Germany. Whether she was just visiting known friend Elizabeth Olsen, who has reclaimed her role as the Scarlet Witch, or a part of the cast, it’s too early to tell. Follow us for more information on CA:CW and its cast!


“You’re kidding me,” you say to Elizabeth, setting your phone down after reading the short Buzzfeed article out loud. “How did they even find out I’m here?”


Elizabeth chuckles, unbothered, “They have their ways.”


“Yeah,” you huff. “Ways being nosy cameras and ruining surprises.”


“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Elizabeth reassures you. “They still don’t know you’re an actual part of our cast.”


“I know,” you sigh, pushing a hand through your hair.


“Olsen, (Y/L/N)! Get out here!”


“Come on,” Elizabeth says, taking your hands and pulling you up from the bed. “We’ve got work to do.”


Outside your trailer, the summer weather isn’t as bad as it was yesterday, less with the intensity of the sun and more with the warning of oncoming rain.


“(Y/L/N),” Joe Russo calls towards you, Robert Downey Jr at his side, “You’re with Holland for the fight scene.”


Elizabeth waggles her eyebrows at you, and you groan, feeling a blush rise to your face. Ever since you had met the clumsy Spider-Man actor last month, every single cast member, Team Cap, Iron Man, or not, had teased you about him seemingly every moment they got. He was definitely cute, and it was difficult to not find his company enjoyable – you would know since you spent four weeks trying to find any flaw in his personality. But, Tom Holland was a real life Peter Parker, sincere to his bones and goofy all the same, save the webs and Queens origin.


You pick up your quiver from the weapon’s rack, minding Hawkeye’s bow and Captain America’s shield as you reach for your own bow next.


“I can’t wait until everyone finds out you’re playing our Kate Bishop,” Elizabeth says as she straps the quiver to your back for you.


“If Buzzfeed ruins that surprise, I’ll shoot an arrow at their reporter,” you chuckle in response, snapping your bow as Joe walks over to you, a make-up specialist on his heels.


“You’re going to be recording part of your fight scene with Tom leaping and dodging your arrows around you,” Joe tells you as the make-up lady begins to put fake blood on your forehead. “Don’t actually shoot anything at him, even a dud. It could knock him off of his balance and do some serious damage.”


“Got you, Coach,” you reply lightheartedly.


Joe smiles, and pats your shoulder. “He’s going to have to punch you in the face though.”


Your own smile drops. “You’re kidding, right?”


“Well, he won’t be actually punching you in the face, but we’ll be recording it like he will,” Joe explains to you.


“He’s going to punch me in the face,” you reply flatly. “He’s about as coordinated as a blind owl.”


Joe chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve got this, and he already said that if he hits you, he’ll take you out to dinner.”


“Oh!” Elizabeth squeals. “I hope he punches you in the face!”


You turn and look at her, unimpressed, and she winks.


Shaking your head after the make-up specialist moves back, you run a hand through your half-way braid, further messing it up. “Let’s just get this over with.”



Fighting with Tom is more like playing a game of whack-a-mole since he ducks and dodges every fake punch you throw at him. He’d ‘stolen’ your bow moments ago with his webbing, flinging it across the airfield towards Chris, who was running along with Sebastian in the background, and apologizing while doing it.


“Look,” Tom says his lines, throwing his hands up as he lands on top of a few piled crates. “I don’t want to hurt you, because you’re a girl and all, but I have to help Mister Stark-”


“Can you shut up?” you cut him off, and throw one of your dud arrows at him, the shaft falling short and hitting the base of the boxes. In editing, the arrow will explode, but for now Tom screams on his own and falls from the top ungracefully, landing at your feet as the boxes are pulled back by lines.


You have to admit to yourself, you sounded more like moody T’Challa than the younger and female version of Hawkeye, but it was still funny getting to talk like this.


Tom pretends to struggle getting back onto his feet, and you roll your eyes, beginning to turn away with the script having you take Captain America’s and Bucky’s backs when Barnes gives you your bow back, but before you can do that, Tom’s ‘webs’ are supposed to grab you from behind. The line that’d been attached you before filming is yanked, and Tom catches you before it pulls you into the remains of the boxes, but his footing his wrong and you crash into each other, hitting the ground within seconds.


“Way to go, Spider-Boy,” you groan, having landed on top of him.


Since his face is covered in dots and not an actual mask, you can see him blush and realize his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.


“Sorry,” he says, and releases you from his grasp.


You stand up, offering him a hand up that he takes, and together you two face the incoming Russo brother and a few other cast members.


“Are you two okay?” Joe asks, inspecting your faces for serious damage.


“We’re okay,” you respond, rubbing your shoulder where Tom’s body didn’t protect you from the hard landing. “Tom took the brunt of it though.”


“I’m okay,” he assures Joe, holding his side. “Her belt just got me in the ribs.”


“Is that the first time?” Downey asks and Scarlett Johansson rolls her eyes at him.


“They’re kids, Robert,” Scar says to him.


“We’re nineteen,” you say in unison with Tom, and then look at him in surprise as Downey cracks up.


Joe sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Holland, (Y/L/N), I want you two to go over your lines for the rest of the film and recover from the fall, and someone find me Renner and Rudd.”


“Rudd’s sleeping,” Scar tells him, as Elizabeth steps up beside you, linking her arm in yours.


“How did his abs feel?” she asks quietly, and your jaw drops, smacking her in the shoulder as you blush.


“Liz!”


“I’m just asking!” she laughs, and runs off, leaving you standing with a strong blush beside Tom.


“Ready to go, partner?” he asks you, oblivious to Elizabeth’s question, and beginning to walk back in the direction of the ring of trailers the cast rested in between takes.


“Not your partner,” you say, walking alongside him. Farther away, Paul Bettany, Daniel Bruhl, and Don Cheadle are arguing, dressed in their costumes and showing their phones in each other’s faces.


“That’s not in our script later on,” Tom replies, and you look over at him to see he’s still holding his side, wincing.


“I’m sorry I fell on you,” you say, and he shrugs his shoulders, smiling at you.


“I can’t help that you’re falling for me,” he replies, starting to laugh, and you face-palm.


“I’m definitely not falling for you, Web-Head.”  

me and you got it deadlocked

aka the one where Justin’s the newest student at school and everyone places bets on who he’ll date first, Y/N just wants enough money to buy a whip, Khalil’s the ringleader, Hailey has beef with Chantel, Za feels very strongly about parking spaces, and they’re all rich seniors with too much time on their hands.

Clearly, this is a high school au where all your faves are students. The main focus, as always, is Y/N and Justin, but the squad does play a big role as well. This is just a nice way to celebrate me getting off my mini hiatus and hopefully beginning to post more frequently !! If you really liked this, let me know ‘cause I’ve never written anything like this before and I’m nervous as hell about posting it.

Justin’s texts are in italics and Y/N’s are in bold

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Smoulder Chapter 11

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Marinette slammed her phone onto the table, startling Nathaneal.

“Mari, everything ok?”

Her lips thinned until they almost disappeared, her brain had completely flat-lined. After a few seconds of stone-faced silence, she face-planted onto the desk, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips. Nathanael leaned over to peer at her screen. He chuckled.

“Huh. Looks like I get to say told-you-so to Alix,” he smiled to himself, returning to his work as Marinette sat bolt-upright. She hadn’t heard a word he’d said. A million questions flooded her mind, swirling like a vortex until she felt lightheaded. Her hands gripped the table, skin digging deep into the worn pine edges.

Why was Adrien sending her a direct message? He’d done it before, and it always threw her into panic-mode, but all he’d ever asked were questions about homework or school. He also had a habit of sending memes to people in a mass text. It was as endearing as it was annoying. She’d lost count of the amount of times she’d had a heart attack over what turned out to be nothing but a silly joke.

It’s probably another meme, it’s probably one of his mass texts, it’s nothing major…it’s definitely not because Adrien is secretly Chat Noir and he’s figured out I’m Ladybug. That would be totally insane. That’s never going to happen. Adrien isn’t Chat Noir. He isn’t.

Marinette repeated the mantra over and over in her head, aware that she was losing her mind, but unable to help the shiver that went straight through her. Trembling fingers reached for her phone. However, she left Adrien’s text unopened, deciding to consult the one person who she knew would help set her head right.

Marinette: Alya

No response. Marinette typed out another text. This time more forcibly, as if the added pressure of her fingers would increase the speed at which Alya replied.

Marinette: ALYA

After thirty seconds, Alya still hadn’t text her back, and Marinette was ready to hurl her phone into the sun.

Marinette: ALYA, either wake up or stop sexting your boyfriend for ONE SECOND! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!

At last, Alya responded.

Alya: I am doing neither of those things. I am a good and upstanding student
Alya: ;) ;) ;) what’s up?

Marinette: ALYA ADRIEN IS TEXTING ME! HE SENT ME A DM! I haven’t opened it yet I’m too scared to. What do I do?!??!?

Alya: ;) eyyy

Marinette: ALYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Alya: Ok ok calm down. We’ve been through this before xx
Alya: Just open the damn text. It’s Adrien. It’s not like he’s sent you a dick pic or anything. It’s probably just another meme.

Marinette let out a low whistling noise from the back of her throat, which sounded rather like a puppy being denied his favourite chew toy. Honestly, she was having trouble deciding who was more likely to kill her first. Would it be Adrien, Chat, Alya, or Hawkmoth?

She made a note to give Nino extra cookies from the bakery. He never put her through this. Nino was like her cuddly, supportive brother. But she couldn’t text him about this. Adrien was his best friend. It was bad enough Nino knew about her crush to begin with. She didn’t want to put him in the middle of things, or risk Adrien finding out how much she was freaking out over him.

Deciding to ignore the dick pic comment (and the mental images it entailed- the very bad but also very good, but also VERY BAD mental images), she instead focused on summoning her courage enough to open the text.

Fixing the phone with a stare so intense it could have melted the protective case, Marinette inhaled through her nose. So much for being a good, focused student (she made a vow to make the time up later, boys be damned she was NOT going to screw up her final grade).

Well, here goes nothing-

She opened the text from Adrien, her breath baited, arms pinned to her sides.

He’d sent her a photo of cute little otter. That was all. Just an otter. A very sweet otter, but an otter nonetheless. Its tiny paws covered its eyes and its head was dipped low, as if it were shy about something. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tempered with disappointment, and typed out a text to Alya.

Marinette: You were right. It was just a meme. I take it you got it too?

Alya: Nope. Guess it was a meme made specially for you ;) awwwww he likes you! See? I knew it! About time too cause I have SO many double date ideas planned you have no idea.

Marinette blushed, her heart racing as she went back to the image. In her haste to open the message, she’d missed the text at the bottom of the photo. A meme just for her? It was disgusting how happy that made her. Not for the first time did she consider seeking professional help. She was clearly out of her mind.

The text underneath the cute otter read: ‘Sorry I’m so otterly silly!’

Marinette puffed out her cheeks with the effort of trying not to laugh. At least now she knew why he’d sent her a direct message. To apologise again for the iced coffee on her shirt (which wasn’t going to stain thanks to her father who, after years of working in a bakery, was a master of removing various stains from clothes). It really wasn’t fair. He was too cute, making goofy puns, being gentlemanly and silly. She’d long ago decided to stop putting Adrien on a pedestal, during the first time she’d tried to forget her crush on him, and moments like this helped.

After all, she’d told him she liked dorks. She hadn’t been lying.

Humming to herself, pink tongue poking out in concentration, Marinette responded to Adrien’s text.

***

Five minutes.

It had been at least five minutes since Adrien had sent that text to her and she hadn’t responded yet.

Idiot, idiot, idiot! He cursed himself, you should have been sincere and offered up a proper apology instead of a joke- she probably doesn’t think you’re seriously sorry about ruining her shirt. Good one Agreste. Really top notch thinking there.

He tried concentrating on the tricky maths sum his teacher had given him, as an extension for finishing his other work, but it was impossible. The numbers and symbols switched places as he blinked heavily, focusing and unfocusing. He ran an irritated hand through his hair in frustration.

Truth be told he’d just wanted any excuse to talk to her. Marinette.

It could be her.

Marinette and Ladybug both went to his school. Both wanted to work in fashion. Both liked pink. Both were beautiful, smart, funny. Both had dark hair and blue eyes. There were a few other girls it could be, but his mind kept going back to her, and promptly melting into a puddle of goo when he recalled all of the kisses he’d shared with Ladybug.

…The idea that he could have been kissing Marinette.

Adrien felt heat rise in his cheeks and pressed his palms into them, squishing his face. He was thankful he’d had the foresight to hide in the back corner row of the class. At least there nobody could see the utter fool he was making of himself. No, only Marinette currently held that luxury.

Just as he was about to snap, and send a text apologising for his apology, his phone buzzed.

It was Marinette. She’d replied.

Adrien opened the text, bracing himself for the angry, the incredulous, the disappointed response. Really he deserved it.

Instead, she’d sent a photo of what looked like an adorable dolphin, but with a squishy face. A different type of dolphin-like animal maybe? It looked like it was smiling. Adrien frowned. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all. What did she mean by it?

His phone buzzed once more, another text from Marinette.

Marinette: That’s ok! I know you didn’t do it on porpoise ^_^

Adrien read the text. And re-read it. And read it again.

He slumped back in his seat, his face redder than ever. The phrase ‘soulmate’ popped into his mind.

Woah, calm down Agreste. You don’t know for certain that she’s Ladybug yet.

Adrien thought for a moment. He didn’t want to seem stupid. These texts mattered. Putting a road block on any fantasies of Marinette being Ladybug aside, he considered his next words carefully.

Adrien: Really? Well I’m turtley in debt to you anyway! I’ll buy you another iced coffee on the way to Nino’s, and Alya too!

The reply was almost instant.

Marinette: Really? Thank you! You don’t have to though. But owl be very grateful if you do!

SOULMATE ALERT, SOULMATE ALERT. CODE RED THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Adrien: Wow Mari, I didn’t know you were such a punster. I’m pheasantly surprised!

He hoped he sounded casual in his responses, considering all he wanted to do was roll around on the floor and scream. Much like one of the fangirls who’d tried to mug him that summer he spent in Italy. Adrien’s cheeks were beginning to ache from how hard he was smiling, but he couldn’t rid himself of it if he tried.

He wasn’t accounting for Marinette’s response.

Marinette: Maybe there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.

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Dreaming about a Reality

“Are you ready?”
I looked up to see Shane staring at me, his eyes filled with excitement and a grin you couldn’t even slap off his face. Looking at me as though these are the last hours we have to breathe and this was our last shot to go out with a bang.
“Yeah!” I said with fake excitement and a forced smile, but even I could still hear my voice shake. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink the past two nights. Hoping that when the reality of this moment finally set in my sleep deprivation would hit me like a bunch of bricks so Shane and everyone else would notice early enough to not make me go on. But it was though all the blood in body was replaced with caffeine and espresso shots, I felt as though I could run around the block about thirty times and then another thirty more. My mind was on high alert, noticing every little detail within feet of me and my focus too high strung. Recollecting the second we walked through the door and I noticed he was here. Sitting in the middle of the crowd with his friends… and her. His new prized girlfriend, or side piece, or slam piece, whoever she was he paraded her around as though she was the greatest thing to walk this earth. That’s who he was though. If you were going to be affiliated with him you needed to benefit his image. In shorter terms you were an accessory. Everything you did had to be perfect. Everywhere you went you had to look perfect. Because there was no Mr.Perfect without Mrs.Perfect. After a while it seems so “perfect” you actually convince yourself it is. Until of course you wake up and realize that “perfect fantasy” is actually a living fucking nightmare. The fake imitation starts to fade and all the lies hit you like a speed train, sending you into a total loss of identity, confusion, and sadness. When people tell you theres no such thing as perfect, head their words, because they are completely right.
“We’re all set up Leighton, they’re announcing us now”
All of the sudden my heart dropped and my feet were tied to the floor. What am I doing? Why would I ever think I could do this? Is it too late to run? It was too late.
“And next we have Leighton Masters and Bringing Back Today!”
Shit. Why was my name separate? Oh yeah that’s right I was the idiot that volunteered myself to tryout for this stupid spot and of course I got it. I didn’t even think I was that good. I did Chorus in high school and a few Acapella performances but it was either that or drama, never have I thought years later I would chose to throw myself on stage to have a crowd nitpick at my no experience entertainer skills. They’re going to rip me apart…
Luckily Rae helped me look the part. My confidently edgy, smart mouthed, vicious, beautiful best friend turning me into one of her pinterest masterpieces. Dark black skinny jeans with rips and holes down the front, black and maroon combat boots folded down around my mid-calf, a bright magenta sleeveless halter with the classic black leather jacket over top. My hair was lightly curled towards the ends in order to compliment the new dark to platinum ombre on the freshly chopped shoulder length hair. Who knew how much of a difference 10 inches can make you look. I was the complete alternative rocker. Only thing missing…the fact I was nowhere near in personality or in spirit a rocker chick. When I started to walk towards the mic the faces looking back at me gave a reassuring look. My style must of convinced them that I knew what I was doing, and they were ready for a show. And oh a show it was going to be…
I kept walking slowly towards the mic, looking down at the floor praying at this moment that the world would spontaneously combust, or just me. Unfortunately neither happened. When I reached the front of the stage I put my hands on the stand and looked up at the crowd. Of course the first pair of eyes I lock with are his. It was such a confused stare, as though he was asking me what the fuck I was doing up there and why the hell did I look like that. Mr. Perfect had no idea. But that’s not a surprise, he never did. For years he acted as though he knew who I was when I was still searching for myself. Hovering over my decisions, lecturing me on what was right and what was wrong, when he was only a couple years older than I. His friends all stared in disbelief, as though I died and was reincarnated by a taller, blonde, Avril Lavigne look alike. None of them had any idea either. Funny thing is if I was still enclosed in that cult none of them still would have known, no matter how many years would have passed. Because in there, its all about image, how you looked, agreeing with all of them, disbanding anything they didn’t agree with, even if it was apart of who you are, you had to get rid of it for them. And that fueled my fire. All the lies, all the rumors, all the shit talking. And I never retaliated. I sat back receiving every cruel word and sentence that came out of their mouths. But tonight I’m fighting back, tonight is my response to every time consuming breath they have spent talking shit about me. I stared back into all their faces, meeting with every single pair of baffled eyes with a stiff rigid look that basically said You guys can go fuck yourself.
“Hey everybody and thank you for having us and I especially want to thank Shane for letting me be a guest with his band in performing tonight. Before we play I just want to express the value of this song to me.“ I took a breath, my heart was beating so hard it was ringing through my ears. I felt as though if I didn’t slow down or just stop talking overall I would be face down into the bottom of the stage floor. I looked up and met those eyes again. It was as though he was commanding me to not dare say one word about him or what he did. How childish he has been for such a “man” and that the pedestal he puts himself on is actually not that high up from the ground. I wasn’t going to say his name, exactly what he did, or how awful of a person he has been. But every sentence that is going to be said from my mouth will be referencing to the inferior Mr.Perfect. Hopefully he isn’t too stupid to be able to put that together.
“Not too long ago I hit rock bottom. I thought I had everything planned out, everything set for me, and worst of all I convinced myself I was happy when I was not. When I realized the life I was living was not what I wanted I did a complete 360. Yes I cut off all my hair, I colored it a different way, I changed all my clothes, and I know about none of you here knew I even could sing.“ Most of the crowd went into a loud giggling. Whispering to one another and looking back up at me, analyzing head to toe my newfound image. “But that’s not the best part” I created a pause. It seemed as though the past 4 years of my life played back over and over in my head. The girl who I used to call myself was standing in front of me, staring in complete disbelief. Never did she think that I am her and she was me. Her stare scared me but then she broke into a smile. A tear rolled down from her eye to her cheek and she whispered two words before she turned away. Thank you.
“The best part is that I found myself, I found my happiness”.
I looked over to the right of the stage by the bar to see Brysen and Rae standing up clapping for me. The ones who not only picked me up but physically pushed me up onto this stage. And as much as I hated them for it I couldn’t help but love them more than anything. Brysen pointed at me and flashed his perfect smile he knew I loved so much. I met him when I was at my worst and he has brought me to my best. Making me his princess regardless of how I broken I was, how imperfect I am, and how weak I felt. We were two imperfectly perfect souls intertwined with one another within the short amount of time we have fallen into each others lives. But not only was he special but he was mine. I smiled and blew them both a kiss. Then the lights dimmed and my heart dropped, Shane started strumming and the track began to play.
Here we go.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I open my eyes looking down onto the treadmill. I regained the feeling of reality as the sweat on my t-shirt was cooling down my stomach and the beads of sweat running down my face were seeping into my headphones. 5 miles and 35 minutes. My legs were a little shaky as I slowed the speed to a walking pace but the adrenaline still coursing through my body could push me for another 3 miles. Not today. I hopped off and made my way towards the fountain, remembering what happened the last time I ran too far into my thoughts. Literally. I looked down at my phone pausing the song halfway through and I smiled.
“One day” I thought. One day