look you can kind of see his freckles

When galaxies collide

AN: I wrote this some time ago and felt like sharing it because it’s not too bad. While reading, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so  excuse any possible mistakes.


The way he looks at me is irritating.

His eyes never seem to leave me. They’re following me through the room, a solid blue wall. Blue as crayons. They’re extraordinarily ordinary.

I try not to let him notice how he unnerves me. I try to ignore him and his stupidly blue eyes. His tawny skin and his unruly curls. Everything about him is golden and so bright that it looks like he belongs in space. Somewhere far away. Definitely not here.


This boy looks like he belongs to another planet. His skin is an indescribable mixture of reds and browns and it shimmers like pixie dust. His hair is dark and way longer than mine and it falls over his shoulders, framing his face, making it look at least a bit softer. Because his cheekbones are sharp and his eyes are hard and he scowls all the time.

He should make me feel uncomfortable. I should be scared by him.

But I’m not.

He seems to be drawing me in. I can’t stop watching him, how he moves around. He talks to no one and no one talks to him. Does he feel alone? It seems like there are galaxies between me and him.


I finally know where he belongs. He’s the sun that is missing in the galaxy I call my life. He completes my very own sun-system. He still hasn’t stopped looking at me.

And when I hear people slowly leaving the room, I decide that I should be brave once in my life.

I turn and look at him. Right into his ridiculously blue eyes.

My breath catches and for a moment, he is all that I can see. He’s the centre of my everything. He’s every nice thing I can think of.

But then he looks away and the moment is broken.


His grey eyes seem to have unsettled something deep inside of me. Something I was afraid do wake, something I never wanted to think about. He’s still holding my gaze and it hurts, looking at his face hurts. It makes me think of how much I want to talk to him, screw his intimidating looks.

So I break the eye-contact.

Then I stand up.

And start to make my way towards him.


Within seconds he’s in front of me, making my stomach turn. I can’t name the look on his face. Is he angry because I stared at him? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s angry?

But then he interrupts my thoughts by saying: “You don’t talk to anyone.”

It surprises me. It’s not even a question, it’s a simple statement. What am I supposed to answer to this? I don’t want to scare him away, he’s even more beautiful up close.

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

Oh great.


He spits out a rude answer, but I can’t really blame him, since my question was probably the least eloquent thing I could have said.

“Well,” I stutter, trying to regain my composure. “I just wanted to ask if I could sit with you.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and I hope that he’ll say yes.


This boy is going to be the death of me. Now that he’s standing right in front of me, I can see that his face is sprinkled with tiny freckles. There’s an edge of one of his teeth missing, which makes him look way younger. He’s making me feel sick. But the good kind.

He asked if he could sit with me and if I weren’t so absolutely incompatible with human beings, I would have said yes by now. But I still haven’t answered his question and he’s still looking up at me with his blue eyes, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

Before I can think to much about this, I feel my mouth opening.


“If you insist,” he mumbles and for a moment, I’m worried that he’s irritated by me and is just surrendering because he wants me to stop talking. But then he shoots me a half-smile and it feels like gravity has lost its hold on me.

I smile back at him, already planning to tell Penny all of this as soon as I enter our flat. Although he seemed so far away at first, almost like he lived on another planet, I can’t feel the galaxies dividing us any more. Now we’re circling around each other. As if he’s as focused on me as I am on him.

But then he frowns.


He beams at me and I can’t help but try to memorize all of his expression, in case I’m not seeing it again. Or at least, not directed at me.

We’re both silent for a moment, standing in the middle of the empty room and staring at each other. Then I remember that I don’t even know his name.

His face falls when I stop smiling and I immediately want to comfort him, tell him that I didn’t change my mind, that I’m just thinking, but I’m not exactly known to be empathic in public.

“What’s your name?”, I ask, cringing internally at how emotionless my voice sounds.

He relaxes, ruffling his curls as his smile returns.

“Simon. Simon Snow.”

Oh well, at least we both have ridiculous names.


He grins when he hears my name, and I immediately feel self-conscious. My name is one of the things I will never not be embarrassed about.

I have already opened my mouth to say something when he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry, I’m not making fun of you. Would be a bit hypocritical if you consider that my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. You can call me Baz though.”

I snort, feeling relieved. His name is as extraordinary as he is and even though there’s no way I’m going to remember all of it, I still like it. It sort of fits him.


My stomach does a somersault when Simon says, “We match, I guess.”.

We do not match, we absolutely don’t. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Love Is Gross and You Disgust Me

Summary: or the five times Phil tries to get Dan to go out with him, and the one time he gets it right.

A/N: waaaaayyyy late valentines day fic but shshhshshshhh and enjoy some way sappy dorks being in love (it’s also teen!phan bc there just isn’t enough in the world tbh)

Word Count: 3333 

Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one; this is all fiction.

TW: none i think


“Daniel!” Phil practically sings the boy’s name and plops himself in the seat next to him, smiling so wide, his eyes are nearly closed behind his thick framed glasses.

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Philip wakes up on his side, face to face with Lukas. The remnants of his dream are still clinging to him, but the point of it is slowly dwindling to a small pinprick in his mind. He just remembers a blue haze, rain, Lukas’s hands on him. He can’t remember where they were or what they were doing, but now that he’s awake he can feel the fire-branded kisses Lukas left all over his body the night before. They bled over into the dream and now the dream is fading into the core of his chest, the blue imagery transposed over memories and sending a chill through him.

Lukas’s eyes are closed but Philip can tell the smile on his face means he’s awake.

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anonymous asked:

Could we please get some headcannons on how RID15 Thunderhoof, Chopshop and starscream would be with a human s/o?

I got to Starscream and was punched in the face by FEELINGS


  • When you ride on his shoulder he puffs his chest out more, walks taller, talks bigger. 
  • He’s very affectionate with you. When he pulls back from kissing you he smiles like a total goof and looks at you with goo-goo eyes. 
  • Thunderhoof loves pet names. “Babydoll, Sweetheart, Sweetcheeks, etc.” 
  • He’s always showing off for you. Pumping iron, sparring, ramming his antlers… yeah, you don’t understand that last one, but it is kinda cute.
  • You’re treated like royalty. He goes all-out for dates, brings you flowers, gets you beautiful jewelry. Nothing’s too good for his Darling.

Chop Shop 

  • Hear me out- Cuddle bug piles. All of you snuggled up in a blanket nest.
  • He’d really rather you not go with him when he’s stealing energon. You’re tiny and could easily get lost in the fray if something were to happen.
  • He shows you how to pick-pocket and pick locks. Look at his lil thief- he’s so proud. 
  • Speaking of thievery, you get a lot of gifts when he comes back from a heist. 


  • Poor baby has been abused, lost his way, and is at an all-time low. Then he meets you and it’s like finally, finally, the universe has given him something good.
  • He realizes that he hasn’t been the best person, and when he looks at you he vows to himself to do better. He knows he can never be the kind of person you deserve, no one can, but he’s going to try his best.
  • He likes to call you “Light of my life”
  • Goodness gracious this boy cherishes you. He showers you with kisses and takes you flying at sunset, high up where peach clouds are fading to powder blue and stars freckle the sky.
  • When you have to get up early he wakes you up by saying “Good morning, love. The sun came out to see you.”

anonymous asked:

Jikook for "you look beautiful in the moonlight.”????

Jungkook watches as the deep royal blue of the ocean recedes into its rightful complacency in the lull of the night from the sandy shore, shimmering blindingly as the moonlight reflected off against the surface like a chatoyant gem. 

“Why are we here again?” Jimin asks beside him as he leans back on his palms, watching the peaceful scenery of the solitary beach with him underneath the midsummer night sky, their legs hanging over the edge of the cliff. 

“I like to come here often and reflect about things. It’s got the most amazing view during night time and I wanted to show it to you.” Jungkook shyly admits, “You’re the first person I’ve ever shared this spot with.” 

“Oh.” His expression softens and his lips ply into an easy, gentle smile, “I see.” He looks ahead again, his eyes scintillating with a nicety of soft charm and to Jungkook, it’s as though his eyes held the entire vastness of the ocean in them, layered with all kinds of beauty and inscrutable depths that Jungkook liked to explore. “I’m glad you showed this place to me, Jungkook. It really is beautiful. And special, too.” 

But it’s not as special as him, is what Jungkook thought. Among the calm hush of the waves and underneath the radiance of the moonlight that rose with elegance, it looked as though the light of the glowing orb wrapped itself around Jimin, embracing his feathery features; shaping the contours of his face and illuminating his starry eyes. Jungkook can see the faint supernova of freckles splayed across his cheeks, noticeable to the eye if one squints closely. He’s all the more reminded of Jimin’s quiet beauty. His heart beats with a tranquil rhythm at this inconceivable reality: he’s mine. He’s really mine.

“What?” Jimin laughs softly when he catches Jungkook staring at him. “Is there something on my face? Seriously,” He erupts into shy giggles when Jungkook merely shrugs with a persistent smile tugging at his lips, “tell me. What is it?” 

“You look beautiful in the moonlight,” Jungkook finally confesses, albeit bashfully as he keeps his gaze on the ocean, hoping that the airy nightfall would mask the rosiness of his warm cheeks. 

“Only in the moonlight?” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and Jungkook laughs. 

“No. You - you always look beautiful. You always are beautiful, in and out.” Jungkook says and he watches with a warm heart as Jimin smiles widely at him that make his eyes curve daintily, a lustrous reminiscent of crescent moons. And there, his breath hitches in surprise as Jimin leans forward and connects his soft lips with his. It was a sweet and pure kiss that conveyed more love than lust and there’s sparks in Jungkook’s chest that leaves him longing for more as Jimin slowly pulls away. 

“You’re such a sap.” Jimin leans his head against his shoulder and sighs contentedly, “But it’s one of the many endearing qualities about you that I love.”

And there were a plenitude of qualities that Jungkook loves about him - that Jungkook loves him to the ocean, beyond the ocean and to the moon and back, but sometimes, he didn’t need to say those three words in order to tell him that he does because Jimin already knows. He always knows. 

So, Jungkook smiles in response and leans the side of his face against the top of Jimin’s head, and watches the ocean with him. 

Felt by the Heart

Summary: Dan is blind and has been since he was only three. He hates that he can’t see and feels like life is going nowhere for him, until one day, fate steps in.

Warnings: Blindness, self hate, sadness.

Dan Howell. The name was quite familiar in the small town that he lived in. Everyone, even kids, knew that he couldn’t see and waited on him hand and foot; walking him across the street, telling him where something is, handing him his food, he never had to do anything for himself. And he hated it, he absolutely loathed that he was treated like a little kid, not a twenty three year old. What was the point in life when you never got to do anything with it?

The brunette sighed and shook his head as he walked into his favorite coffee shop, run by his best friend since he was only five; Samantha. On his first day of school, she was the only one who didn’t avoid him or constantly wave her hands in front of his face. She always stood up for him in school and she still does, Samantha was very overprotective of Dan; but she didn’t treat him like a child.

“Hey Dan, the usual?” She asked when she saw Dan walk in.

Dan smiled and nodded, “Yes please, oh, and a blueberry muffin, I haven’t had one in awhile.” He said softly. Dan walked over to the counter, touching the wall to make sure that he was in the correct place.

Samantha began to make Dan’s coffee, talking excitedly about the changes in the weather. Dan loved listening to his friend talk about Spring; her favorite season. She was so passionate about it and could talk about it for hours on end. Samantha always described everything that she loved about Spring in great detail, telling Dan how each flower looked and how the trees, sky and grass looked. He loved it. Even though he couldn’t see it, Spring was his favorite season too.  

When Samantha finished Dan’s drink, she handed it to him and took his money, giving him his change back. Dan smiled and put his wallet back into his pocket along with his phone.

“Thank you” Dan told her, turning around and walking forward, right into someone. He felt liquid hit him and heard a fall before he fell on top of that person as well. Dan blushed darkly and tried to stutter out an apology, but before he could-

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You got in his way, everyone knows that Dan is blind! Do you have a fucking brain in your head?” Samantha nearly yelled angrily at the person who Dan had run into.

Though Dan couldn’t see, he could just imagine how terrified and upset the person must’ve been. The person was probably already flustered, and Samantha was only making it worse. Dan sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry about my friend… she’s just overprotective. And I’m sorry I ran into you, I’ll buy you a new drink if you want.” Dan whispered, just hoping that the person hadn’t left or walked away.

For a moment, Dan began to fear that the person had left and he was talking to no one. Sure, it had happened before, but that didn’t make any less embarrassing. The brunette just wanted to go home, snuggle into his blankets and turn up his music as high as it would go. It seemed to be the only thing that calmed him down these days.

Suddenly and unfamiliar voice came towards Dan, “It’s alright, I’m sorry that I didn’t watch where I was going. I’m new in town, I’m living here for a few years, I needed a break from the big city life.”

The voice was that of an angel in Dan’s opinion. It was strong yet soft at the same time and had a very light Northern accent; most people wouldn’t really notice it, but Dan, who relied almost solely on his ears, did.

Dan couldn’t help but grin at the voice, “It’s okay, I may be blind but I’m not helpless, most people in town seem to think that I am. Anyways, at least you got a nice welcome, the town’s blind man ran right into you.” He chuckled.

Phil chuckled at Dan’s words, “It is a very nice welcome actually, I got to meet an amazing guy. Wanna sit with me for a bit?” He asked, hope lingering in his voice.

The brunette felt his heart flutter at the mystery man’s words. Someone, a man, wanted to talk to Dan? Not because he pitied him, but because Dan was “amazing”?

“Um, yeah, I’d like that.” Dan smiled, blushing when he felt a large, soft hand take his and lead him to a booth.

Dan felt nervous, but not in a bad way. He felt kind of excited, like a kid on the way to a theme park or an adult heading to a first date. His palms were a bit sweaty and the smile refused to leave his face; he probably looked like a complete idiot, but for once, he just didn’t care.

“So… I’m Dan” He whispered softly, unsure of what to say.

The voice chuckled, “And I’m Phil, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Phil… the name had a really nice ring to it. It was simple, but seemed to somehow tell a story, maybe it was the man’s voice, the way he spoke his name as if it wasn’t just what he was called, but something that was him. Dan smiled and played with his hands underneath the table, unsure of what to say next.

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Last Flight Home

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Prompt: stuck-in-an-airport-because-the-flights-were-SO-VERY-delayed-and-it’s-like-two-am AU
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 764
Warnings: language
A/N: Here’s the one shot that won the prompt voting! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)

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Prompt from @msarahv​: Castiel is sacked from his job and finds himself outside, holding his office stuff in a box. He’s all depressed as he wonders how he’ll feed his kid sister, when a stranger parks his car and come comfort him. In the end, Destiel + Sam hires Cas as his assistant. This got so much longer than I intended. 1.4k

The cardboard box in his hands grew soggy and flexed beneath his palms, unlikely to survive the half-mile walk from his former office to the house he rented on Ohio Avenue. The least his former employers could’ve done was offer him a trash bag to cover it, but the security guard had stood adjacent to his desk while Castiel furiously scraped the personal contents of each drawer into the single box that had been thrust at his chest, then escorted him to the sidewalk. No warning, no curious co-workers watching him – Castiel had returned from his lunch hour to find the office vacated, senior partner Zachariah Adler waiting next to his desk with a pleasant expression and a termination notice, effective immediately.

Downsizing, Zachariah had explained, meaty hands folded on his lap. A necessary staff reduction. He promised Castiel an excellent reference and wished him good luck. With a stiff jaw, Castiel had bit back what he really thought of Zachariah’s well wishes and refrained from clocking him in the face.

He hurried at a pace just short of a run, shaking with anger and with cold – of all the days for his car to be in the shop. The wind picked up, blowing the rain sideways, and soaked his pants. His overcoat slapped heavily against his legs as he went, head bowed, blinking every second to keep his eyes clear. His desk plant, a rescue he’d nursed by fluorescent light, tickled his chin as he went.

He should’ve called a cab, but he needed every dollar for rent, the local service was questionable, and Hannah would need new books again soon.

It was just rain. He’d dry off once he got inside.

He cursed when the bottom of the box gave out three blocks from his house, and stood looking down on the water-logged contents scattered on the sidewalk. None of the items held much value, but he knelt in a puddle to retrieve them, putting the engraved pen (a graduation gift from his brother Michael) in his pocket and balancing the ruined pictures on top of his books, held in the crook of both arms. He’d never get the plant home. He left it on the sidewalk, among the ruins of the cardboard box, and hoped it would still be there tomorrow once the rain had stopped.

A few cars passed him, politely arcing their path to spare him the spray off their tires, but that couldn’t be said about the driver of a black car that peeled past and sent a wave of water up Castiel’s back.

Today was an abomination. 

Seething, he clutched the books tight to his chest and bit out, “Assbutt!” at the car, though he knew perfectly well the driver couldn’t hear him, probably hadn’t seen him, wasn’t aware what he’d just done. And that thought, knowing Castiel was expendable, disposable, invisible, was the proverbial straw and Castiel the broken camel, trudging through a rainstorm.

The car stopped just shy of the intersection, tail-lights pulsing momentarily red before the reverse lights came on bright, and the car pulled alongside him.

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The Family Business

Summary: When a handsome stranger came into your modest coffee shop, you never expected to hit it off so quickly.

Words: 1,702

Dean x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: This is written for @balthazars-muse’s Dean’s Flavor Of The Month star sign thing! I’m a Virgo, so I got Coconut Creme Pie to work with… Virgo Strength Keywords: - Analytical - Observant - Helpful - Reliable - Precise

Your name: submit What is this?

You noticed them as soon as they walked into your store.

Well, you noticed him first.

And then you noticed the equally attractive and even taller guy come in after and sit opposite him at a table entirely too small for the two of them.

Great, you thought, continuing to clean down the coffee machine, Taken and gay. Just my luck.

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Never Been Kissed Part 3

Summery: Reader takes Dean to the hospital to fix his leg, this takes Dr. Sexy to a whole new level.

Warnings: none

Word count:1,785

A/N: for anyone who needs a refresher here is part one and part two

Anonymous asked: Okay so I just got the chance to read part 2 to never Been kissed!!! And omg I’m dead, I’m dying because of the fluffyness and it’s beautiful and I love the innuendos!! Thank you for writing that! I really love how you wrote that! And if you haven’t gotten to far on part 3 (which I’m dying to read!) could you include like some jealous!Dean? Maybe at the hospital and the doctor is the one hitting on her! However you would like to(: I LOVE U! YOURE AMAZING❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous asked: Okay so please make a part 3 of Never Been Kissed. And Jane is taking care of Dean at the bunker and hospital and never leaves. And could something happen where she has to perform the surgery? That might be too much but oh well! And then a bunch of awkward fluff from her and Dean when he gets back to the bunker, and Dean is all “you’re too good for me.” But then she just says “I actually think you’re to good for me, I don’t deserve someone like you.” But she was just being truthful!?❤️  

This is so long over due, but here it is, Never Been Kissed Part Three

What was it about the hospital that Dean hated so much? He was use to going to hospitals to interview patients or talk to the staff members about their ‘case’, so what was it about being the patient that freaked him out so much.

You had called for Cas but it seemed the angel wasn’t taking any calls as of late, that only meant that Dean was going to the hospital whether he liked it or not. Apparently he favored not.

“Dean I swear if you do not get your ass in that car I will-”

“Will what? Break my leg?” Dean muttered bitterly as he limped to the car, Sam supporting most of his weight.

You ran to the drivers side and hopped in, waiting for Sam to put Dean in the back before he climbed into the passenger side.

“I’m fine.” Dean said through gritted teeth, his winching and cringing was not helping sell his case.

“Dean, its just the hospital-” you started but quickly stopped when you saw Sam shaking his head. Your eyebrows knit together, confusion taking over your features. You would discuss this later.

It wasn’t long before the hospital was in view and you were pulling into the parking lot.

“Y/N you cant leave me.” Dean said, grabbing your arm to stop you from climbing out of the car.

You looked back to see Dean’s wide green eyes, he swallowed dryly.

“Dean, I’ll be in the waiting room-”

“No, Y/N I need you in there, I need you in the operating room-” Dean pleaded as he squeezed your shoulder, his green eyes watching you carefully.

“Dean how the hell am I suppose to swing that? They don’t just let anyone in the room”

Dean could already see the wheels turning in your head and he smiled.

“You’ll figure it out.” he said with a smirk.

“Sam, get Dean…and is my bag still in the back?”

You walked into the hospital with Sam and Dean trailing behind you, the lights were harsh and made Dean look pale… or that was the blood loss.

“I need this man in a wheel chair and on his way to surgery stat!” you yelled, your lab coat with fake credentials fluttering as you stormed to the front desk.

“And who are you?” the nurse asked as she readjusted her glasses.

You tried to look annoyed “Dr. Jett and I need this man on general anesthesia and in the surgery room now!” Maybe you sounded too harsh because the nurse seemed to go wide eyed before scampering off.

A few moments later she came back with the surgeon and a wheel chair.

“I m going to need you to fill this out” the nurse said as she handed you the clip board. You handed it off to Sam who had helped Dean into the wheelchair much to his protests.

“I request to be in the operating room with Dean-”

“No, no-”

“Excuse me, but this is my patient, you’re just lucky you were the first hospital we stumbled into-” you took a step towards the surgeon “So I expect your full cooperation.“

You thanked every god that you could think of, sending silent prayers as you followed the surgeon to the surgery room.

“You’ll be with me the whole time, right?” Dean whispered.

“Where else would I be?”

Dean chuckled softly.

“We need to take you into the x-ray room and start you on antibiotics-” the surgeon started but was quickly cut off by Dean’s panicked voice.

“What? Why?”

“Dean, its okay,” you soothed “We just need to see how bad the fracture is, the antibiotics are for infection.”


“Dean, have you have a tetanus shot in the last five years?” you questioned as you looked at him, he seemed confused.

“I’ll take that as a no, he’s gonna need a tetanus shot as well.”

The nurse nodded and bounded off while you walked to the x-ray room.

“Okay Dean, are you ready?”

The room was bright, you hated to see Dean on the operating table, his eyes were closed but there was still a pained expression on his face that made things ten times worse.

“Listen, you can realign the bones, but I’m stitching him up.” you demanded, folding your arms across your chest and holding your head high to mask how nervous you felt.

The surgeon, Dr. David, looked at you, considering his options with a smirk. Dr. David wasn’t that bad looking if you were being honest, he had light brown hair that matched his brown eyes and a scruffy face with an amazing jaw line, not to mention dimples when he smiled. He kind of reminded you of Dean in a way. But he didn’t have freckles. You loved freckles.

“Alright, I would love to see your work.”

His was soft and his eyes light up the way deans did when he tried to flit with you.You were just glad he didn’t ask you to set the bones in place.

You had never set bones before. Sure you had popped them back into place, but setting bones was completely different, they used pins and screws and metal wires to hold the bones in place. Soon it was time to stitch him up.

You blew out a long breath, willing your hands to steady themselves. They didn’t.

“Okay Dr. Jett, you’re up.” Dr. David said with a not-no-surprising pearly white smile.

“Thank you.” you mumbled.

[Dean s POV]

My head was fuzzy and I swear I could hear someone laughing. I tried to open my eyes but.. They just.. wouldn’t budge!

“Dean?” a soft voice whispered, stroking my hair back affectionately.

“Mmmh.” I sighed, finally managing to open my eyes slowly.

Y/N stood in front of me, she was a bit fuzzy at first, but eventually that cleared and I broke out into a smile.

“Hi.” I mumbled which caused her to laugh. God I loved that laugh.

That’s when I noticed the man standing behind her. He was a little too close for comfort and I tried to sit up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dean you have to sit back.” Y/N said as she placed her hand on my chest to push me back.

“Dean, you’re still a little groggy and you’re gonna need your rest.” the man behind Y/N said as he rested his hands on her shoulder. Y/N didn’t seem to notice. Of course she wouldn’t, she’s Y/N.

“Hey.” I muttered swiping at his hands.


Dean was still so sleepy it was adorable, you watched as he swatted at Dr. David’s hand on your shoulder

“Off.” he mumbled finally getting Dr. David to step back.

“You need to rest Dean-”

“You wont leave will you?” he said, voice just barely above a whisper.

“Of course I wont.” you said pushing his hair back and rubbing your thumb across his cheek as you watched his eyes close and his face relax.

It was a few hours before Dean woke again, you had stayed the whole time despite Sam’s protests. You promised you wouldn’t leave, so you didn’t.

“Hey Dean, how ya feeling?” Dr. David said as he walked into the room with a clip board.

“Like I have a broken leg.” Dean muttered as he watched Dr. David carefully. Dean didn’t like the way he looked at you.

“Hey doc, wanna focus your attention back here.” he said as he snapped his fingers.

“Um right, of course. Now do you feel any pain?”

“Nothing I cant handle.” Dean said with a bit more attitude than needed.

“Right, now Y/N-” Dr. David started but was cut off by Dean.

“On a first name bases huh doc?” Dean questioned, eyes narrowing as he subconsciously shifted closer to you.

“Dean-” you warned, hand reaching out to rest on his forearm

“Dr. Jett requested that you go home today, I think that’s a bad idea-”

“Hey, doctors orders.” Dean cut in, making a move to stand up but you pushed him back down.

“But-” you continued for Dr. David “we think its best that you stay for a little longer before you go.”

“Oh come on! Look, I just wanna go home and relax. Is that too much to ask?” Dean complained looking at you for support. You weren’t gonna give it, not when you were dealing with an injured Dean.

“I’m sorry, but both Y/n- ahem… Dr. Jett and I, agree that you should stay for a few more hours,” Dr. David looked over at you “Would you like to accompany me to the cafeteria? I hear they’re serving turkey sandwiches.”

You hadn’t notice just how hungry you were until food had been mentioned. Your stomach practically growled for it.

“Food would be good right now, I’ll bring you back one in a minute, okay Dean?” you said as you patted his hand.

“No wait! I’ll come with you!” he shouted trying to stand.

“Dean, I’ll only be a few minutes, beside Sam should be back any second.”

Dean started to panic. You were too innocent, you wouldn’t realize that Dr. Dumbass was totally trying to get into your pants, what if he tried to force himself on you? What if Dean wasn’t there to stop him?

Deans train of thought quickly spiraled down, he couldn’t lose you to Dr. Dumbass with his perfectly white teeth and his smooth, scar-free skin. Seriously how was his skin so…. perfect!

Dean felt like he was going to throw up.
“No, I’m coming with you.” Dean swung his leg out of bed and ripped the IV lines out of his arm.

“Dean!” you yelled stalking over to him and swatting his hands away.

“Y/n, I’m coming.” Dean demanded.

“Dean. Get. Back. In. Bed.”

“Whoa, save it for the bedroom.” Dean chuckled as he, reluctantly, eased back into bed with your help.”

“Save what for the bedroom, I don’t have anything.“

Dean made a point of rolling his eyes before you walked out. You didn’t think much of Dr. David placing his hand on the small of your back, but Dean sure did. And just like you said, a few seconds later Sam walked in.

“Sam, get me a wheelchair, I need to go to the cafeteria”

5 works of art that were definitely commissioned after the zombie apocalypse

(from this. yep, i filled my own prompt. that said, i continue to hunger for other people’s thoughts on the topic!)


Even before the end of the world came about and made darkrooms and digital cameras a thing of the past, Sam Yao used to sometimes pay people to draw stuff for him. Not often, just when he had a bit of extra cash, or (before flunking out of engineering school became an intentional project) when he got a bad grade and needed a pick-me-up.

He’d shell out some money on Paypal and in exchange he’d get—well, whatever he thought might make him smile. His friends as superheroes. Dr. Who in-jokes. Aquaman defeating Batman. (Rooting for the underdog was bound to pay off eventually, he figured.) Dinosaurs wearing hats.

Now, nobody’s got a cameraphone and everybody wants an image they can hold in their hands, a memento of the people they care about, something to look at other than the walls of their own tent or shack or the scenes that play out when they close their eyes.

Sam probably leads the charge, in terms of the sheer number of paintings and sketches he commissions. He has access to more information that the average Abeler, so he’s in a position to negotiate decent payment, and he’s in need of a pick-me-up pretty much every day of his life.

Six months into his stay at Abel, there is an entire wall of the comm shack covered in sketches of dinosaurs wearing hats. By then, Sam’s spent enough time stress-doodling in the margins of his notebook to manage some decent dinosaurs of his own, but he prefers to hire other people when he can.

He likes being surprised. He likes that there is still one remaining area of his life where surprises can be happy.

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The 100 + Bellarke drabble based off of this tumblr prompt: “can i please take a picture with you it’s for a scavenger hunt i swear i’m not creepy”.

This has to be the most ridiculous frosh week activity in the history of stupid frosh week activities, Clarke thought. The upperclassmen at Ark University had decided that a scavenger hunt beginning at eight o'clock p.m would be a fun activity for the freshmen. Why a scavenger hunt? Well, I guess the older students wanted to see the new students run around the college campus, drunkenly stumbling around and attempting to finish the list of things to do to complete the scavenger hunt. Most of the students had been non-stop drinking all day - it was frosh week after all - so the task would most definitely be an interesting one, that’s for sure.  

As Clarke was handed the list by one of the student organizers, her other group members circled around and introduced themselves.

“ ‘Sup guys, I’m Raven, and I’m a first-year in Mechanical Engineering.”

“Hey. Name’s John, but everyone calls me Murphy, and I’m a first-year in Criminology and Psychology.”

“I’m Monty and he’s Jasper and we’re Physics and Chemistry majors.”

“WHAT’S UP BITCHES! I’m Octavia, and I’m gonna be studying Sociology and Gender Studies.”  

As the group collectively turned to look at her, Clarke introduced herself, “Hi everyone, I’m Clarke and I’m in pre-med.”    

In attempting to read the list, Clarke realized she was more tipsy that she’d thought - seeing as how the words were a little blurry on the page. “Okay, so here’s our list for the scavenger hunt and it says everything must be documented by photos/videos and only one person from the group has to complete each task.”

Clarke continued, “Okay, our list is: 1. Dress up a stop sign on campus with at least 2 articles of a teammate’s clothing. 2. Sing/dance on a street corner and collect 2$ from passerbys. 3. Climb one of the many trees on campus. 4. Photo-bomb someone/a group. 5. Jump in the pond at the entrance to campus. 6.  Take a picture with a live animal. 7. Take a selfie with a stranger.”

Clarke thought for moment, “Okay why don’t we split up and one part of the group will get half the list and we’ll take the other. And we’ll send photos to the other half of the group once the task is completed. Then we’ll meet back here.” Clarke said, gesturing to the quad.

“Sounds like a plan.” Octavia said, “I’ll head ou with Jas and Monty and we’ll do numbers 2, 3 and 4 on the list. That leaves you Clarke, Raven and Murphy to finish up the others.”

“Okay, meet back here in an hour or so?” Clarke asked.

“Got it!” Octavia said, dashing off with the two boys.

Clarke turned to the remainder of her group, “Okay, what should we start with?” 

Raven glanced at the list first, "Dress up a stop sign - simple enough.” She glanced around, found a stop sign and strode purposely toward it. Taking of her shoes and shirt she decorated the stop sign and snapped a picture. Returning to Clarke and Murphy while putting her clothes back on she asked, “What next?”

As Raven asked, Clarke’s phone dinged with a message. Reading it, she got a picture of Octavia, Monty and Jasper photo bombing a group with the caption One Down! Smiling, she glanced at Raven and Murphy, “They finished one of their tasks too!” Clarke explained.

“Cool. What’s next on the list? Jump in the pond right?” Murphy asked.

“Yeah,” Clarke replied.

“I guess I’ll do that one.” Murphy said. The three of them began walking to the campus entrance, where the pond was located.

When they got there, Raven took out her phone, ready to snap the picture of Murphy, “On the count of three Murphy! 1, 2, 3!”

Murphy jumped into the pond, semi-nude, with a loud splash. Turning and giving Raven two thumbs up, she snapped the picture of him. Murphy climbed out of the pond and put his shirt and shorts back on, as Raven sent the others the updates of their progress. In return she got a picture of Monty and Jasper way up in a tree, with the caption 2 down, 1 to go!

“Okay next up is take a picture with a live animal.” Clarke said. “Hey, do you think those birds over there count?” she asked.

“I guess so. Here, let’s grab a selfie with them.” Raven replied. She and Clarke knelt as close to the birds as they could and snapped a photo of themselves. It turned out okay, so they saved the photo. As they saved their own photo, they got a video message from Octavia, so they played it, “Hey guys! I just sang and danced to Single Ladies on the side of the street and made $5 to complete our last task. So we’re heading back to the meet-up point. See ya in a few.” The video ended.  

“Alright well we’ve still got the 'take a selfie with a stranger’, so Clarke this one’s all up to you. Murphy and I’ll head back to meet Octavia, Jasper and Monty and get all our stuff organized. Meet us there when you get the picture!” Raven yelled, already taking off with Murphy back to the quad.

“Okay not a problem. I’ll just ask the first person I see, no big deal,” Clarke muttered to herself. Glancing around, the first person she saw was a guy sitting at one of the benches in front of a dorm under a street lamp, reading. So she walked over to him, getting her phone out.

As she got closer, Clarke realized the guy was actually incredibly good looking. Like a rendering-her-speechless kind of attractive. He was sprawled casually on the bench, his tall frame managing to look comfortable on the park bench. He had short and dark, curly hair, tan skin and was that a smattering of freckles across his exposed collarbone and face, Clarke thought.

Shaking herself out of her staring, Clarke cleared her throat,“ Hi! Um, can I please take a picture with you? It’s for a scavenger hunt. I swear I’m not creepy. See?” She handed him the list of tasks, that he read.

The stranger glanced up at her then, and oh lord, his eyes were this warm, dark, chocolate brown that absolutely made her melt. He smiled up at her, “Sure, Princess. I guess I could help you out. That is, only if you introduce yourself.” He smirked.

“Oh, right. Um, Clarke.” She said, holding her hand out to him.

He smiled, “Alright Clarke, name’s Bellamy,” he replied shaking her hand. “Why don’t you sit here, we can take the photo.”

Clarke sat down next to him. He put his arm around her and pulled her in a little closer, keeping his hand on her upper arm. She tried not to think anything of it but damn, that felt good. Way too good. Clarke held the phone out on front of them, smiled and snapped the photo. Reviewing the picture, she could help but notice they didn’t look like strangers at all, more like a couple than anything.

“Is it okay? The photo?” Bellamy asked.

“Yes, it’s great! Thank you so much for your help.” Clarke smiled up at Bellamy. Their eyes locked for a long moment, she couldn’t help but get lost in those warm brown eyes. 

Realizing she still had to go meet her group, Clarke reluctantly got up from the bench. Turning back to Bellamy, she said “Seriously, thanks! I wanted to get this silly frosh activity out of the way, and thanks for not thinking I was a total creep.”

“Anytime Clarke, anytime.” Bellamy replied, smiling at her, then returning to his book.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she walked back to the quad.


Back at the quad, the group was waiting for her. As she approached, Octavia glanced at her flushed expression and small smile Clarke was still wearing, “Uh oh guys, I think Clarke may have found a HOT stranger to selfie with!” Octavia said in a sing-song voice.

“Oooooooooooooh! Clarke lemme see!!!” Raven exclaimed. All the boys just rolled their eyes.

“Guys seriously, it’s not a big deal. Though he was attractive, like wow.” Clarke enthused.

“Well LET’S SEE!” Raven snatched Clarke’s phone away so she and Octavia could have a look.

Suddenly Octavia burst out laughing. I mean really laughing. “Uh Octavia? You okay? What’s the matter? The dude is pretty hot and Clarke doesn’t look THAT bad!” Raven questioned.

“HEY! I resent that!” Clarke said with a smile, lightly punching Raven’s shoulder.

Finally Octavia composed herself enough to speak. “OHMYGOD, NO! No, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that at all, it’s just well umm- that’s my uh, that’s my brother.”  

unexpected distractions

you knocked furiously on my door to tell me to stop having loud sex but when i appear fully clothed in front of you, we both are disturbed by the thought of it being the old lady from above AU

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Clarke had a rhythm going when it came to studying for finals. She had the breakdown of it planned before she even got home. But once she did get home she was like a storm - rushing to change, make herself some food and get her books out so that she wouldn’t lose focus with any distractions. Her tv stayed off all night and her phone was on silent. The only things that surrounded her were piles and piles of textbooks and her laptop. Clarke may have been studying but she couldn’t study in silence, so she chose the first radio station that iTunes had and didn’t spare the computer another glance. Songs would change periodically but all she really picked up on was the loud bass that only came from blasting her music on the highest volume that her headphones had allowed.

This zone that Clarke was in sometimes could last for hours so she was completely prepared to not be moving from the soft chair she was in until she had the first 10 chapter covered (or until she was in need of a bathroom break; she drank a lot of coffee today!).

Which was why it had been odd when Clarke kept tapping her highlighter against her wooden table in time with the beat of her current song - only to release that there was some off beat noise cutting in. Checking to make sure she hadn’t accidentally forgotten to turn her phone on silent, Clarke was even more confused by the uninvited sound. It kept pushing her focus away from her studying and she was not okay with it.

Clarke pulled one of her headphones out to see if there was a difference and it was then that she realized that the sound was actually a loud pounding on her door.

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Chapter 27: Falling In Place.


“What does he want, now?” I groaned as I took my phone out of my creme colored Michael Kors purse. Chris had been blowing up my phone left and right and I know that I was posing him off because I kept reading his messages.
Not even gonna lie, I hate that like just leave me on delivered or something. Reading someone’s message without replying is so disrespectful, but I don’t care cause Chris pissed me off. Plus, he does it to me all the time so he shouldn’t be mad. I’m gonna block his number if he keeps playing. 

“What he do to you?” Ty asked as he sat down next to me in the backyard. Since I didn’t have class today, I decided to show up to Ty’s party. Besides all the bs, it was popping. Everyone you could think of was here. 

“First, he keeps pressuring me to have his baby but Ty I gotta finish school first. Then, were always arguing about that because he doesn’t get it. It wouldn’t be fair to me if I have to be a stay at home mom while he’s has this successful career. So that’s what we’re always arguing about, and while we were arguing today he told me smd.” I explained as Ty looked shocked about the last part. 

“Did you beat his ass?” Ty asked as I shook my head no and he gasped. August had made his way over here and sat down next to Ty as he listened to our convo. I guess he was waiting on Ty. I heard they’re supposed to be doing a project together. 

“Nah, Christina pulled me back.” I frowned because I really wanted to get Chris for that. Ty mumbled a ‘damn’ because he loved hearing stories about when I beat up Chris, I don’t know why. 

“Gotta go, my wife calling me and shit.” Ty said with an aggravated sigh as he got up to go back inside, leaving August and I in this awkward position.
“Remember me, Bliss?” August smiled at me as he folded her arms over his chest which was covered in tattoos. In high school we used to talk all the time in class just as friends, but we fell off. No I’m not trying to be his friend again because I know it’ll upset Chris. 

“Yea.” I said, being dry so he could get the hint to just keep the convo cute and short. 

“So you still single?” He asked, causing me to widen my eyes. He knew damn well I wasn’t single. He be seeing Chris and I around all the time. Why else would I always be around Chris if we ain’t together? 

“Nah I’m with Chris, you knew that." 

"Nah I didn’t, I thought he was with Raye to be honest. They made for each other. I kinda knew but I still wanted her anyway. I actually miss her ass but I had to break up with her, she cheated on me, I was hurt. A nigga  He said making me frown a little bit. I wonder what made him think so. 

"I’m sorry..” I mumbled, not really wanting to get into the topic of cheating. It brought back too many horrible memories. I’m really trying to move on from it. 

“Bliss? What you doing here?” I looked up and saw Chris, causing me to roll my eyes. His main focus was on August. He was probably wondering why I was talking to him. He’s actually a cool guy, to be honest but I’m not trying to hear one of Chris’ bitch fits.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? The fuck does it look like? Having a tea party?” I spat, trying to have an attitude since I was already mad at him for what he did earlier. He had clenched his jaw cause he hated when I talked to him like that, but I didn’t care. I noticed him pray to himself and I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t because I had to keep this mad act. I give into him all the time. 

“Bliss baby, can you please drop that nasty ass attitude of yours so I can apologize to you." 

"I’m waiting.” I said as I stood up beside him. 

“Alright baby, I’m sorry for saying that shit earlier. I was just pissed and I know, I had no reason to be. I need to just accept the fact that you ain’t ready for a baby and let you get your career started. I won’t pressure you no more, I promise. You forgive me?” He apologized as he moved behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. I ignored him and just smirked.

“I said, you forgive me?” He asked in my ear as he gripped the shit out of my crotch area. Since I ignored him again, he chuckled in my ear and before I knew it he threw me over his shoulder. He had walked in the house and all you could hear was my screaming for him to put me down but he didn’t pay me no mind. Once we got to a room, he shut the door behind him and threw me on the bed. 

“I’m bout to make yo ass say you forgive me.” He said with an evil smirk on his face, that actually made me really scared and nervous. This was the wrong day to wear a sundress without panties. 


“Mommy, Don!” Amarie yelled eagerly as she jumped up in my bed, causing me to groan. I got home super late last night and I was tired. I didn’t have an appointments today which was good, but I wanted to sleep. 

“Baby, mommy’s t–” Don cut me off and pushed me back down on the bed so I could proceed to my nap. What would I do with out Don? He’s the real MVP.
“Get some sleep, I got you. We’ll be downstairs.” Don assured me as he slid out of bed and spun Amarie around in the air before they both left my room. 'Aw'ing’ at the cute little moment, I wasn’t even that tired any more because I was already woke. I might as well go down there with them. Naah, they’re probably bonding I’ll stay up here and mind my business. 

I went to the bathroom to take care of all my hygiene and that took about 30 minutes. When I was down, I went back into my room to watch Home because that was one of my favorite kid movies. While I was just getting into the movie, I heard Amarie and Don coming up. 

“Here squirt, we made your favorite.” Don said, coming in with Amarie on his back and a tray full of breakfast in his hands. I glared at him for calling me squirt in front of Amarie but then smiled at the thought of them making me breakfast. They’re so sweet, what would I do with out them? 

“Aw, I love you guys! Thank you so much.” I thanked them as I gave both of them kisses on the cheek. Amarie being the sweetie pie she is, she had a huge grin on her face. She loved kisses. Don handed me the tray and Amarie sat by me, staring at my food causing me to laugh. 

“Want some?” I asked as she quickly nodded. That’s another thing about her, she loves food just like.. never mind. Since they put an extra plate on my tray, I gave it to Amarie and started giving her small portions of my food which was really good. 

“My two favorite girls.” Don grinned as he squeezed his way in between us. Amarie mugged him for almost knocking her food down, and it was the funniest thing ever. He pretended like he was gonna cry so she started apologizing. These two make my day every morning. 

“What are we doing today?” Amarie asked as she put her now clean plate back on my tray. Don had stood up and took my tray downstairs, leaving Amarie and I by ourselves. 

“Wanna go to the mall, then Cheesecake Factory?” I asked Amarie as her eyes lit up. Those were her two favorite places. She loved to shop and eat. We spent almost every week at the mall and going out to eat. I couldnt say no to her, t was so hard because she’s so cute. She’s never reallygave me a hardtime, she just whines sometimes.

“Ok mall it is, go get ready in you room baby.” I smiled at her as I patted her on the back before she left my room skipping. On queue, Don came in brushing his hair with no emotion on his face. I swear, he doesn’t even have to try. 

“Where y’all going?” He asked as he pulled me by the strings on my shorts. I stared into his forest green eyes and fell in love. His eyes gets me every time. He noticed me become speechless so he pushed me down on the bed and hovered over me. 

“Huh? Oh, were g-goi–” He cut me off by dying of laughter causing me to shake my head at myself and laugh too. Before I knew it, he picked me up and took me into the bathroom before shutting and locking the door. “Cant even get ya damn words out, strip and bend that ass over. You know how daddy like it.” He demanded and I did just as he said. 


“Mommy, look at Freckles!” Amarie shouted as I was looking in mymenu. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until I saw what she was pointing at. I sucked my teeth and let out an unnecessary sigh when I noticed it was Chris. Why was he even here? Out of all places? IO really dont wanna talk to his nosey ass. 

“Freckles, right here!” Amarie yelled at everyone looked at her and Chris. Chris smirked and made his way over to our table to sit next to Amarie. Why did Amarie have to be so nice?

“Hey Ri, how you been?” Chris greeted her as she held her arms out for him. He chuckled and hugged her tight like his life depended on it. It was kind of cute to be honest. It made me feel a little bad. Chris started whispering something in Amarie’s ear and Amarie nodded and looked at me.

“Mommy Freckles said he’s sorry, can you forgive him?” Amarie said as she did her infamous puppy dog face and started battering her eyelashes. Now, I couldn’t say no. I see what e did there, he’s actually being smart for once.

“Ok Chris, I forgi–” He quickly cut me off by coming over to my side to hug me and place kisses all over my face and tell me how much he loved me. I started to get butterflies, I dont know why. Chris aint gave me butterflies since we firststarted talking. Even Amarie started smiling at us.

“I swear, I wont disappoint you anymore Raye. Now let’s eat.” Chris said and just in time the waiters came for us to order. Once we were done ordering, were started joking around with the bread and butter. 

“You got a lil bit of nut on the side of yo nose Raye. Let me get that for you.” ” Chris joked, referring to the butter we were eating. He liked it off of my nose and Amarie started gagging because she thought it was nasty.

This is the first time we were actually bonding in years. 


“Can you please go get my yellow folder in my closet?” Raye asked me as I nodded. I had fun spending time with her and her mini clone at our little “sleep-over”. Amarie was giving me baby fever even more. Raye’s lucky as hell, I wish I had my own daughter. 

Lifting myself up off of the bed, I opened the doors to Raye’s walk in closet and spotted the folder asap. When I tried to get it, a medium sized basket fell down causing me to curse to myself. Kneeling down to pick all the papers up, I had to hurry and grab one paper back because it caught my eye. The first thing I seen was Father: Christopher Maurice Brown and Mother: Silver Raye Lovins. It is certified that Amarie Aria Brown.. And that’s all I had to read to get heated as fuck. 

“When the fuck was you gone tell me that Amarie was my daughter?!” I screamed at Raye as I stood up in front of her. She had this fake ass confused look on her face that pissed me off even more. She knew what the fuck I was talking about. 

“Bitch don’t play dumb!” I yelled, furious as I threw the birth certificate at her. Why would she keep something so important from me? No matter how fucking bad I treated her, that’s something you should tell somebody about. That’s low as fuck of her to do. I just lost all respect for her.

“Chris, cal–” She tried to say as she stood up and tried to walk over to me but I pushed her away from me. I don’t wanna be no where near her lying ass. I specifically asked her who the father was and she could’ve just said it was me. She had all these opportunities to. 

“I have a fucking daughter and missed all these years of her life because of you! She doesn’t even know if she has a daddy or not because bitches like you like to keep secrets! I can’t fucking believe you!” I yelled as she clenched her jaw and stood up in front of me. 

“You know what? I am not here for your bullshit ass tantrums, Chris! I tried to tell your stupid ass a thousand times that  I was pregnant, but your ass was too fucking whipped to care! Don’t come up in here and act like this is all my fault, cause it’s yours too! Maybe if you hadn’t acted like a fucking asshole that night I tried to text you, you would’ve known! That night we had sex, I actually wanted to work things out with you. My feelings were extremely hurt because I gave myself up to you for nothing and you treated me as if I meant nothing to you! I wanted nothing else to do with you too, but since I found out I was pregnant I had to talk to you anyway! But what did you do? You didn’t listen! So don’t sit here and act like I’m the only one in the fucking wrong! You’re full of shit Chris, get the fuck out!” Raye yelled as her eyes started getting glossy. 

I didn’t mean to make her cry, but I’m mad as hell too. Yea, she was right I didn’t listen but when I fucking asked her who the daddy was she could’ve told me. Ain’t no damn excuse for that. 

“Alright Raye come here, I’m sorry. We both was in the wrong.” I apologized as I calmed down a bit. I sat down on her California King bed. She flicked me off and stood in the same position she was in, causing me to groan. 

“Raye get yo stubborn ass over here and sit the fuck down!” I spat as Raye sucked her teeth and stormed over to the bed before roughly sitting down next to me. 

“We’re you even gonna tell me if I hadn’t looked in your closet?” I asked as I sat Raye on my lap and she buried her head in my chest. She better not start crying now. 

“No.” She said plain and simple as I clenched my jaw. I had to quickly count to 10 and think about Amarie to prevent myself from beating her ass. Once I was done, the room grew silent as I just stared down at Raye. “So how we gone tell her?” I asked as I started playing with her hair. 

“AMARIE!!!!” She yelled making me scrunch up my face because she was loud as fuck. Immediately, Amarie came running in Raye’s before she stopped in front of us. I wonder if she heard us arguing. 

“I was watching tv.” She whined, causing me to smile at her. I couldn’t believe she was mines, I’m bout to spoil her to death. Raye’s gonna hate me. 

“Girl, don’t start that whining.” Raye warned, getting all in mommy mode. That shit was lowkey sexy. I could get used to this. 

“You wanna meet your daddy?” Raye asked as Amarie wore a confused look on her face. 

“You said I don’t have a daddy.” Her face turned into a frown. I wanted to slap Raye dot even telling her that. Not saying she’s a bad mom, but what kind of mother tells their child that? 

“Um, he came back!” Raye said with a smile on her face as one slowly started appearing on Amarie’s.  I’m guessing she always wanted a daddy. 

“Weally? Where?” She asked excitedly as she started jumping up and down. I guess I’ll take it from here. Even though Raye should be the one to tell her. 

“Me, I’m your daddy.” I said as she gave me all her attention. For a few seconds she just stared at me, shocked. Then after a while, a smile was plastered across her face and she jumped on me. She was squealing about how 'her daddy was freckles’ and thanking Raye for telling her. 

“Daddy, let’s go do something!” Amarie yelled as she grabbed my hand and led my towards the door. 

“Chris, it’s her bedtime.” Raye groaned, because she already knew that I was gonna spoil baby girl. She deserves to be spoiled. Tomorrow, I’m taking her all out. Just me and her. 

“Nah, let me take her to my house. I’ll bring her back tomorrow afternoon. You’ll be fine, go call Don so you can get some.” I assured Raye as she threw a pillow at me. She know that’s what she was about to do anyways. It made me a little jealous, I don’t know why. 

“Get some of what Daddy?” Amarie asked as she swung her arms from side to side, battering her long cute eyelashes. 

“When nobody’s around, Mommy and Don like to play a game-” Raye cut me off by throwing another pillow at me. Im trying inform our baby early so she can already know. 

“Chris, she’s 3 not 13!” Raye sucked her teeth as she shook her head at me. I smirked at her and she just waved me off.

“Why can’t you and mommy play that game?” Amarie asked, making me think really hard about the question. I wasn’t about to lie to her like Raye. 

“Because mommy hates Daddy and Daddy has a girlfriend.” I answered as Raye gasped. She does hate me for that shit I said to her. If it wasn’t for Amarie at that restaurant earlier, I wouldn’t even be here right now. 

“I don’t hate you, Chris. You just make me so mad and that shit you pulled a few years back really hurt my feelings. I actually still love your stupid self, I always will. You were like, my first boyfriend.” Raye explained to me with a smile on her face. I thought I’d never get her to open up to me again. When she said those 3 words, no homo, but a nigga got butterflies. 

Walking over to her side of the bed, I pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you too, alright. I’ll make sure to keep Amarie as safe as possible.” I assured Raye as she sighed then nodded. I could tell she was real stingy with Amarie. 

“Here, I already have a bag packed for emergencies.” Raye said as she handed me a Burberry duffle bag full of everything Amarie needed in it. This girl loved her some Burberry. 

“I love you this much, mommy!” Amarie cheesed as she spread her arms the farthest she could spread them. Damn this moment was too cute.
“And I love you this much baby, come give me a hug and kiss, and don’t forgot to say your prayers before you go to bed.” Raye said before her and Amarie exchanged hugs and kisses and they started whispering stuff in each other’s ear. They did a little handshake before Amarie ran back over to me.

“Alright bye, I’m gonna blow up your phone to check on my baby Chris!” Raye said to me as we all made our way down stairs. Amarie and I left out the front door and Raye stood there and watched us. 

“Daddy, you got money.” Amarie sang, as I strapped her up in the front since this was my lambo. Good thing I had a car seat and my house wasn’t far away. I had furrowed my eyebrows, cause I was wondering where she got that from. She probably heard Raye say that shit. 

“Yea baby girl I do.” I chuckled as I shut her door and made my way to my side of the car. When I started the car, we both started singing the songs that played on the radio until we got to my house.


“What a beautiful chocolate woman, hahaha.” I said in a girly tone as Bliss answered the door causing her and Amarie to laugh. When she noticed Amarie’s laugh, she stopped laughing and smiled. She loved kids, that’s I want to have one with her. 

“Who’s this?” Bliss asked, looking up at me confusingly. I didn’t know how to tell her or what to expect. 

“Amarie go sit in the living room real quick.” I told Amarie as she nodded and skipped inside the house. I’m pretty sure she’ll find it, it’s not that hard. 

“I hate even thinking back on this night but you know the night I… cheated on you.” I sighed as Bliss nodded, looking down at her feet. I hope she doesn’t get mad at me for this, I didn’t know. 

“Well I ain’t use a condom and she got pregnant so when we got back together, she tried to tell me but I ain’t wanna listen cause I didn’t want you to break up with me. And remember that day she showed up to my house? She tried to tell me then but I still didn’t listen. So today, even though I shouldn’t have been at her house, I was trying to apologize for some disrespectful shit I said a few years back and I was in her closet and I saw Amarie’s birth certificate and it had my name on it, so I showed Raye and she told me she was mines. And I know she mines because when Aug came back she was 6 months pregnant, 6 months prior was when I cheated.” I explained as Bliss blew air out of her mouth. 

“Well, congratulations! You finally got the daughter you’ve always wanted. Nah, but I’m glad you told me.” Bliss said with a sincere smile on her face. Thank God, I thought she’d be mad. 

“I love you so much, Cocoa Puff.” I said, calling Bliss by her nickname. Since that was her favorite cereal and she was brown skin, I gave her that nickname. She be saying that’s her stripper name and shit. 

“I love you too, Banana.” She said as I pulled her in a hug, and started playing in her new short hair. It looked good on her but a nigga gotta really have a tight grip on that shit in the bedroom. 

“Go introduce me to me your daughter!” She said as I quickly pulled away from the hug. Playfully pushing Bliss back into the house, I locked the door and made my way into the living with Bliss. My house was pretty big, I hope baby girl doesn’t get lost one day. 

“Ri, this is my girlfriend Bliss.” I told Amarie as Bliss waved at her. Amarie waved back but she still looked confused.

“Bwiss?” She attempted to announce. 

“Just call me Cocoa, baby.” Bliss laughed as she looked down at Amarie who had a big smile on her face. She must’ve loved meeting new people, or she was already starting to like Bliss. Everybody loved Bliss. 

“Ok cocoa, let’s watch a movie!” Amarie said as she dragged Bliss onto the couch. “Come on daddy!” She said as she patted on the couch to a spot next to her. Quickly putting in Skrek, I grabbed the remote to press play before I sat next to Amarie.  I sat her in my lap as I wrapped one of arms around Bliss. I didn’t even know that I was staring at them for a long time until Bliss started repeating parts of the movie.

“No, not the gumdrop buttons!” Bliss said in the same time as the Gingerbread man, causing Amarie to burst out in giggles. I’m glad that she likes Bliss.
My life is complete, I got the daughter I’ve always wanted, the best girlfriend ever, and a successful career. But I feel like something is missing…

High School Sweethearts


Relta walked over to the young man she was told about,
or at least had heard rumors about. Around 6′1″,
emerald eyes, trim yet muscular enough for it to show,
freckles, pain in his eyes and a smirk as a defense 
mechanism as well. If Relta hadn’t noticed the look 
in his eyes, she would better understand why
all her friends were swooning over this
WInchester kid. He was attractive, but
he also seemed so…broken. The kind of broken
not many people can empathize with. Most
would say the young man was too young to have
that look, but that was complete bullshit.

Extending her hand, Relta smiled up at Dean,
“Welcome to your current high school. Cafeteria
food is free, the third floor bathrooms are gross
unless you like seeing evidence of sex everywhere,
and the parties have crappy booze. I’m Relta,”

her own eyes were a shade of emerald, and had
an empty sparkle to them. A look of someone
who faked emotions more than they’d like
to admit. 

a-bacon-of-hope  asked:

I'm not asking for a particular fic just because I want one - I'm sorta doing it because your writing is sorta hypnotic and shit, I dig it. I kinda feel like talking to a celebrity rn, that's how much I like your stuff. Anyway, how about Clarke being really inept about Bellamy, having seen him only a couple of times and not knowing his name but she really wants to draw him and/or fuck him. (get drunk and go for it is how i did it but i forgot the dude's name so yeah, i'm pathetic) peace bro xxx

Clarke has been told, multiple times, that she should rebound.

“It’s not really my thing,” she tells Raven. Raven doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, and Clarke shrugs. “I’m not really into casual sex.”

“It’s not casual sex. It’s, like–when you go to a fancy restaurant and they give you the ice cream between courses. Palate cleanser. But, you know. For your vagina.”

Clarke chokes on her beer. “Holy shit, never say that again.”

“I’m just saying, it helps. You know how I got over Finn?”

“We drank a lot and watched Netflix and photoshopped pictures of him from Facebook so he looked like he had horns and boils.”

“Also, I fucked a hot guy, and it was awesome.”

“It still took you a while after that,” Clarke points out, gentle, and Raven finally scowls.

“Okay, I might have fucked him too soon. But how long has it been since you and Lexa broke up?”

“Six months,” Clarke admits.

“Yeah, that’s a while. I’m just saying, a rebound is like–no-pressure, getting you back on the horse. I know it sucked the way you guys broke up, but you shouldn’t be making yourself miserable.”

“I’m not. I’m just not dating.”

“Find a cute girl or a hot guy or a hot girl or a cute guy and fuck them,” Raven advises. “And you’ll feel way better about the world.”

“As always, I didn’t ask for or want your advice, but thanks, sort of.”

Raven grins. “What are friends for?”

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