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4 Ways to Prep for Finals

Finals are approaching. Projects are getting assigned, concerts drawing near, and cold dark weather is making it harder for anyone to have any motivation. With all of this, how is a poor college student supposed to rock their finals??

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Organize ALL your deadlines. Post it notes are your friends here. Get a nice chunk of wall and write a post-it for EVERY DEADLINE OR PROJECT OR PRESENTATION between now and break. Put them up in order. Take extreme satisfaction for every post-it you get to take down and destroy. The wall gives you a good visualization of how to prioritize your time, as well as a visual progress reminder. If post-its don’t work for you, then just write a big long list in your planner. Just make sure you know EVERYTHING that’s coming up.

Get everything started the day it’s assigned. Or at the latest, now. Seriously, get your projects or “cramming” started now. Tonight. I spent my first full day at home during Thanksgiving break, my anniversary, hauling together a draft of a final that I had hardcore procrastinated. Don’t be me. Get your stuff at least half finished or half revised early, and it will be MUCH easier during finals.

Start taking care of yourself now. On a similar note, start really focusing on getting enough sleep and eating right. That means eating a vegetable and going to sleep before one. Even (especially!) if you know you’re going to throw all that stuff out the window during finals, you’ll feel better if you’ve been taking care of yourself prior to that.

Ask professors for help if you need it. There is no shame in asking professors for help. That’s literally a teacher’s job. Asking about test formats is okay! So is asking for clarification on certain subjects! As long as you’ve double-checked that the information isn’t in the syllabus, feel no fear when you go to a professor’s office hours. It shows that you’re doing your best!

You’ve got this!

Blade

Title: Blade

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1043 (I ACTUALLY WENT OVER 1000!!)

Warnings: Angst?? Fluff???

A/N: This is my entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s celebration challenge! My prompt was “Have you seen my knife?” This was so much fun to write. I tried writing a longer fic, and I did, but I definitely need more practice.

Feedback is appreciated!!

If you would like to be tagged or would like to request something please send me an ask :)

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Small and Vulnerable

Summary: Dan and Phil have been at a Youtube party in London and Dan had a little too much to drink.

Warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, vomit

Word count: 4222

A/N: Here is a small fic that I wrote the other day - I was going to save it for the next time I’m way behind on Someday, but its actually been a week since I posted already. If you follow me on twitter (@ philsdrill - lol cheeky spon - im trying to use it more) you might’ve heard that this was in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy!


When his usually articulate way of speaking started to reduce to a drunken slur, that’s when it was time to go home. Dan’s face was red from the heat of the room, feeling no embarrassment from the things he was saying. He was on the verge of being able to offend people now that his filter had been broken down by the alcohol.

“Dan,” I said, pressing a hand firmly on his shoulder to stop him from wandering off, “It’s time to go home.”

“But… but… the party’s not over. We can’t go home yet.”

“Yes, we can, Dan,” I said, knowing that no amount of persuasion could make him agree; I’d have to drag him out of here, unless he wanted even more regrets in the morning.

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Isaac Lahey- Amnesia

DO ANY OF YOU GUYS LIVE IN ALABAMA? CUZ I NEED SOME IRL FRIENDS TBH

Also, correct me if I’m wrong on any of the facts. I really need to rewatch Teen Wolf.

Anonymous said:
Hello! Could I request a reader x Isaac? Like where Isaac has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the road during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much!!

Okay, so I didn’t exactly follow along perfectly because I was writing and then I got excited and forgot about the request so here we are XD I hope you enjoy,

Word Count: around 3k

I enjoyed making this. I hope you enjoy reading it <3

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Traveling with Husband!Namjoon

Fluffy things you’d do when traveling with husband!namjoon

Other members: Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook


-THE SWEETEST DUDE EVER

-You’re the one that wants to go somewhere but you’re too stressed to book it so he will do it for you

-Like you’ll be laying next to him in bed about to pass out from how fatigued you are from work

-And he’ll be on his laptop looking at travel packages while stroking your head and telling you to sleep

-You guys will go somewhere with a rich history so maybe Europe????

-When Namjoon finalizes your booking, you realize how Namjoon made everything stress free for you

-And you can’t help but love him even more

-Packing will consist of you guys throwing things into your luggages two days before the trip

-And with Namjoon probably breaking one of his suitcases

- “I did it again, didn’t I?”

- “Baby, it’s okay we can just buy you another one”

-So you’re off to the mall right before your trip because Namjoon needs another suitcase

- “YOU ARE NOT GETTING A RYAN SUITCASE”

- “WHY NOT”

- “WE ALREADY HAVE TOO MANY RYAN-THEMED THINGS AT HOME I’M SO DONE WITH HIM”

- So you buy him a nice leather one to make him happy

-When the day of your flight comes around, you two head to the airport and are soon on your way

-Namjoon probably starts speaking to you in English during the flight to prepare himself to speak English nonstop while you two are abroad

-Both of you fall asleep during the flight, your snores filling the entire cabin, much to everyone’s dismay

-You land and get to your hotel and the first thing Namjoon wants to do is go shopping

-He’s all into high fashion so you guys are hitting up all the stores you can possibly think of

-By the end of the day, your bank account is crying

-But that’s okay because Namjoon insists on treating you to dinner

-He picks a really fancy restaurant and you’re just like “omg no too expensive”

-But he insists and soon you two are being served full-course meals and you’re so full by the end of it

-As you’re trying to eat dessert, Namjoon just stares at you with a little smirk on his face

- “What?” you ask with your mouth full of ice cream

- “Hmmm nothing”

- “It’s not nothing tell me what you’re thinking about”

- “I’m thinking about our first date in college and how I kept wishing that I’d get to marry you one day”

- You blush at that because you were NOT expecting Namjoon to be thinking back to nostalgic days as you’re stuffing your face with ice cream

- “You did get to marry me…seven years later”

-Namjoon laughs at that “I’m glad I finally did”

-The two of you spend the rest of the day exploring and just enjoying each other’s company

-When the two of you make it back to the hotel room, you fall asleep as Namjoon stays up to work on composing songs for their new album

-And when Namjoon sees your sleeping face, he can’t help but smile because if someone told him seven years ago that he’d be married to the love of his life, he wouldn’t have believed it.


A/N: Sorry for not updating recently! I’ve been super busy. I will definitely finish this set of imagines because we only have one member left! Stay tuned for that!

Ride you like my Harley - Chapter 2 - Trixya - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

A/N 2 - Thank you for the positive feedback. ♥ And to the person asking if Trixie is bad news, you shall see. ;) And about the smut question, well, you will have to wait~

A/N 3 - Translation for the Russian words; 

Ангел - angel 
матрешка - matryoshka
принцесса - princess
Кукла - doll
Барби - Barbie
сука - bitch

T/W - bad language, horrible pick up lines, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs.

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Lay Me Down To Sleep: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @loveheartlanebirdy​: Hey I was wondering if you could write were the reader is turned against her will and can’t handle being a vampire and she begs kol her boyfriend to kill her and lays them down on the ground so the reader is in is arms and kills her (reader) 😭 fluff

So obviously this is going to be sad, so if you’re not down for that, keep scrolling. I’m sorry this has taken so long, but I hope it’s okay for you. Enjoy x 

The lights were too bright, everything was too loud, vision too clear, able to see things you didn’t want to see. Emotions you didn’t want. And then there was the hunger. 

The hunger, the pain, the ache that could only be sated by blood. A crimson sticky substance, something you had always found vile, the thought of drinking it making you ill. The fact that you enjoyed it making you sick. 

So you spent time in your room. Alone. 

It was the only way you could feel sane. 

Not for the first time since she had been turned, Kol found himself on the wrong side of Y/N’s bedroom door. She’d shut everyone out, including him. Including the man she loved, and the man who loved her. 

He knew how hard it was for her. He understood and tried to show it to her, tried to show her how it wasn’t all that bad. But to no avail. Instead, she would just fall into his arms and cry before locking herself away. 

Kol sighed as he knocked. 

It pained him beyond words to see her this way. 

“Y/N? Love? Can I come in?”

The sound of Kol’s voice, his tone of concern was able to lift your spirits, if only a little. A small sliver of light was able to break through the darkness in your heart when you saw his face, his brow furrowed and that half-smile on his face. 

He sat on the bed next to you, pulling you against him and pressing a kiss in your hair. You felt him inhale your scent, and for a moment, you forgot the creature you now were, the question you had wanted to ask. 

For a moment. 

“How are you feeling?”

She didn’t speak, instead just pulled away from him. Kol watched in confusion as she opened the second drawer in her bedside table. She stared inside, breathing heavily as if bracing herself for something. 

His heart broke when she finally reached in and pulled out a wooden stake. He didn’t dare ask where she got it from, instead stared in confusion when she pointed it at herself, taking his hand and placing it over hers. 

“What are you doing?”

The break in his voice almost made you drop the stake there and then. But you didn’t. You needed this. This was your escape from a life you didn’t want, a life you had never wanted. 

“You know”, you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. You had never thought you would die like this. 

Kol shook his head, his tears matching your own as he looked at you in disbelief.

“I can’t live like this, Kol. You know that. And I can’t do this myself. I need your help. I need help from the person I love the most in the whole world. Kill me, please.”

Kol swallowed, wiping away the tears that had run down his cheeks at his girlfriend’s words. She was right. And if she wasn’t happy, he couldn’t abide by that. At least, she’d be free in death. 

“Okay. But not like this.”

He took her in his arms, and laid her on the ground between his legs, both of them holding the stake directly above her heart. He kissed her, for one final time, throwing in every ounce of love he had for her. They were both crying now.

“It’s just like going to sleep, Y/N. I promise.”

“I love you, Kol Mikaelson”, you whispered your last goodbye to him, knowing he would hear it, and hoping he would know it for the remainder of eternity. 

“Always, Y/N”, he whispered back before he helped you push the stake in. 

The last thing you saw was Kol’s reflection in the wall mirror, tears traveling down his cheeks.

After that, there was nothing. Just an endless sleep. 

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pull me closer ; taegi

summary; somewhere along the way, the lines got blurred, and through one week the two men find themselves becoming closer.
genre; pure fluff (may add a smut chapter later)
word count; 8.014 words
a/n; it feels soooo good to be back into writing!! this was a long time coming hehe, but im actually taking requests or suggestions on other fics to do so send them in if u want!! also pls pls tell me what u think :)

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Let’s Talk about Sex » Jack Maynard

Request: Can you do a imagine were joe has a younger sister and they do a second part to ‘lets talk about sex’ jack and the reader have been in a secret relationship for a while and haven’t told anyone - a phone question comes up about a recent picture on their phone and the reader says she can’t show It but joe grabs her phone and sees a picture of her and jack in bed together?


“Hello everybody! Today I am joined by the Buttercreams! Oh and Y/N.” Your brother Joe teased. You gasped playfully and hit him in the shoulder. “Ow! Do you want to be in the video or not? That’s what I thought! We have with us; Conor, Josh, Jack, my darling abusive little sister Y/N, Caspar, Mikey and Oli, who actually decided to join us this time!”

Everyone was basically sitting in the order that Joe introduced them, He was sat comfortably between you and Caspar and your boyfriend, Jack was sat next to you. No one knew about your relationship as you knew Joe would flip if he found out, so you had kept it to yourself.

“Today we’re doing a second part of The Voting Game! We played this on my channel a while back and it was such a hit with you guys that we decided to do a part two!” Joe announced.

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The angel wandered in through the open doorway behind you and immediately was examining the pictures on the walls, the artwork, your little ceramic figurines… 

“Your home is very nice,” he said, with kindness in his eyes although a little stiffly.

“Thanks,” you said. You tossed your jacket over the back of the couch. “Look, Cas. I can’t say thank you enough for, you know, saving me back there but I’ll be fine. I’m okay. It’s late… it’s probably later than I want to know,” you said, yawning and avoiding looking at the clock on the wall. 

“It’s alright. I’ll stay.” The angel settled himself down on your couch without invitation. 

“Cas, really… I’m fine! You should go… Get some rest. I’ll be–”

“I don’t sleep,” Cas interrupted. He puffed one of the throw pillows behind him on the couch and made himself more comfortable before turning and peering at you earnestly. You didn’t bother arguing again. You knew his mind was made up. It was easy to see that he would be staying… 

You sighed. “Right. Angels. No sleeping. Got it…”

He only continued to look at you unwaveringly with those cobalt eyes. You had no idea that he was as nervous as he had ever been, unbelieving his good fortune that he would be the one to watch over you.

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“Ugh,” Madison grunted. Chris flinched when a bra hit him in the face. He’d been trying to sleep while Madison got ready for work.

“This one is my favorite,” he held up the black and red bra.

“It shrank.”

“That’s incredibly sad. I’m keeping it.” He scrunched it into his hand and rolled over so he could go back to sleep. He’d just dozed off when another bra hit him in the shoulder.

“I’ve told Grace a million times not to put my bras in the dryer!” Madison huffed.

“Wear the one you wore yesterday.” He said, not opening his eyes.

“It shrank!” Madison grumped.

“How could it have shrank if hasn’t been washed?” Chris cracked an eye at her. “You’re pregnant!”

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Six Feet Over by freshia

[Ongoing|Chapters:13/?|Words:47,313|Teen And Up]

“And, right, of course. He hadn’t told Pidge—or Hunk, actually, who was sitting on the other side of the table from him—because somehow “I see dead people” just doesn’t quite have the same effect that it surely had before 1999. Go figure.”

Lance Sanchez sees ghosts. Lance Sanchez also tries his best to avoid ghosts, until he literally can’t, because his new apartment is inhabited by one very confused ghost named Keith.

Eyes Over Here, Mister by amillionsmiles

[Completed|Chapters:1/1|Words:1,808|General Audiences]

Despite what his track record might look like, Lance understands girls, okay? Keith has Bad Boy written all over him—the dude sleeps with a knife, for Pete’s sake, and seems partial to black T-shirts when he isn’t in the Garrison uniform. Throw in a guardedness that could pass off as “mysterious” and a pair of dark eyes that could turn soulful in the right lighting and also if you could, like, get the guy to even look at you in the first place—

“Do you think I could work a mullet?” Lance asks Hunk.

“Absolutely not.”

OR: four times Keith completely ignored Lance, and one time he didn’t.

Magic Me Some Love by KaSaPe

[Completed|Chapters:12/12|Words:143,711|Teen And Up]

When Shiro’s arm gets cut off while he is trying to protect Keith, Keith doesn’t see any way to save his life but to break into the Galra’s castle and steal some of their magical medicine. But nothing goes as planned and when he exits the castle empty handed he is cursed to look like a Galra until he accepts his “halfbreed” status. He is convinced that he has condemned Shiro to death - and then he learns of a magician that might be able to help just in time.

Meanwhile Lance didn’t expect a Galra to turn up at his door, demanding him to save his half dead (human?!) friend. And he certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with him either.

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wolfstar hc: cuddling/spooning

  • Remus isn’t sure when he stopped being able to sleep.
  • He isn’t sure when it became more common for him to dread the night sky because it meant endless hours of silence more than because it meant the moonrise.
  • Either way, here he was again, slipping on a sweater, prepared to head down to the kitchens.
  • He’s halfway to the dormitory door when a hand catches his wrist.
  • He jumps a little, head whipping around, only to see Sirius standing there.
  • He looks soft in the moonlight, hair disheveled.
  • “What are you doing up?” Remus whispers, “You should be sleeping.”
  • Sirius just raises his eyebrow, smiling slightly, “So should you.”
  • Sirius tugs lightly on Remus’ wrist, pulling Remus to his chest. His hands are soft, palms pressing under his sweater against his skin.
  • “This is the third time this week, love. Fourth week in a row…” Sirius presses a soft kiss to Remus’ jaw, the only place he can reach without Remus bending down slightly, “What’s wrong?”
  • Remus just sighs, arms loosely wrapped around Sirius’ waist, “I don’t even know… I just… can’t sleep.” He sighs again, closing his eyes, “I’m tired, really, I just- can’t.”
  • Sirius makes a soft humming sound before walking backwards, leading Remus to his bed, “I bet you can.”
  • “No I, really Pads you should go to sleep. I’ll just grab a quick tea, it usually helps-“
  • But Sirius is already pulling Remus softly onto the bed, ignoring Remus’ protests and throwing the covers over them.
  • They’ve facing each other, noses brushing, sharing a pillow.
  • Sirius’ fingertips brush softly down Remus’ cheek, connecting the soft freckles there, “Just trust me, okay?” He whispers.
  • And Remus is nodding slowly, eyes fixed on Sirius’ grey ones that seem to just soak up the moonlight instead of reflect it because of course he trusts him.
  • And then Sirius is pushing lightly on his chest and Remus thinks at first he wants him to scoot over, but then Sirius is pulling him forward again only this time Remus’ back is flush with his chest.
  • The effect, to Remus’ surprise, is almost immediate.
  • Sirius’ arms are tight around his waist, their fingers intertwined against his chest, their feet tangled together.
  • Not even Sirius’ chilly toes bother him.
  • It feels like they’re practically one person.
  • And Remus, with Sirius’ soft breath against the back of his neck, the occasional kiss planted there, feels his eyes start to droop.
  • He feels tension that he didn’t know he had in his shoulders release, and he softly squeezes Sirius’ hand,
  • “Love you..”
  • He’s only barely awake to feel the kiss to his shoulder, the squeeze back,
  • “Love you too.”

You are going to miss people. You’ll want to get out of bed at two in the morning and drive to go see them. You’ll call them even though they changed their number ten months ago just to hear a dial tone. You’ll write letters to them they’ll never read, seal them in envelopes, address them, and stick them in your desk drawer. You’ll catch your wandering afternoon thoughts bumping into old memories that feel warm at first but then starts to sting. You’ll lie awake at night trying to remember and trying to forget what it felt like to fall asleep knowing they were thinking of you.

You are going to miss people. Sometimes their hearts will beat the same as yours and sometimes you’ll put your head to their chest and won’t hear a thing. You’ll wipe away the hurt from the tops of your cheeks because they feel so far away.

You are going to miss people. You’ll get out of bed at two in the morning and dance until you’re not sad anymore. You’ll delete old voicemails to make room for new ones without thinking twice. You’ll mail the letters worth mailing and throw away the rest. You’ll neglect to notice their name hasn’t crossed your mind in weeks, but when it does you’ll smile or feel nothing and it won’t feel empty at all. You’ll put your head on your pillow and close your eyes and sleep will find you before they can.

You are going to miss people.
You are going to miss people.
You are going to miss people.
You are going to be okay.

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Originally posted by romanreignsbrasil

Ask: Could you do a Roman oneshot were you’re watching Roman your best friend get ready for his wedding with your ex best friend and the only reason she’s your ex bf was because she stared to date him because she didnt want you with him and like she doesn’t love him, when you do. And like maybe he comes to you after an argument and you’re cold to him when he says that he’s leaving because he acts all lovey dovey to you, just to leave and you’re sick of it? Surprise me with the ending!

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Roman X Reader

A/N: Since you said surprise you with the ending. I took that as a creative go ahead and messed around with a few ideas! And Y/N/N means your nickname


You sat on the counter in Roman’s dressing room, smiling as you watched him get ready for his wedding. It was a bittersweet moment for you. On one hand you were happy for Roman and on the other you were sad, sad that it wasn’t you. Instead it was your ex best friend. 

She knew that you were madly in love Roman since high school, and she only started dating him because she didn’t want you with him. I mean she doesn’t even love him! She’s said it to you many times, you just never had the guts to tell that to him. You just were to head of heels for him to just break his heart like that.

Roman turned and smiled, asking. “How do I look?” 

“You look good” You said, holding a fake smile. Roman pulled his eyebrows together.

“What’s the matter?” Roman asked.

“Nothing” You mumbled, playing with the strings on your sweatshirt. They were having a private wedding, no family, no friends, just them. And the only reason you were here with Roman was because he wouldn’t stop calling you this morning.

“You’re lying!” Roman said. That was a problem with Roman he always knew when you were faking a smile or lying about anything, ever.

“Nothing is the matter, Roman…” You said, trailing off and moving your hands to mess with the belt buckle on your jeans.

Roman walked over to you, nudging you legs apart so he could stand in between them and placing his hands on either side of you. So you were trapped between him and the counter.

“You can’t lie to me, Y/N. Now tell me what the hell is the matter with you!” Roman said. 

You looked up, locking eyes with him. Giving another fake smile. “Nothing, silly!” You said.

“Nope. That’s not gonna work. So just give up now and tell me!” Roman said, glaring at you.

You had to think of a lie and quick. “It’s……it’s just…..You’re not gonna be around me as….much” You said, giving a sad convincing smile.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay! You’re still my best friend and I’m never not gonna be there for you!” Roman said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Okay?” 

You nodded your head. “Okay” 

Someone came in to get Roman. “Good luck, Superman” You said. Roman gave you a smile, kissed your cheek and left.

“I love you…” You mumble, to the empty room.


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Originally posted by moan-s

It was 3am and you were sitting in the dark, on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you and a pillow in your lap, watching Friday The 13th.

“Don’t go in the fucking lake! You idiot!” You whisper to yourself, as you ate another spoon full of ice cream.

Suddenly there was four loud knocks on the door that caused you to nearly scream. You look towards the door, your breathing hard. Four more knocks came to the door.

You got up, putting your ice cream down, slowly made your way towards the door, picking up a baseball bat that you kept by the door, just incase someone tried to get in.

When you heard the sound of the doorknob jingling and the sound of a key in the door, you back away with the bat in your hands and ran to hide in the kitchen. No one and I mean NO one had a key to your house and you didn’t keep a spare one just laying around outside either.

The sound of the door opening and closing quietly was the only sound other then the creeping music playing from the movie.

Then loud footsteps made there way up stairs. “Fuck” You whispered to yourself. Just as you were about to peek and see, you hear the foot step come down the stair. 

You quickly back away and look around the kitchen, trying to find a place to hide. Bingo! The cupboard! You quickly and quietly claimed into the cupboard and hugging` the bat to you as the foots steps neared the kitchen.

Who or what, turned on the light. You couldn’t see what it was through the crack in the door.

You heard it sigh and then all of a sudden the door was pulled open and you closed you eyes and let out a scream.

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s just me! Roman!” You snapped your eyes open and they lock with a pair of blue, grey eyes. 

“Oh my fucking god! You scared me half to death!” You said, playfully slapping his chest. “Why didn’t you call out my name!?”

Roman shrugged his shoulders. “I just thought you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you and then I seen you have on a horror movie so I knew you’d be hiding in here”

“I have a few questions. What the hell are you doing here at three in the morning? And how did you get a key to my house?” You asked, folding your arms as you watched Roman walk over to your fridge and get a can of soda.

“I’m here because I don’t want to be at home with that……bitch. And you gave me a key to your house because you lock yourself out once, remember?” Roman asked.

Did he just call her a bitch? You thought.

“Yeah, I remember….. What’s going on, though?” You asked, laying the bat on the counter.

Roman leaded against the counter and shook his head. “I should have never gotten married to her. It didn’t work before marriage and don’t know why I thought getting married would fix anything” Roman said.

You gave Roman a hug. “Sorry, Ro”  Roman wrapped his big, strong arms around you, reseting his chin on the top of your head.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault” Roman said, tightening his arms around you.

“I know it’s not, but I can still be sorry” You said.

You stay in his arms for few minuets, but when you went to pull away his pulled you closer to him and mumble “Don’t” into your hair.

A small smile spared on your face and you reseted your head on his chest. You not sure how long you stay like that but when he rubbed his hands up and down your back he mumbled “Come on” and pulled away, taking your hand, he lead you into the living room, laying down, he pulled you down with him and once again wrapping his arms around you.

“Just lay here with me and watch this movie” Roman whispered.

You laid there with him and watch the movie, his arms never once left you, until his phone began to buzz in his pocket.

You sat up so he could get up and answer the phone. He sat back against the couch and began to argue in a hush tone. You looked at him, before trying to forces on the movie. When he stood up and looked down at you, he said “I’m gonna head home…” 

You shrugged you shoulders. “Okay” 

“Don’t be like this” Roman said.

“Be like what?” You asked, still not looking at him.

“Like that!” Roman said, pointing at you.

“I’m not being like anything. Now if your going, go. Because I wanna watch the end of this” You said, leaning back against the couch.  

You were sick of feeling like this, always being here for him when he would argue with her and then he’d do the same thing like tonight.  Act all lovey dovey and then just leave, leaving you feeling like they was a small chance that he maybe felt something more for you, when he didn’t. And you fell for it every time, you felt like you were only there for him when he needed a break from his wife.

“Come on, Y/N! Don’t do this!” Roman said, sighing.

“I’m not doing anything, Roman!”  You said, standing up and glaring at him “All I’ve EVER done was be there for you! Ever motherfucking time you get into an argument with her! I’m here! I drop everything just to fucking talk with you, to watch movies with you. Then she says she sorry and you leave! You leave me here all by myself! After bitching about her about her or better not saying a fucking word and then holding me and kissing my head or holding my hand. And I get it! I’m your best friend! But you NEVER come over unless you get in to a motherfucking argument! And you know, I’m starting to feel like I’m nothing more then a escape for you! And fucking excuse me for having fucking feeling, Roman!” You yelled, throwing your hands up in the air.

“I love you! Okay! I’ve fucking loved you since high school! And I’ve never been more then a friend for you! You’ve been through all kinds of break ups and who the fuck has been there for you after ever fucking one! ME! I have! I have been there for you!” You said, tears burning in your eyes. “And I can’t do this anymore, Roman! I can’t keep hiding me feeling for you and I can’t be your friend anymore…I just…can’t! I’m sorry…….I think it’s best you just leave, just go. Go home to your wife” You said, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes.

“Y/N jus-” You cut Roman off. “Go! Okay! I don’t want to hear anything! Just leave! Leave me the fuck alone!” 

Roman stood there defeated. “Okay, I’ll leave” Roman walk over to the door and stood there, looking at you one more time, before leaving.

You broke down into tears. “So fucking stupid!” You yelled, throwing yourself down on the couch.


A Week Later:

Originally posted by norunway

You were in your bathroom, leaning against your counter top. You hands gripped it so hard that your knuckles turned white. You looked up at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were bloodshot and you had black circles under them from the fact that you didn’t sleep at all, not one little bit in the last week.

You walked away and got dress, you needed to go get some coffee. You pulled on a pair of jeans, a baggy t-shirt and a pair of converse. 

You were shrugging on a jacket when you opened the door and seen Roman walking up the path to your house. You turned around locking the door before walking down the path and right pass Roman.  

You began your walk down to the coffee shop not far from your house, when Roman was right at your side, walking next to you.

“Where are you going?” Roman asked. You didn’t answer him, if he was going to walk with you, then he was going to do it in silence.

“It’s freezing out here. Why don’t you let me drive you where you’re going or you know, you could always drive yourself” Roman said. 

“This jacket isn’t gonna keep you warm” Roman said, tugging on the sleeve. You jerked your arm away from his touch. 

You didn’t want to his friends anymore, no, you couldn’t be his friend anymore. So you were going to ignore him until he left you the fuck alone. The only thing is, Roman wouldn’t leave you alone. You’re his friend and he was going to do anything to make should that you stayed his friend.

“You look like you haven’t slept at all. Are you getting the right amount of sleep?” He asked.

“Are you even trying to sleep? Or are you just laying in bed, not trying?” Roman asked another question.

“Are you watching more horror movies? I know you don’t sleep that well after watching them. Do you need me to sleep over tonight so you can sleep?” He asked, again.

Roman knew that the more questions he asked the more you were going to break.

“So are you ever going to tell me where we’re walking to? Or are we just taking a walk in the freezing cold?” 

When he still didn’t get anything out of you, he was just going to annoy the fuck out of you. And he knew just how to do that.

Roman walked up in front of you and started to walk backwards. “Y/N? Y/N? Y/N? Y/N? Hey Y/N/N? Y/N/N? Y/N? Y/N/N? Y/N? Y/N/N-”  You cut Roman off. 

“What the fuck do you want!” You yelled, and stopped walking.

“I want you to stop ignoring my fucking phone calls and my texts! I want to just stop ignoring me! I want you to be my friend again!” Roman yelled.

“Well that’s not gonna fucking happen! So go away!” You yelled and walking around him.

Roman walked up and got in front on you, stopping so that you had to stop again.

“You’re acting like I did something wrong! Like I was the one who made you keep that shit inside! You could have told any fucking time you wanted! But you didn’t! You fucking waited until I was married to tell me! So don’t for one fucking minute blame me for this!” Roman yelled.

“Oh my god! I’m not! I’m ignoring you because you’re married! Because I love you! And I want you to be happy! And you can’t be happy if you know that your best friend is in love with you! This- you pointed between you and Roman- will never be the same and you know it! The only thing you’ll be able to think about when you’re with me is that the fact that you know that I love you! You’re not gonna wanna touch me or hug me the same way you did because that’s all you’re going to be thinking” You yelled, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“And DON’T think that this was a fucking easy week for me either! I haven’t slept at all! And I think about is YOU! And about how I fucked everything up between us because I could keep my fucking mouth shut!” You wiped away the tears that kept coming.

Roman stood there, biting his lip as he tried to hold back tears. He ran a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” You said, taking a few steps back before turning around and walking back towards your house.

“No! You don’t get to walk away like that!” Roman said, grabbing your arm and turning you around.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to leave me like that! Damn it! I fucking love you too! Okay! I’ve loved you for so fucking long! You have no idea what it felt like when you said that loved me! I never told you because I didn’t think you loved me” Roman said, wiping away your tears.

“You love me?” 

“Yes, I do” 

Roman pulled you close and kissed you. The kiss was hard and needy. His lips moved against yours with urgency. 

When he pulled away he reseted his forehead against yours and pecked your lips. “And don’t ever be sorry for telling me your feelings”

You nodded you head a little. “Ok” 

“I love you, Y/N”

I love you too, Roman” Roman hugged you tight against his chest, reseting his chin on your head as you reset you head against his chest.

“Let’s get you back to the warm house and into bed. You need to sleep” Roman said.

“But I want coffee. I don’t wanna go to sleep alone” You said into his chest.

“You’re not having coffee nor are you going to sleep alone. I’m going to be there when you go to sleep and I’m going to be there when you wake up” Roman said.

“Okay” You mumbled, not arguing with him. You knew that you need sleep and when Roman tells you you’re not having something, he means it.

“Come on then” Roman said, puling away and taking your hand.

You walked beside him and reseted you head on his shoulder, smiling.


Hope you like it! I’m sorry it’s so long! I got carried away! No one gives me a creative go ahead!

Long Distance ~S.M.~

Summary: you and stew are in a long distance relationship.

Requested: yes

Writer: tristyn

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Having you’re boyfriend halfway across the country sucked.

I was currently in LA because I’d just moved out here. My boyfriend was waiting to finish his senior year of high school in Nebraska.

Stew staying in Omaha hurt like hell. I loved him more than anything else and I just wanted him here everyday.

I was going over to Nate and Swazzs house today because they’re my support system with out stew.

I walk in the front door and immediately smell weed.

“Hey lil ma. Wassup” Swazz says as I sit on the couch.

“Nothing” I say just watching tv. I didn’t really feel well. It’s been 4 months since I’ve last seen Stew. I just really missed him.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Nate asks me setting his blunt in the ashtray.

“I just really miss stew.” I say starting to tear up.

“Awe y/n/n. It’s okay. He’s coming in a few weeks and you’ll have him for 2 weeks.” Nate says hugging me.

“I can’t wait a few weeks. I want him. I need him. I haven’t held him in 4 fucking months. I’m sick of seeing him through my fucking phone.”

“I know y/n. But please hold on. I hate seeing you like this. We all do. It’s going to be okay. He misses you too. But that’s the thing about long distance. It’s only going to make you both stronger” Swazz says looking at me.

“Thank you guys. I’m gonna go home and go to sleep. Love you both” I say before heading home.

I walk upstairs and throw on one of stews shirts and some PINK shorts. I crawled in bed and texted Stew.

Stew💖😍❤️: I know you’re in class right now but I really miss you and I wanted to let you know I love you so much before I take a nap ❤️😞

I then drifted off to sleep dreaming about my lovely boyfriend.

Stews POV

“Bro you gotta come down here. Find a way to get out of class. I’m buying your ticket right now.” I was currently on the phone with m older brother Nate.

“Fine. I’m at lunch right now so I’ll go home and pack then go. Why are you doing this?”

“Your girl came over and cried about how much she misses you. Now hurry. Your plane leaves in 3 hours” Nate says before hanging up.

I walk back to my car and drive home to pack.

*skip plane ride*

I step off the plane to see Nate and Swazz. I walk up and hug them.

“Okay. That’s enough. Y/n is still sleeping and probably will be for a long time. So I’m gonna drop you at her place and you’re gonna surprise her.” Swazz tells me as we get to his car.

The boys hand me roses and a large teddy bear to give to y/n.

We arrive at her house and the boys remind me of what to do.

I walk in and go up to her room. Her door is open and I hear her moaning. I stand at the door watching for a second.

She had just my shirt on while she pumped her fingers in and out of her covered pussy. It made me hard just thinking about it.

“fuck stew. Right there” she yells as she cums. I see her walk to her bathroom and wash her hands. As she walks out I walk into her room.

“Miss me babe?” At my voice her head shoots up and she smiles.

She jumps at me and tackles me in a hug.

“I missed you so fucking much Stewart Maloley.” She says sobbing into my chest. We’re just laying on her bedroom floor holding eachother.

I sit up and kiss her. She kisses back and neither of us let go.

“I missed you too y/n. I swear I couldn’t last any longer without you baby” i whisper to her.

She reluctantly gets up and looks at the gifts I brought her.

She grabs the bear and looks at me.

“I’m gonna name him Stewart.” She says proudly.

“You named the last one Stewart.” I said laughing at her.

“Well I’m changing his name to um Pookie” she says nodding her head.

“What a terrible name” I chuckle grabbing her by her hips and pulling her close to me.

“Doesn’t matter. Cause now I can cuddle you” she says leaning her head on my chest.

“Don’t think I forgot about what you were doing princess” I whisper and bite her ear softly, making her shiver.

She was about to have a long night.

Twenty Reasons/A Riarkle Fanfic

This is an AU I was inspired to write where Riley is the one who fell in love with Farkle in the first grade. Forewarning: this is very angsty.

Riley’s phone started buzzing as she got out of bed to get ready for a new day - the day before her eighteenth birthday, to be exact. “Farkle?” She answered, throwing her school bag onto her desk, trying to stuff her books in.  

“Hi almost-birthday girl,” he greeted, she could practically hear his smile, ”I’m at your house waiting inside my car, you do realize it’s eight twenty, right? We have school in ten minutes.“

“Okay okay I’m coming,” she muttered, quickly packing the rest of her things and heading down the stairs and through the door.

Riley slides in the passenger seat of Farkle’s car, letting out a deep sigh, her eyes slightly closing in the process. Another birthday, another wish that will never come true. It was almost painful to look at him. That jaw and those eyes. If you just said it, that one word, then everything would be okay -

“Is everything okay, Riles?” Farkle asked, concern lacing his voice. She is about to respond when he places his larger hand over her own, tracing his thumb over it in a circular motion. It was always like this when he touched her, the heat. Touching Farkle was like touching flames, and he was desperate to burn her to the ground. As always, she swallowed her feelings.

Something had indefinitely changed between them over their last year of high school together. Farkle was Riley’s rock, and she was his. It had always been this way since middle school, but it somehow became more. Little did Farkle know, Riley had loved him way before last year. Way before the girlfriends. Way before her. The girl who had broken her best friend ’s heart into pieces, causing him never to want to experience love again.

“Yeah, it’s just -“ Riley sighed, “school is going by so fast, you know? I just want everything to slow down.”

“Is It because you’re afraid of losing Maya?” He asked carefully.

“Yes.” No.

It’s because another year is going to pass where I wish you would just tell me you love me, that you would just say that four letter word. But you won’t.

*Flashback*

“I think I’m in love with her.” One. Two. Three. Four. Five. “Riley? Did you hear me?” Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Riley slowly turned around to look the boy she loved, who was standing near her bay window. She smiled the best fake smile she could give. “Farkle, I’m so happy for you,” she choked out. Turning back around when he gave a questioning look. He knew her too well.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing. I can’t wait to meet her,” she lied. So many lies these days, so much for never lying to each other.

*Present*

“So how do we keep this from Riley?” Asked Maya, leaning on Farkle’s locker before their history class, Riley’s birthday was tomorrow, and Farkle had planned out a surprise party for her with the gang.

“Keep what from Riley? Now you guys are keeping secrets from me?” Riley questioned, coming up behind Farkle with a teasing smile on her lips, but he could tell it was fake. It never quite reached her eyes.

“We just heard the cheerleading team got cut,” lied Maya, “and we figured you’d be upset, so we weren’t going to tell you…”

“Why would I care? It’s not like we’ll be here next year anyways. We’ll all be moving on with our lives. Maybe it’s time I should start moving on with mine and stop wishing for things that’ll never happen. “

“What does that mean?” Asked Farkle, his eyebrows forming a frown.

“Never mind, I have to go, I’ll see you guys later,” Riley avoided, walking in the opposite direction.

* Flashback *

The pitter patter sound of the rain got louder and louder as the sky turned an ugly grey that Thursday evening. Riley tossed and turned, trying to get a good night sleep. The sound wouldn’t stop, though, it seemed like it only got louder the harder she tried to sleep. It almost sounded like someone was tapping -

“Farkle?” she jumped out of bed to see the soaking wet boy outside her window who was knocking furiously, not even bothering to look at her. He didn’t look like himself at all. The boy she knew was always collected and put-together, but this boy looked terrified and fragile and - broken. She hauled him through the window, causing him finally look up at her, his eyes swollen and tired.

“I’m s-sorry  - I just wanted to s-see you-“ he sputtered, his arms shaking, and his wet hair sticking to his face.

“Farkle, what happened? What’s going on?”

“She -“ he gasped, “she- cheated on me,” he let out, his expression almost horrified.

Riley crouched before Farkle, wrapping an extra blanket around his shoulders. “Look at me. Do you know what you would say if this were me, If I was the one in your room at two in the morning, shaking and crying?”

“W-what? What would I say?”

“You’d say ‘everything is going to be okay, my darling. I promise’.”

“So?”

“So everything is going to be okay,” she assured, pulling him tightly into her arms, “I promise.”

*Present*

“I just wish he would say something, Maya. I can’t bear it much longer.“ Maya and Riley were sitting her bay window, her head on Maya’s shoulder. It seemed like Maya was the only she could tell her feelings to, these days.

“Honey, just try to understand from his perspective. His past girlfriend cheated on him after they dated for two years. He was in love with her,” she replied, “and also, just because he doesn’t say he loves you, doesn’t mean he’s not thinking it. That boy would go to hell and back for you.” Maya explained, rubbing small circles on her best friend’s back. “So? Will you come to Farkle’s tonight to hang out?”

“I don’t know if I want to see him.”

“He’s our best friend. You’re going to have to talk to him sometime. You need to tell him how you feel.“

Maya had told Riley she would meet her at the party although Riley would have rather gone with her to ease the awkward tension. After Maya left, she decided to call a guy from her sociology class who had asked her out a few days back and had seemed nice, she supposed. She needed to move on, she told herself. How hard could it be? She slowly knocked on the door, anticipating Farkle to open it, but when no one answered, Riley slowly turned the handle. As soon as the door flew open - Maya, Zay, Lucas, Farkle, and the rest of her school friends flew up from under the table, their hands going up in the air.

“Happy Birthday!” They all yelled in unison. Maya had told Riley that Farkle was having a small get together but they had clearly overdone it. Streamers filled the room with her favourite colour: purple. There were purple flowers, a purple cake, and purple balloons strung across the room. Riley’s favourite part was the ceiling, though. Somehow Farkle had managed to hand-craft all the constellations up onto his ceiling, with white twinkling lights. It was breathtaking.

“I think Farkle went a little overboard with purple, personally,” remarked Zay, striding over to Riley, “but happy early birthday sugar.”

Riley thanked him with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, still astonished at the sight around her. Riley glanced over at Farkle, their eyes locking on each other, his face lighting up for only a moment before his eyes slid to Liam, who was standing beside her, causing his smile to falter. Right. The date she brought.

Liam cleared his throat beside her, “do you want me to get you something to drink?”

“Sure, that would be wonderful,” she smiled, looking over at Maya, who was giving her curious glance. She shrugged it off, mostly because she was hoping to avoid drama tonight. All she wanted was just one night to have fun no matter the circumstances. Throughout the evening, every person came and greeted her, wishing her a happy birthday and, smiling and chatting about how the year was almost done. The one thing she didn’t want to talk about, go figures.

She snuck a glance at Farkle again, who was sitting with a blonde girl from school. Popular, beautiful, and flirting with Farkle, her hand lightly touching his knee and a bubbling laugh coming from her perfectly glossed lips. Farkle caught Riley’s eye as she went to turn away, causing a dark red to crawl up her neck. Who cares, Riley. He doesn’t, so why should you? But as she looked up at the hand-crafted constellations covering the ceiling, she thought otherwise. Maya’s words he would go to hell and back for you echoed in her mind until it blocked the rest of the world out.

*Flashback*

“Why don’t you just sleep here tonight?”

“What?”

“Sleep here tonight. I’m sure your parents will be okay with it. Plus, it’s getting late,” Farkle suggested, coming out of the bathroom in his pajamas. He threw her a pair of black sweatpants and a baggy shirt, giving her a quirky smile.

Riley swallowed nervously, “well I guess I could,” she decided, running the sweatpants in between her fingers, “I’ll call them now.”

Riley paced the bathroom, her cell phone ringing, and ringing. She already knew the answer her parents would give her, and that’s what scared her the most. The phone finally stopped ringing as her mother’s voice rang through the speaker, “Riley? Is everything okay?”

“Mom, I’m uh - I’m going to sleep at Farkle’s tonight. Is that okay?” She asked, biting down on her thumb in the process.

“Well sure, Riley. He’s one of your best friends, so I don’t see why not. Your father and I trust you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Click. Riley sighed, running her hands through her hair, looking at the clothes Farkle gave her on the bathroom sink before deciding to throw put them on. They smelled just like pine and soap; it engulfed her.

Riley closed the bathroom door behind her as she walked back to Farkle’s bedroom. “You can sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep on the chair,” he suggested, taking one of the pillows and shoving it onto the cushioned seat.

Riley let out a shaky breath, nodding in agreement. She slid into Farkle’s bed, lying her head on his pillow, facing him. Farkle sat sideways in the cushioned chair, his eyes coming up to meet hers. She sighed, closing her eyes. Somehow, she ended up feeling more at home in Farkle’s bed than in her own. It was late, and she was tired. The world went black.

It was 3:00 am when Riley woke up to Farkle shuffling around in the chair, clearly uncomfortable. Riley stumbled out of his bed, the floor freezing on her bare feet. “Farkle?” she whispered, shaking his shoulder.

“What?” he muttered, his eyes opening and closing as he tried looking at her. Riley pulled him out of the chair and brought him to the other side of the bed. He looked more awake now, standing before her, his hair messed up as he gave her a lazy smile.

“Riley, I can sleep in the chair, it’s fine.”

“No, you can’t. You’re uncomfortable. I am ordering you to sleep in the bed with me. No questions asked.”

Farkle let out a huff before giving in and sliding under the covers. Riley got in on the other side, facing the boy she loved more than anything. Farkle’s eyes opened, catching her staring at him. The small blush that crept on her cheeks was barely noticeable in the darkness. She could see his eyes, though. Those baby blues that caught her attention so easily.

“Riley?” Farkle whispered, his voice echoing over the silent room.

“Yes, Farkle?” she hummed, her hands tucked under her right cheek.

“Do you believe in soulmates? You know, like someone who was made to cross your path, and no matter what path you choose you are always led back to each other?”

“Yes. I mean - I think that there is that one person in the world who is just supposed to get you. You know? They understand you on a whole different level. They are your other half.”

“Well, I disagree. I don’t think people have a person who they’ll love forever. Love never lasts, and all it causes is pain and heartbreak.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong.”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because I think I’ve experienced it.” With you.

*Present*

Maya plopped down beside Riley, searching her best friends face. “Well? Are you going to talk to him or are you going to sit here and just look at the wall?”

Riley glared at Maya, giving her a knowing look. “What, Liam?”

No. The other one. The one that you’re so madly in love with.”

Oh. Well, you see, that one is currently flirting with a blonde in the corner, and I’d more rather not go and interrupt.”

“He’s just doing that to make you jealous because you brought Liam as your date for the party he threw for you.”

“Yeah? Well, two can play this game,” she remarked, before strutting over to where Liam and Zay were talking.

“Can I borrow you for a minute?” Riley asked Liam sweetly. Maya watched the two of them interact before looking back at Farkle, who was beginning to excuse himself from where he was sitting with the blonde girl, and was now walking towards Liam and Riley.

Liam put his hands around Riley’s waist, pulling her closer until they were only inches apart. Riley decided she would kiss Liam. She deserved to be happy. Why did It seem as though the universe tried to keep her from being happy? She leaned in closer to Liam, her mouth forming a shy smile and -

“I don’t remember inviting you?” Riley and Liam jerked their heads towards Farkle, both their expressions confused. Farkle looked past Riley, staring straight at Liam, his eyebrows raised. He looked…angry?

Heads turned to see the drama that was surfacing with the host and Riley’s date. The two boys continued to stare at each other. “What is your problem with me?” Liam questioned, puzzled.

“I want you out of my house,” Farkle demanded. Riley looked at Farkle in astonishment. She had never heard him be so forward and rude.

Liam looked towards Riley, who still had the same shocked look on her face. “I’ll walk you out,” she muttered, leading Liam out the door, but not before shoving Farkle hard on the arm causing him to stumble back.

As soon as the cold air hit Riley, she let out a deep breath she didn’t even know she had been holding in. All of the guests starting piling out Farkle’s house, quickly wishing Riley a happy birthday before heading on their way, leaving just Liam and Riley on Farkle’s front steps.

“Sorry about that I don’t know -“

“You’re in love with him. I know.”

“Oh no -“ she started, “it’s not like that -”

“It’s okay, I get it,” he nodding knowingly, “I know how it feels to be in love with your best friend. I’ve been there,” he explained, before standing up, giving her one last smile, and then heading down the street.

Riley sat on the steps a few minutes more, afraid to confront Farkle. Everything was always so difficult when it came to them, these days. Riley knew as soon as she went back into the house, hell would break loose, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself.

She eventually dragged herself back into the house. Farkle, who was talking to Zay, Maya, and Lucas spun around to meet her stare, his furious expression mirroring her own. Anger. Her emotions began to spin out of control - how dare he be angry with her. She was going to explode any minute, and this time, she wouldn’t hold back.

“Well? Aren’t you going to yell at me? Tell me how much of a terrible friend I am?” Riley challenged, walking a bit closer to him, her voice raising in the slightest.

“No.”

“Well say something, Farkle. Because you looked as though you were going punch my date in the face a few minutes ago, and now you look like you have something to say, so please, tell me how you’re feeling. I really want to know,” she taunted, resting her hands on her hips, her voice much louder now.

“I have nothing to say to you, Riley,” he retorted, his hands clenching at his sides. Fine then. If they weren’t going to talk then, she’d have to communicate a different way. Riley walked straight over to the dining room table, sticking her hand through her perfectly decorated purple cake. Her friends, including Farkle, eyes widened. They knew what was going to happen next. Riley stomped over to Farkle, shoving the handful of cake right into his face. Maya quickly pulled Lucas and Zay out of the room, quietly telling them Riley and Farkle needed to work out their problems on their own.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, you asshole!” Riley yelled, going to grab another piece of cake to throw at him,“it’s not fair to me! I have been waiting for the last three years for you just to say it, to just say those three words and then when I finally have a date, you choose to make a scene like you have any right to do so?!”

“Riley -“

“Do you think I want to be in love with you?” she interrupted, “trust me, I try not to love you every day, but I always end up loving you ten times over! I hate being in love with you! I hate watching beautiful and smart girls flirt with you and having to pretend I don’t care! And I hate it when you tell me you’ll never be in love again because of what happened with -“

“Don’t you dare say her name-“

“Oliva!” she screamed, “but I’m not like her! So just stop! I’m not like her, and I never will be. Maybe that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s because you’ll never love me like the way you loved her.”

“What are you talking about, Riley? Do you think I threw this entire party just for the hell of it? I did it for you. Because you’re my best friend and I wanted to show you how much I love you. Because I’m in love with you too!” Farkle cried, his expression unreadable with the cake covering his face, “I’ve been trying to tell you.”

“Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it, if all these years proved anything,” she countered, her jaw clenched.

“You know what? Forget it. Here’s your birthday gift but I guess it doesn’t matter because I’m sure Liam got you something nicer,” Farkle remarked while grabbing a rectangular shaped present from his pocket and slamming it down on the table before walking up the staircase, not bothering to look back at her.

“Fine!” She screamed as he walked up the stairs, far away from her. My stupid birthday wish comes true, and now I wish it never did.

*Flashback*

“Happy seventeenth birthday, Riles,” Farkle smiled, standing outside her front, his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you Farkle,” she beamed, before reaching into his arms for a hug.

“I got you something, but you have to promise me you’ll open it after I’m gone,” he whispered in her ear, before pulling a small box from his school bag. He put the present in her hands, his fingers slightly touching her own, sending electricity up her spine.

“Okay. I promise.”

Farkle gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before heading towards his car, give her one last smile before driving away.

As soon as she got into the house, she murmured goodnights, and I love you’s to her parents before crawling into bed, the present clutched in her hand. She slowly unraveled the bow on top of the small box and carefully taking off the lid. Inside the box was a silver necklace with two pendants on it - mars and pluto side by side with little stars dangling on each side of the chain and a small “F & R” engraved on the back. Mars and Pluto finally together.

*Present*

That night Riley lied in bed with the unwrapped silver box clutched in her hand. She had been debating all night whether or not she should open it and it was now two in the morning. Farkle still hadn’t called her or climbed through her bay window. Maya had insisted on staying over to comfort her, but she knew she needed to deal with this on her own. She needed to be by herself, at least for tonight.

Riley let out a deep breath, before slowly ripping the wrapping paper off of the rectangular package. It was a black leather notebook - about the size of her hand. She turned to the first page of the notebook.

Happy Birthday, Darling. She read on.

Twenty reasons why every person on this earth needs their own Riley Matthews:

1. She’ll do anything for you. She is so loyal, and it is by far one of her best qualities.

2. She is smart as hell and is not afraid to prove it to you. Trust me, I know.

3. She surprises you in ways you didn’t know possible. In a good way, though.

4. Somehow you’ll never seem to get enough of her. You could spend every waking moment with her, just sitting there in silence, because that’s how comfortable you are around each other.

5. When she’s your best friend, you get this remarkable smile that no one else receives. I pray to God everyday everyone has someone that smiles at them like that, because there is no better feeling than the one I get in the stomach when she gives me that smile.

6. She’ll take the time to know everything about you - whether it is your stupid rituals, or your habits, or your favorite food, she’ll take the time know it. And she’ll remember it all. Don’t underestimate her.

7. She’ll be there for you, always.

8. Always.

9. She’ll defend you from all the terrible people in this world - and there are a lot. But she’s proven that there are also extraordinary people in the world, like her.

10. She likes to dance around her bathroom pretending to sing in her toothbrush without a care in the world when she thinks no one sees her. Trust me; it’s adorable.

11. No matter what time of the day it is - early morning, or late at night, she’ll pick up the phone if you call. She knows it’s important, and that’s enough for her.

12. She’ll make you a better person.

13. She makes you feel lighter like you can do anything and be anything.

14. She believes in you, no matter what it is. She’ll be the one sitting in the front row, cheering you on, even if she knows you’re going to lose, she doesn’t care. She’ll believe in you no matter what.

15. She’ll challenge your opinions, and make you think about life from a different perspective than you ever did before.

16. She never, ever gives up. God, she is so stubborn, but that’s what makes her admirable. You can see the determination in her eyes when she wants something, and she won’t stop until she gets it.

17. You argue all the time. Because you have opposite opinions on everything - but that’s what makes your relationship so special -you balance each other out.

18. She see’s the light in everything. Every. Single. Thing.

19. She’ll help you to experience love in it’s purest form. Because no one loves you better than your best friend. No, scratch that. Your soulmate.

20. She’ll put her feelings aside for the sake of your happiness, even though she’s in love with you. If only she realized you’re the happiest when you’re with her.

I love you, Riley.

No, that’s a lie. I’m in love with you, Riley.

I’m in love with you, Riley. Riley didn’t even realize that by the time she was finished reading, she was sobbing so hard her head hurt, and the pages were soaked and smudged, but she didn’t care. He loved her, but it didn’t matter now. They screwed it all up.

Topanga came rushing in Riley’s room, an alarmed look on her face. “Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked, hugging her daughter as she continued sobbing.

“Mom, I love him so much,” Riley blubbered, clutching the little notebook tightly in her hand. She said no name, but her mother knew.

“Oh, honey,” her mother cooed, tightening her arms around her, “I know.”

Okay but I want Keith to sing softly into Shiro’s ear as they go to sleep. Keith being the big spoon, arms wrapped around Shiro and holding his hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb to reassure him that he’s there.

I want Shiro and Keith waking up in the morning, hair a mess and lazy nose nuzzles before one of them yawns.

Shiro trying to find relatable memes online and showing them to Keith who is near to death from laughing and being confused. Shiro throwing cheesy jokes around and Keith nudging him for it. The both of them happy and laughing with each other over something small.

Shiro and Keith playing games together all cuddled up on the couch, Keith ultimately winning in them and Shiro giving his boyfriend forehead kisses after his big win.

There's Someone for Everyone

Summary: Y/N has always been use to people asking her how tall she is. Being 5'10 is more than average for a young woman, and it bring her a lot of attention. But that attention never seems to include romantic interactions. Sam is going to prove her wrong, sometimes you just gotta wait for the right guy. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader 

 Pairing: Sam X Reader 

Warnings: Fluff, make out session nothing to serious 

 Request:  Hi, I really like your writing and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is taller than a normal girl maybe 5'10 and thinks men don’t like her cause of her height. But Sam has a crush on her and loves her height?-Anonymous   

 A/N: Oh my God this one holy crap, this was freaking a lot of fun. The request kinda took off in my head and I couldn’t stop!

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

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