Types Of Friends When A Boy Fucks You Over (PT.3: The Finale)
The Blac Chyna- Funds the money for the make-up line you have been wanting to get started so, you can focus on something positive and productive. The two of you settle on the name ‘FuqBoí’ for the brand. For being a form of inspiration she sends your ex a check. The check is made out for ‘$00.01″
The Vivica A. Fox- Verbally annihilates him using nothing but SAT words at his new girls pool party. Takes a bottle of Patrón and CÎroc from the bar and makes her exit. Comes to your house and gets you turnt with the bottles and gives you a play by play of everything that happened
The Ciara- Tells you to block his number and block him from all social media. Has her hair stylist make you a wig like hers and has you working out with her in the gym five days a week. A few weeks go by and she photographs you in a boudoir shoot and posts them to social media. Ends up getting you noticed and you get booked for a music video
The Patti LaBelle- Comes over to your place and bakes you a cake and two pies. Prepares enough food for you that could feed the whole family at the reunion. Has your ex come to your place so you can have closure, plus she has a few words for him. He gives you an apology and explains his actions. When he’s done, she catches him eyeing the food and says to him “I know your behind not thinking about fixing a plate. Ya bettah think about fixing that attitude of yours before you get bust upside the head”
The Solange- Some random person sees her beating up your ex and starts to record it. It is posted to vine and goes viral
The Keke Palmer- She never liked your ex in the first place. Lowkey wants to flatten his tires and break his arms but, focuses on you instead. Enrolls the two of you in hip-hop dance lessons
The Diana Ross- Tells you that you are far too fabulous to concern yourself with an uncultured buffoon like him. Books the two of you a trip to New York City. Has you shopping for eye catching ensembles from thrift/costume shops. Takes you to hit up the underground club scene and everyone there loves your outfits and wants to take pictures with you.Ya’ll end up trending online
The Gabrielle Union- Infiltrates your ex’s family and ends up dating his brother. Sabotages any potential relationships your ex could have. His brother goes along with it because she got him sprung
The Missy Elliott- Is a popular youtuber. Makes a dope music video about how weak your ex’s dick game was based off of what you’ve told her. Innuendos are all over the place. Choreography is fire. The song gains mainstream popularity and his mama now has it as her ringtone whenever your ex calls her
The Trina- Spams all his instagram pics with the comment “fuckboy”
The Amber Rose- Instafamous. Tells all her instagram followers not to fuck him cause he’s a bitchass. Your ex goes through a sexual drought
The Lynn Whitfield- Runs his car off the road at 9 and casually drives to her brunch meeting at 10
The Octavia Spencer- Knocks on his front door. He let’s her in, they walk into the kitchen. She tells him there are no hard feelings and gives him her “special” pie
The Lisa ‘Left Eye’ Lopes- Will burn his house down
The Aaliyah- She runs into your ex at the Foot Locker. Tells him how she is so incredibly disappointed in his actions and that he needs to take a look at what kind of path he is taking in life because, he can’t go around hurting people that love him unconditionally. He feels so bad he starts going to church every Sunday to build a relationship with Jesus
The Lupita Nyong’o- Takes you on a trip to Spain so you can clear your mind. She’s not even worried about your ex
The Joseline Hernandez- Uses permanent spray paint to write “PENE PEQUEÑO” on the windshield of his car
The Brandy- Sends you a text telling you to stop “sittin up in your room”. Picks you up and ya’ll have a beach day. She catches the owner of the bar two of you are at on the water eyeing you and encourages him to talk to you. Takes a picture of the two of you talking and sends it to your ex from your phone
The Zendaya- Your ex contacts her first because he knows she will send him a 3000 word essay in MLA Format with an introduction, body paragraphs and a conclusion, with direct quotes and a bibliography page to go with it. She doesn’t care what he has to say and goes with her usual formula anyway
The Tamar Braxton- Bumps into him in the produce section at the grocery store. Makes the loudest cackle because she has been ready to run into your ex. Goes the hell off and he tries to tell her to calm down cause people are staring. Responds with “Whatchu mean calm down? What you worried about them for? You don’t know them! What you needed to be worried about was your relationship!” Wraps up the whole encounter with “You lucky I am a child of God”
The Pam Grier- Shoots your ex then, takes you dancing later
The Jackée Harry- Roasts your ex. I’m talking FATALITY level roasting. He ends up deleting all his social media accounts and moves out of state. Even at his funeral she’s still dogging him and even the pastor slips out a chuckle
Victor+Yuuri Dads™ Headcanons because it’s Easter and they would be good Dads.
They’re married for about 3-4 years when they first start talking about it.
Victor has always wanted kids. Ever since he was a senior skater helping the juniors he has loved little kids. Combine that with it’s his and his huaband’s child??? like ofc Victor would want a little Yuuri.
Yuuri has been pretty neutral on it at first. He was there for Yuuko when she first had the triplets so he has some experience with babies, but he was always too focused on his career to really consider it (or dating for the matter.)
They bring it up a couple of times after getting married, but both know it would be a struggle if they started the process while skating, commenting, and moving.
They end up retiring in Hasetsu for about a year when Victor brings it up during their anniversary. They talk about it for months and (Yuuri may see a photo of a chubby baby Victor with a silver puff of hair and a heart shaped smile during this time) they decide the time is right for them.
I won’t go into in depth details because this is mostly them being dads hc’s, but i think that Mari ends up being the surrogate+Victor the donor. (Yuuko kindly reminds them that she had triplets. Trip. Lets.)
She’s born in July, has a flyaway jet black hair, brown eyes, and Victor’s smile. Yuuri holds her first and just sobs and Victor holds them both (Also sobbing). I’m bad at names so (Ur hc name here)
She’s a chubby, babbles ALL THE TIME, and Makkachin is super protective of her. He’ll flop next to her crib, play pen, and blanket boofing quietly wagging his tail while she babbles at him. Victor has so many photos of this on his phone.
Both Victor and Yuuri grew their hair longer while retired which leads to their baby finding out how FUN it is to tug on hair. According to Mari Yuuri did the same thing when he was a baby. (hence why a younger Mari did the big chomp the first time.) She cries and doesn’t recognize Victor the first time she sees him after the big chop. Victor is heartbroken.
She has Victor’s heart shaped smile and the first time yuuri sees it he’s gone. His favorite photo is Victor and her cheek to cheek with matching grins and Victor cooing “Yuuri! She looks just like you!”. It’s the first photo Yuuri posts to Insta of his daughter.
She has a Katsuki everything else. The nose, the eyes, a chubby kid, and Hiroko immediately shows Victor photos of baby Mari and Yuuri to show him how much they look alike. Victor, running on I just had a newborn so no sleep for me exhaustion, promptly spends 20 mins telling his husband in detail how much he loves him and his daughter. Yuuri tells him to go to sleep.
Victor falls in love again at 7 am watching his husband bounce their daughter to sleep singing a nursery rhyme and kissing her head. Yuuri falls in love again at 4 am after seeing Victor cradling their sleeping daughter, with a look of pure love, to his chest.
I wrote this 100% for the mental image of Victor with a baby carrier strapped to his chest, wearing matching sunglasses as his daughter, and sending her coach Dad Yuuri (Whose at work) photos of them being totally kickass on their day off together. (Aka she falls asleep halfway through the day and Victor gets a sunburn because he remembered to cover her in sunscreen but forgot himself.)
Okay, just hear me out. Whether you like Simon and Clary together or not, or whether you want Clary with Jace, or Clary with Izzy, or Clary with nobody, can we just talk about how casually and quickly Simon said “just kiss me, Clary”? There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his mind. To be so in love with someone, and to believe they feel the same way back, that you don’t for a second think that your kiss would not be the key, and then to have that taken away right in front of your eyes? With an audience? The Queen stood there and smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what reaction she was going to get out of Simon. And that makes it worse, because Simon knows that, too. He knows that she did it to show that they always choose their own kind and he will always be second choice. He knows that she wanted him to know the truth so he would take her side. To watch someone that you’ve invested so much time and feelings into kiss another person is bad enough, but for it to be a magical kiss that rescues you from blood thirsty vines? Simon has to live with the knowledge that he would have actually died if Clary hadn’t kissed Jace. In a way, Jace has saved his life again, but at the expense of him feeling like a fool for being so blinded by his feelings for Clary to see that she isn’t over Jace. But it’s so heart wrenching that he didn’t pause, he didn’t trip up, he couldn’t imagine that Clary kissing him wouldn’t set them free. They’re dating. They’re in love. Why shouldn’t his kiss be the one she most desires? No matter how much he loves her, and no matter how manipulative the Queen was, he will never be able to look at Clary again and trust what she says is true. He will always know that there is this underlying love for Jace that trumps everything. And to watch those kinds of emotions play out on someone’s face…..to watch someone come to that realization…..really did put a knife in my heart.
FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE
INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank
you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash@negans-network for creating this awesome concept!
chose the prompt Coach Negan with an OC of colour (Latina/Hispanic). Also, to
avoid anyone accusing me of sexualising my own race again, I AM HISPANIC AND DO
NOT ENJOY BEING SEXUALISED BECAUSE OF IT.
Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US
(18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play.
Could I please request a hot smutty one where betty and jughead have a deal where they can't touch each other for like 48 hours, but they are both teasing each other in that time and one of them breaks (you can decide who) followed by lots of smut. I feel slightly embarrassed to request this 😂
love, love, love this one! Again sorry for the wait, i want to do all your ideas justice so sometimes it takes a while to churn them out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this love and thankyou for your support and encouragement on my work! I love you x
YOU CAN LOOK BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH:
It was hot. More than
hot actually, in fact Jughead was almost positive this summer was more akin to
hell on earth.
It was early July and the heat had already exceeded
Riverdale records, making it clear they were on track for a sweltering,
unbearable few months.
And for the teenager whose wardrobe mostly consisted of
layers, flannels, denim, and leather and of course the renowned beanie the heat
wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.
Jughead groaned, head hitting the back of the vibrant
leather booth he was sprawled across. The curser on his laptop screen blinked
at him obnoxiously- a reminder of the words that would not come.
The agitated boy glanced around the crowed diner, finding
even more cause for frustration. It seemed as though half of Riverdale’s
population had decided to seek refuge in the Chok’lit Shoppe, making it a
little harder for Jughead to enjoy the air conditioned space he felt even more
at home in than his foster house.
Just as he was spiralling into another brooding monologue
about the woes of wanting to get a refill but dreading losing his booth, the
bells at the entrance chimed, signalling the arrival of another patron.
It wasn’t just any patron though; it was the one bright spot
in this god awful summer. It was the one thing that was making all his
suffering, completely and utterly worth it.
And that was Betty Cooper, clad in a tiny sundress that
showed off her gorgeous, long, tan legs.
Her eyes scanned
briefly around the crowded space before landing on Jughead; lighting up when
they met his and skipping happily over to his booth.
“Hey you,” he greeted, unable to keep the smile off his face
in her presence.
“Hi,” Betty returned sliding in beside him before placing
her lips over his.
Jughead relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of her
lips which were much more refreshing than any cold beverage could have been.
As she pulled away Jughead couldn’t help but notice the dewy
glint on her skin, the heat obviously affecting her too. He licked his lips, unable to resist the
enticing sheen and wanting nothing more than the trace the column of her neck
with his tongue.
sisko: has extremely artistic bongs which he designs himself and blows from glass and displays in his rooms. only he and jadzia are allowed to touch them. jadzia: smokes fat blunts every day and that’s that on that. has a room full of rare heirloom bongs passed down from previous lives. kira: jadzia convinces her to try a brownie once and she has a legendary bad trip. she fractures bashir’s arm and the brownie tin bashir: writes prescriptions for his friends because otherwise no one comes to talk to him. o'brien: very casual smoker. only does it socially. has a scip for stress. keiko: the minute that o'brien leaves in the morning she’s in the bathroom toking up. smokes a shit ton of weed with her bajoran botanist friends all the time. quark: keeps all his drug paraphernalia locked in a secure safe at all times so that odo won’t find it. still stoned a lot. odo: keeps finding out his friends smoke weed and being absolutely devastated. in total moral uproar. eventually he gives in and tries it and it doesnt even work garak: has transcended weed and is doing seven types of cardassian hallucinogenics on the regular worf: keeps getting into fights with jadzia because he refuses to smoke with her. jake: smokes very casually, but increasingly often. it helps the creative juices flow. nog: keeps buying oregano from ‘dealers’. jake and nog smoke it together but nothing happens. after joining starfleet, he gets high once with jake and ziyal but has a panic attack
and stops forever. ziyal: smokes solely to relax or with jake. gets really good weed from mysterious sources. ezri: only takes up smoking to deal with her anxiety. comes into her inheritance slowly. rom: tries a joint with
a beer with chief o’brien
after work once
and never forgets it. weyoun: gets sold oregano and pretends like he’s feeling the effects of it. this works on every single weyoun iteration.
“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”
Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.
“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”
Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.
Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in
aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the
he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.
So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.
“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”
Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.
“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind
The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.
With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.
I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —
Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.
Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like
was the one reading minds now.
“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”
“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.
“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”
Well, there went his last hope.
Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts—
really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals
—but it was better than a constant deluge of them.
There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.
“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”
“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”
“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”
“How long should that take?” Scott asked.
“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”
“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.
Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —
“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”
“Please do,” Derek muttered.
The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.
Request: By the lovely @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl, “Hey could you do one where the reader has a dog and she talks about it a lot, and to Bucky it seems like she has a boyfriend, but in reality it’s just her dog. Thanks!”
She walked into the kitchen and took my breath away as usual. I smiled at her as she approached me and sat down at the island.
“So what are you up to today Y/N?” I questioned casually, hoping that she’d say she was free. She grinned and turned to me.
“Well I thought that I was probably gonna go and hang out with Jasper,” she beamed.
“Who’s Jasper?” I didn’t recognize the name and was curious. Was he an old friend that I just didn’t remember her mentioning?
“Oh, he’s new around here and super cute! I was planning on taking him for a walk around central park to let him get familiar to the area,” she smiled. It was obvious that she was fond of this Jasper guy. All of my confidence deflated. I was planning on finally asking her out today. I’ve been trying to build up the courage to do so for months now.
“Oh well have fun, I guess,” I mumbled trying my best to sound sincere and failing miserably.
“You alright Buck? You seem off.” She reached out and touched my shoulder. My skin burned under her palm.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said and shot her my best smile. She must’ve bought it because she smiled back and stood from her seat.
“I’ll see you later? Yeah?” she asked.
“Sure,” I grumbled and waved at her as she walked to the elevator.
I didn’t notice Nat in the room until I let out an angry groan and she started laughing.
“You make it really obvious Barnes. Everyone sees the way you look at her. I’m almost positive that she likes you back. You should seriously consider asking her out,” Nat sang as she sauntered out of the kitchen. *******
Y/N had been going on and on about how great Jasper was for about two weeks now. I was entirely fed up with the guy and I had never even met him. It was obvious that she was infatuated with him. It was really a wonder that I hadn’t seen him around the tower with her before. She was chatting with Wanda in the living room when I walked in and sat down.
“-going on a trip,” Y/N said. I caught the tail end of her sentence.
“Is Jasper coming with you?” Wanda questioned her.
“Yeah, I bet my parents will love him!” She beamed excitedly. He’s already going to meet her parents? What the hell, they just met two weeks ago. I started to feel sick.
“The only problem is that I’m going to have to drive the whole way there and the whole way back here without any breaks,” she grumbled. This made me even more angry at this Jasper guy. He didn’t even offer to take a driving shift. Her parents live at least 10 hours away.
“Jasper isn’t going to drive at all?” I asked. She seemed amused.
“Well, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to,” she giggled and Wanda joined her. This guy can’t even drive? Is she seriously dating him? My jealousy overcame me so i decided that it was best to leave the girls to themselves.
I was fuming so I went to the gym to work off all of my pent up anger.
Y/N and Jasper had gotten back from their trip a week ago. It was around 4 o'clock when Y/N shuffled into the common room. She sat down next to me on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I glanced at her and smiled in greeting. She smiled back.
Her close proximity was doing bad things to my hormones. It was like my feelings for her grew every second that I was near her.
She started to ask me how my day was going but all I could think about was stupid Jasper. Every time I would try to have a normal conversation with her, Jasper would pop into my mind and ruin everything. He was like a parasite and I just wanted him to disappear.
“So do you want to train with me later? Steve says I need to work on my hand to hand,” she beamed. The intrusive thoughts of Jasper made my attitude turn sour. Before I knew it, I was incredibly jealous.
“I don’t know? Can’t Jasper train with you?” I snapped at her. Her eyes went wide.
“Bucky what is going on?” She questioned clearly shocked by my anger. I immediately felt bad for snapping but it was too late to backtrack now. It’s not her fault that she has a boyfriend. I can’t get mad at her for it.
“I’m just tired. I’m sorry for yelling,” I apologized. She didn’t deserve my anger. I just wanted to retreat to my room to wallow in my self pity in peace.
“Bucky wait! I know when you’re lying to me and you are definitely lying to me now,” she said firmly so I turned back to her and shifted my gaze to the ground. My mind was racing. I didn’t know what to say. It was true that I was lying to her. She could always tell. I sighed heavily and then spoke. I was going to come clean.
“It’s just- well it’s just that I really like you. I know you’re with Jasper and it’s not fair for me to be jealous when you were not mine to begin with and-”
“Wait, you’re kidding right?” She giggled and threw her hand up to cover her smile.
“Y/N this isn’t funny. I’m trying to be honest with you!” I said. The confusion was evident in my voice. Was the idea of dating me really that funny to her?
“Oh my gosh Bucky, you think I’m dating Jasper?” She asked still laughing.
“Yeah why? You make it pretty obvious,” I grumbled, her laughter was embarrassing me.
“Come with me,” she smiled and reached her hand out to grasp mine. Holding her hand felt so right that I wasn’t strong enough to pull away, no matter how annoyed I was with her for making fun of me.
She led me into the lobby of the tower and had F.R.I.D.A.Y call us a cab.
“Where are we going?” I asked still slightly annoyed with her but grateful that she wanted to spend time with me at the same time.
“You’ll see in a minute,” she stated.
The cab ride was short and we soon pulled up in front of her apartment building. She led me into the lobby and up to her floor. She swung the door open and a playful labrador puppy ran up to me and started nibbling at my jeans. I squatted down to pet the puppy. He was adorable.
“Bucky, this is Jasper,” she stated and my head whipped around to look at her.
“What? This is Jasper?” For a moment my brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. I was dumbfounded.
“Now it makes sense why you wouldn’t just ask me out like Nat said you would! I thought you just didn’t like me back, while all this time you thought I was dating some guy named Jasper,” she was laughing even harder now than she was back at the tower.
“Oh my gosh and you actually meant it when you asked if he was going to drive to my parents house. I thought you were kidding,” she giggled but then looked to me stricken on the floor trying to comprehend what I just heard. Her laughs faded away and she reached down to help me stand up.
“Bucky, how could you not tell how absolutely infatuated I am with you?” She questioned and looked directly into my eyes. She held the sides of my face with her small hands and after raising her eyebrows in question and seeing me nod, brought her lips to mine.
I sighed into her mouth. It was better than I ever imagined it being. We broke apart only to breathe.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I said as I rested my forehead against hers. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“And to think that all this time I was jealous of a little puppy,” I said more to myself than her.
“Yeah yeah mister, now how about we discuss your obliviousness to my feelings for you over some food instead of in my living room. If I’m not mistaken, we have some lost time to make up.”
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egobang :: m :: game grumps :: arin wakes up in a parallel universe where he married dan instead of suzy.
(i’ve had a number of requests to repost this, since i pulled it from ao3 a few months ago! it was originally posted last april, and have been really heartened to hear how many people enjoyed it since it was taken down. so in honor of april fool’s day, my take on Wake Up Married:
It’s not like Arin’s never thought about it–him, Dan. Arin’s had a few dozen thousand very gay thoughts about Dan, because Dan is Dan. Dan’s not just unconventionally attractive, he’s hot, he’s scorching to such a degree that Arin would worry that if Dan actually got his mouth on Arin’s junk that all the ball hair would be singed off by sheer proximity. If Arin hadn’t met his soulmate at age fourteen, eyes locking across the crowded hall of an anime convention, he’d be the first to admit without any hesitation that Dan would probably have turned him totally, completely into a brunch-loving, pastel-wearing cock sucker. Dan would have full dibs on his butthole, and there’s no shame in knowing it.
requested by @deerprongs (ily <3) wow this ended up being long af
Lily actually met Sirius in first year and they got on pretty well until she found out he was best friends with James
They didn’t interact much beyond pranks and arguments because Lily found it hard to be around the pair of them without getting homicidal urges
That is, until the time she hexes him in front of all the other third years and Sirius isn’t sure whether to be angry or impressed as tentacles come out of his ears
He chooses to be impressed
They finally get close once James starts to clean up his act
Showing they care about each other through insults and name-calling to the point where people who don’t know that’s just how they are are slightly alarmed by the endless banter
The pair of them taking Astronomy together and going up to the tower to study the stars
“Hey Sirius, is that the star you’re named after?”
“Evans, I’m offended. The star was named after me.”
It’s during one of these night study sessions, on a cloudy night where it was nearly impossible to see anything anyway, when Sirius admits to Lily that he just as equally got kicked out of his home as he did run away from it, and although he puts on a brave face because he knows it’s what people expect from him, he’s not sure he’ll ever amount to anything but a disappointment
Sirius gets a Howler at breakfast the next morning and ignores it thinking it’s from his mum but then the envelope explodes and Lily’s voice shouts “SIRIUS BLACK, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW YOU’RE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND I REALLY VALUE OUR FRIENDSHIP, YOU’RE GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS!”
It means more to him than she’ll ever know.
“You know you’ve got my support no matter what, right? I mean it, I’ve got your back.”
Sirius constantly talking James up to Lily with things like “he’s such a great Quidditch player” and “wow hasn’t he gotten so handsome this year?”
“Are you in love, Padfoot?” :P
Always rating things the other does out of 10
Lily tripping and spilling her books across the hall and Sirius shouts “8/10, excellent form!” from a few feet away
Sirius burping and Lily scoffing
“3.2, that was so weak, Black.”
Lily admitting to him that she would say yes if James asked her out just one more time and Sirius leaps up so fast he makes her jump, then bolts to find James with a long call of “PROOOOOOONGS!” as he runs down the corridor
Huge groans whenever Lily mentions James after they start dating because bloody hell, he thought smitten James was bad but it never occurred to him that smitten Lily would be 10x worse
But let’s be real we all know Sirius is the Captain of the Jily ship
In fact he has just as many Lily stories to tell at the wedding as he has about James
Like the time Lily helped him bewitch the benches in the Great Hall to appear solid, only to have every student fall right through them onto the ground
Lily is the only one allowed to give Sirius a haircut
She’s actually giving him a haircut in her and James’s living room when she casually drops the pregnancy and godfather bombs on him and James is in the background, just beaming.
Sirius leaps up causing Lily to snip wayyyyy too big a chunk of hair but he doesn’t even care, he breaks down crying because he’s just so happy and then oh god they’re all crying and laughing and sniffling as they hug
“Stop crying, you sap!” “I will when you do!”
Sirius’s blood runs cold when he hears that Voldemort found them.
It isn’t Snape who holds Lily’s body that night, it’s Sirius.
Because as heartbroken as he is over James, his brother, the fact that anyone could actually want to kill kind-hearted, gentle,laughs-like-a-tinkling-bellLily makes him lose all faith in humanity.
So he sits there, legs bent at awkward angles because they simply collapsed from under him when he walked in that room, and he’s holding Harry in one arm and Lily’s limp hand in the other, rubbing his thumb on her skin and staring blankly ahead with tears pouring down his face for what feels like years
And it’s that memory that haunts him most in Azkaban.
summary: the four times farkle doesn’t say he loves riley, and the one time he does.
author’s note: my computer is being so irritating so i had to post this w my phone so sorry if the formatting is gross!!!!! the formatting on ao3 is fine and the link to my ao3 profile is in my bio.
It’s freshman year and Riley is trying out for cheer, again. Even though she made it last year, she still wasn’t satisfied with her “pity acceptance” and vowed to make it this year (I have to prove myself this time Farkle. We’re in high school now, it’s the big leagues), but for real this time.
The whole gang was going to come and support her again but everyone besides Farkle was preoccupied. Lucas and Zay had football practice, Maya had independent art study with Mr Turner, and Smackle was tutoring Yogi in biology. Farkle also had plans, the robotics club was about to make a huge breakthrough with their most recent endeavor, but when he saw the way her face fell when everyone bailed, he couldn’t do that to her. He knew that if she knew he had somewhere else to be, she would make him go, so he made sure she felt like his number one priority. At least, that’s what he told Smackle when she accused him of having feelings for her (again).
“She’s our friend, Smackle. My best friend actually, and I promised her I would be there for her. Always.”
“I thought I was your best friend, dearest? Match made in heaven?”
“You’re my girlfriend. There’s a difference.”
Smackle pretended his comment didn’t sting, and didn’t question it further.
He was gathering his stuff from his locker when she anxiously floated over to him the day of the try outs. She looked adorable in her high ponytail, pom poms in hand. Not that he noticed.
“Farkle, I’m so beyond nervous!” Her words zoomed off her lips as they walked to the gym. “I’ve been working with Zoe all summer, you know that, but what if it’s not enough? These girls have made this their lifestyle and I only started this summer. I want this so bad, my head could burst.”
“Riley,” he paused, stopping them and grabbing her hand, platonically, “You’re going to be great. You have never failed at anything you put your mind to. Don’t freak out, Riles. I’m going to be in those bleachers cheering you on the whole time.”
She looked up at him with her big, doe eyes, “Always?”
His heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability so he squeezed her hand, “Always.”
Her try out went great, he knew it would. She danced and laughed and even though she tripped at least seven times, she had more cheer than anyone there. He reminded her of that when they sat outside of the school waiting for their ride as she cried into his shoulder. As she cried, he held her tighter than ever before. Platonically.
The results got posted the next day and Farkle picked Riley up in his dad’s car even earlier than Cory could have taken her so they could wait outside and eat bagels. She wanted to be the first one to see the list, and for Farkle to be the second. When the school finally opened, Riley ran to the bulletin board outside of the gym before Farkle could even make it two feet inside. When he got to the bulletin board, she was standing in front of it, motionless.
“Riles,” he began cautiously.
“I, I made the team,” she whispered as if she didn’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth.
It took him exactly .2 seconds for him to run to her and sweep her into his arms. She giggled wildly as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, embracing her as they celebrated this triumph.
Setting her down but not letting go of her, they looked at each other from a dangerously close perspective. His breath was heavier than he ever wanted it to be when he was around her, and her face was flushed pink with something she could only describe as pure exhilaration. Of course, at the time, she blamed it on the good news.
“Riley,” he paused, I love you,“I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him in a daze, I love you too “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
That night, he thought about the words he thought in that moment of pure bliss and reminded himself that it was platonic. They had said it a thousand times.
So why could he not say it then?
Freshman year quickly turned into sophomore year and sophomore year brought more challenges than any of them could imagine.
After the London Debacle the six had faced at the end of the last school year, Riley and Lucas had decided to stay broken up and a long three months later, Lucas and Maya had decided to put themselves, and everyone else, out of their misery and try dating again. They were now almost four months in things had settled. They were happy. Everyone was happy. Until the night that Smackle became very unhappy.
“Really, Smackle, I can leave. I don’t want to get in the way. I shouldn’t have come anyway.”
Smackle and Farkle were having a fairly innocent make out session in Farkle’s room when Riley barged in with bags full of snacks and all of the back to the future movies in hand. Ever since Maya and Lucas had started dating, Farkle had been there for her to lean on and she naively didn’t notice the effect it had on Farkle and Smackle’s relationship. That is, she didn’t realize it until she saw poor Smackle freaking out on Farkle.
“No, Riley, you’re fine,” Farkle said for the umpteenth time that night. Riley could very clearly see that things were not fine, that she was most certainly was not fine and that she should leave, so why did she believe him? Why did she take her word for it and sit there, knowing it was only making things worse?
Smackle scoffed, “Classic.”
Farkle’s finger were going to town on his temples, trying to soothe his mind in anyway possible, “Isadora, if you have something to say then say it.” He never called her by her full name.
“Fine,” she began, stronger than a bull, “If you want to really hear it then here it goes. Riley is using you, Farkle, and you’re letting it happen because you’re too nice. Ever since Lucas and Maya started dating she has needed someone to be there for her 24/7 and you became that person. But guess what, babe? I need you to be that person because you’re my boyfriend,” she paused and turned to Riley, “You hear that? My boyfriend. I get that things have been hard for you Riley but things get hard for everyone and you’re not the center of the universe. You don’t have dibs being treated right and you definitely don’t have dibs on being treated perfectly by my boyfriend.”
“You don’t get to talk to her like that, Smackle!” Farkle’s hands were balled and his neck was bright red. Riley had only ever seen him like that the time that Maya’s dad showed up drunk to one of her art shows over the summer. He was always the first one to start swinging for his girls but she wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. Smackle was right, she was being selfish.
“Farkle! Enough!” Riley yelled as she stood up and walked in between them, facing Farkle. “She’s right. I mean, for God’s sake it’s a Friday night and I barged in here with no warning just assuming you’d be available. That’s selfish, Farkle. Don’t defend me. Your relationship with Smackle is more important than my bruised ego. I’m going to go now,” she turned to Smackle, “I really am sorry, Smackle. I hope you can forgive me and realize that I never meant to hurt anyone,” she paused for a moment to gather herself, “Right, I’m gonna go now. So sorry. Ok, bye,” and with that, she slipped out the door and slid down against it, letting her head fall into her palms.
What the hell is wrong with you, Matthews? Get it together.
She woke up the next morning with a knock on her bay window.
Groggily and even more clumsily than normal, she made her way from her bed to open it up and let whichever one of her friends had decided to disturb her slumber this time. However, when she saw it was Farkle, she instantly sobered up.
“It’s seven am, what are you doing here?” She asked with a yawn.
He scooted in and sat next to her, head in his hands, “Smackle dumped me exactly six hours and forty seven minutes ago. After you left we kept talking and then talking turned to arguing some more and then arguing turned to tears and tears turned to slammed doors. I can’t believe I messed things up with her so bad.”
Riley’s heart broke at the sight of him. Now that she was really paying attention, she noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as yesterday and his hair was sticking up in every direction besides the one it was supposed to be.
She sighed and put her arm around him, resting her head against his crouched frame, “I’m so sorry, Farkley. This is all my fault. Do you want me to talk to her?”
He laughed dryly, “Actually, I feel like you’re the last person she wants to talk to. Well, second to last, actually. I think you’ve finally beaten me at something,” he joked as she playfully shoved him.
The two sat in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies.
“Are you wearing bunny pajamas?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Excuse me for not expecting company at seven am.”
Silence fell upon them again.
Until Farkle was, once again, the one to break it.
“It wasn’t your fault, ya know. I’m the one that kept putting everything before my relationship. Don’t feel bad about it,” his voice was a whisper and she could tell he was incredibly serious and even more so remorseful at how he handled things with Smackle.
She sighed and started fiddling with the loose strings on the friendship bracelet she made him for his birthday last year as a joke. She ignores the fact that he never took it off, “You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want but the way she looked at me just goes to show that it was. She had every right to look at me like that.”
“Riley, you’re talking as if you’re a homewrecker.”
“I might as well be. You two were the best couple I had ever seen and here I come in like a bulldozer, messing everything up.”
He laughed the littlest laugh at that, it was just so absurd for Riley to think that she was anything less than perfect, “If we truly were the best couple, then some weirdo girl in bunny pajamas wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”
This made Riley laugh and bury her head into his shoulder, which felt like a victory.
I love you, “You’re the most important person in my life,” so much, “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”
I love you more, All she did was smile at him and continue fiddling with his friendship bracelet.
New Years Eve was a time of revelations for the group of six. Sophomore year had finally reached the halfway mark and the friends were celebrating with another New Year’s Eve party. However, to avoid the bad luck of the eighth grade party, they had changed locations to Maya’s apartment. Katy and Maya moved in with Shawn into a much nicer place about three blocks away from Riley and it seemed like the perfect location so Zay, Smackle, Farkle, Riley, Maya, and Lucas, along with the rest of the class of 2020, set up shop and got the party going.
Midnight was in exactly three minutes when Farkle found Riley on the roof of the apartment building. It was rare how bright the stars were shining that night.
She was leaning against the railing, head dreamily placed in the palm of her hand.
“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked as he mimicked her stance.
“Just how glad I am that this year is about to be over, and all of the possibilities that next year has to offer. 2018: the year of hope.”
He smiled warmly at her optimism, it had always been one of the many things he had loved about her. But up until recently, he thought it was all strictly platonic. But, when him and Smackle broke up a month and a half go, he began to realize that he had been lying to himself all along. It was never strictly platonic. It was hardly platonic period. Farkle hadn’t just loved Riley since the first grade, he had been in love with her since the first grade and he hadn’t been able to shake the realization since. Especially not with them being alone on this rooftop and her cheeks being as red as the day he first almost told her he loved her. It was all of the almosts that made him realize that it was more than friendly. Because friends don’t need almosts.
After a little bit of silence and a whole minute of the countdown gone, Riley asked, “What are your resolutions this year, Farkle? Now remember, nothing is too big.”
He looked at her and then he looked back up at the night sky. My resolution is to get the girl. “I don’t know. What’s yours?”
Nervousness suddenly washed over her as she looked down at her glove clad hands and then back up at him, “Promise not to laugh?”
“When have I ever laughed at you?”
“Almost everyday!” She joked, causing him to laugh out loud.
“Ok, ok I promise not to laugh. But hurry up, there’s only twenty seconds until midnight.”
Between the time it took for him to finish talking and for her to build the courage to speak, the time had dropped to ten seconds. They could faintly hear the countdown from their party downstairs.
She looked at her hands and whispered quietly, “I want to fall in love.”
“What?” He couldn’t hear her above the countdown.
“I want to fall in love!” she screamed giddily to the streets of New York City as the party downstairs and all across the east coast screamed “Happy New Year!”
With the new knowledge of her resolution, he didn’t waste another second.
I love you. He kissed her.
I know. She kissed him back. I love you more.
Riley and Farkle weren’t dating. Unless you call him giving her rides everyday, waiting for her at her locker, and sneaking kisses under the bleachers in between classes dating. Because if that what dating was, then they were definitely doing it, and had been for the entire second half of sophomore year, the whole summer, and the first few months of junior year. But they would go to the grave saying that nothing had changed. They even said so when Farkle showed up to school with a hickey peeking through the collar of his shirt after a long weekend. The same long weekend that Riley had told Maya she was busy the entire time of.
“Hey Farkle, what’s that on your neck?” Zay asked at lunch that fateful Tuesday back at school, trying to feign innocence.
Maya sat down next to Lucas and decided to join in on the phone, “Yeah, Minkus, what is it? Did you ‘fall’ again?”
However, Farkle didn’t back down easily, and he had been playing Maya and Zay’s games for a few years now, he was no Novice. “Actually, it is. In fact, it looks just like the bruises that were all over your neck freshman year right after you and Lucas had made it official. You must have ‘fallen’ a lot too. What a cowinky dink,” he finished as he took a bite into his apple, giving a smug look to Maya who just glared in response.
“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” Riley asked as she sat down, right next to Farkle of course. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my physics class and ask a question. That class is so insanely difficult it’s driving me cra-” she halted as she saw the death stare Maya was giving Farkle, “What’s happening here?”
Without looking up from his casserole, Lucas nonchalantly explained, “Farkle and Maya are slut shaming each other.”
“Are you serious? That’s the third time this week!” Riley sighed annoyingly, hitting Farkle on the arm.
“Hey! It’s not my fault that your girlfriend keeps coming at my bruises. It’s not my fault that I uh, fall down a lot.”
Maya snickered from across the table, making Farkle snap his head back to her direction.
“What’s so funny, Hart?”
She laughed harder and then tried to calm herself down, “Woo, man,” she wiped tears from her eyes, “I just think it’s hilarious how easy it is for you to call Riley my girlfriend when I’m not even the one sleeping with her.”
Suddenly, the whole table turned to a ghost town aside from Maya’s uncontrollable cackling. Riley sunk her arms and Farkle’s ears, neck, and chest turned bright pink.
“Oh my,” Smackle squeaked from next to her boyfriend of three months, Zay.
Lucas wrapped his arm around Maya and looked at the group awkwardly, “Alright honey I think that’s our cue to leave. Bye everyone,” he said as he ushered a still laughing Maya away from the table, grabbing both of their trays in the process.
“Yeah uh, Iz I think we should head out too. You promised me you find that one book in the library, remember?” Zay said, very clearly trying to make a break for it in anyway he could.
“No, I have no memory of this.”
Zay opened his eyes wider, signaling urgency. Finally, Smackle caught on, “Oh yes. That book,” she fake remembered. “Let’s go,” and, with that, they ran off after Maya and Lucas.
It was quiet for a little bit, with Farkle trying to piece together what had just happened and Riley trying to find the courage to come out of the hiding place under her arms.
“Well. At least Maya and I won’t slut shame each other anymore?” He reasoned weakly, as he stared at his unfinished peanut butter and jelly.
“Hey, I mean, this isn’t that bad,” he continued, swiveling to face her this time, “I mean, it’s not like we were keeping it a secret or anything. Were we?”
Finally, Riley uncovered her face and looked at him tiredly, “I don’t know Farkle. I mean, we’ve been together but not together for like nine months now and we’ve never even talked about what we are or what we’re doing or where we’re going. What are the rules here?”
Farkle’s mouth was dry. He never brought up the talk because he didn’t want to scare her away. Neither of them had ever been good at relationships and now that he had her in his grasp, he didn’t want to lose it.
“I didn’t realize that there were supposed to be rules,” he trailed off.
Riley scoffed and gathered her things, trying not to let the tears fall in front of him, “Yeah well you also didn’t realize that all I want is to be your girlfriend. And they call you a genius.”
And then, it was just Farkle at the lunch table, and it was his turn to hide and groan.
Over the past nine months, Farkle’s bay window visits had grown substantially in frequency, but this time he was nervous. It probably had something to do with the fact that he hated himself for ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he ignored that and tapped on the locked window. She must have known that he would try to stop by.
“Go away, Farkle,” he heard Riley snap, muffled slightly by the glass.
“Please, Riley, can we just talk about this? Unlock the window, please.”
He rested his head against the window in frustration and sighed, You really did it this time, Minkus.
And then suddenly, his head was no longer on the window, but inside of Riley’s room, landing with a thump.
“Sorry,” Riley apologized, completely deadpanned and full of zero remorse.
He climbed in and rubbed his forehead, “It’s fine. I deserved that.”
She had moved back to her bed and was facing the wall in front of her instead of him, clutching a pillow, “Yeah. You did.”
Farkle then noticed that the pillow had mascara stains on it and his heart sank so deeply.
“Riley, I know I handled this whole situation, you and me, the complete wrong way. I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. I just got so caught up in how great things were I forgot or didn’t realize how amazing things could be if we just talked about it. I was selfish. I didn’t want things to get ruined so I strung us both along for almost a year and I’m sorry. I understand if you never want to talk to me again but,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, I love you, “But, please just know that I would never want to hurt you.”
Her eyes broke away from the wall and turned to him. She saw how tired he looked and it had only been three and a half hours since they had last spoke. She knew she shouldn’t let him off that easily, but she also knew she wanted nothing more than to have him hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
“Farkle,” she began as she moved off of her bed and next to him, clutching his hand into hers. The bracelet she had given him had lost almost all of its integrity and color, but it was still seared into his skin. “You’re not selfish. I didn’t speak up either. But being scared isn’t an excuse, for either of us. So, right here, right now, we need honesty. One hundred percent, complete, and total honesty.”
He smiled at her, “I can do that.”
Placing her free hand over their conjoined ones, she whispered, “How do you feel about me? Am I just a nine month long booty call to you?”
He scoffed, “Of course not. Are you serious right now?
She looked incredibly serious.
“Oh my God you are serious. Alright, well. No. You’re not a booty call. You never have been and you never will be. You’re my best friend, and you’re also everything I’ve ever wanted or needed out of a partner, a teammate. Riley, you’re everything to me.”
“But you told Smackle that being a girlfriend and being a best friend are different,” she asked warily.
“With her, they were. Smackle and I never had what we have. We have,” he turned to face her and grabbed both of her hands, “We have history. We have a near life long bond. For us, being best friends and being more isn’t that far of a stretch. Name one thing that is noticeably different from before.”
Riley giggled and traced the bruise on his lower neck, “Well, this is certainly a new development.”
He laughed and grabbed the hand she was using to trace the bruise and brought it to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. “Besides that, nothing has changed. We are still us. Late night movie marathons, bagel runs, and mix cds, everything that we had is still what we have. And what we have is perfect.”
“But what is it that we have? Are we dating, are we friends with benefits? What is happening?”
He looked into her eyes deeper than he ever had before and drop his voice to a more serious tone, “What do you want?”
“I wasn’t lying when I made my resolution this year. I wanted to fall in love.”
The past tense stings, “Oh, well what do you want now.”
“I don’t want anything more. I already have you,” she pauses and smiles at him, “My resolution has been fulfilled.”
His heart stops and then starts going again at a mile a minute.
“Wait so does that mean that,” he was trying to stay calm but he couldn’t help the goofy smile breaking across his face.
“Yes. I love you, Farkle Minkus,” the goofy smile mirrored on her face as they giggled ridiculously.
“I love you too. So, so much,” he held his hands and kissed her knuckles again, “Since the first grade.”
She smiled back at him, “I can’t believe it took us ten years to get here, and the whole time we were right under each other’s noses.”
“I know, and now we’re dating,” he said with his smile wide and smug.
Her eyes widened with excitement and she squeezed his hands a little tighter, “We are?”
He laughed excitedly, “If you would do me the honors then yes, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Beyond honored actually,” he paused, “I can’t think of a word that means more than honored right at this very moment, I’m a little flustered,” Riley laughed at that, “But yeah, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Riley cheered as she wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in for an embrace.
They stayed like that for a little while until Farkle started giggling.
“Why are you laughing?” Riley asked as she pulled back to look at him.
“I just think it’s funny that we did everything so out of order. We kissed, had,” his voice dropped to a whisper as a joke, “sex, and said I love you all before we started officially dating. Why are we like this?”
She laughed too, resting her head against his shoulder, “Oh well, I guess. Who cares. We’re together now,” she looked back up at him smiled.
He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers, “I’m never going to get tired of saying ‘I love you’ to you.”
Smiling and leaning in to kiss him, she hummed against his lips, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. I mean, it took you long enough.”
Namjoon fluff where you bring good luck and Namjoon brings bad luck (bc
of his clumsiness) and you both are tired of it so when you two meet
everything balances out.
Genre: Fluff / Romance
The world was
a harsh place for those who weren’t on good terms with luck, oh if Namjoon
knew. He was a loner by choice, because not many people wanted to be around
someone who attracted accidents and misfortune with only showing up and
breathing, his only companion had been the bad luck weighing on his shoulders,
floating around his form like a dark cloud while he went tripping and crashing
on almost everything he could do so.
his best to be attentive, to not let his clumsiness take everything around him down,
but it was as if he carried a curse of sorts. He remembered complaining about
his bad luck out loud when he was younger and his mother was around, she had
laughed softly and told him that he could make something out of it, to make
that bad his and turn it into a good thing and in all the years that followed,
Namjoon was still trying to do what she’d told him, trying to find his strength
in every broken cell phone and lost shoe.
particular morning he was feeling hopeless and annoyed, there hadn’t been any
rain announcement but there he was, drenched from head to toe because he went
out and the clouds decided to play a joke on him, he’d lost the bus to his
seven am class so he was also going to miss a test that was going to cost him
twenty percent of his final grade if he was lucky, and he was never. Namjoon
sighed, squeezing a corner of his shirt while he was almost at the bus stop,
only to have a car driving fast by a rain puddle and getting him even more wet.
shit! – he groaned at the same moment you were arriving to the bus stop. He
noticed your presence because you laughed at his outburst and then you were
taking a small towel out of your gym bag and handing it to him.
like you need it–
dumbfounded at the towel and then at you smiling prettily, yes, he needed it
and for the first day of his life, he didn’t feel so stuck on his bad luck.
It’s been six months since he began coaching his youth team and amazingly, Andrew still wants a child of his own. He thought if anything would put him off, it would be a crowd of Exy-crazed, hyperactive youngsters, but apparently things will never be that simple for him. Every time one of them is too rowdy, gets too close to him, or turns on their teammates, his perfect memory can’t help but gift him flashbacks of sharing lemon sherbets with Clara on Dan and Matt’s sofa, finishing off entire tubs of ice cream in the hospital with Molly before the nurses could catch them, and most of all the careful, intuitive way both kids would act around him; Clara had offered a hug as opposed to giving one, and Molly had never taken anything for granted or assumed Andrew would have the same rules on each visit.
Molly had mentioned adoption once, asking Andrew if he and Neil would ever have kids. He didn’t think Neil had thought much of the question until Andrew had paused for a few seconds too long before answering, “we have cats.” He wondered if his oblivious partner was finally catching on, but was still reluctant to mention it. It didn’t seem like a realistic enough goal. He was almost hoping the adoption wish would just be a passing, fanciful phase, mainly so he wouldn’t have to bring it up with Neil.
Andrew feels something akin to guilt, when he considers this. He doesn’t keep things from Neil; this is the first thing he’s withheld in years. He wonders if it’s because he feels out of place, thinking about this. The idea of being a father feels wrong to him; he’s never done well in families he was forced into. This isn’t something he can plan; it has to be a combination of circumstances that leaves no room for debate. It was the same when Neil brought the cats home. They were dirty, flea-ridden and bedraggled, one of them missing an ear, but once Neil had made up his mind to take care of them, they became part of the household instantly. After a month, it was like they had been there forever.
It feels like that with Neil sometimes, in a way. It’s not that Andrew can forget his childhood, but the times after he met Neil are always clearer in his mind. He has never considered that they will ever part ways; Neil is a permanent fixture on whatever path he chooses. He always has a part in Andrew’s plans.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
It was the squealing of little children that woke you the next morning. With a groan, you went to move your pillow over your head when your hand came into contact with a warm and naked chest. Lifting your head up, you found that you were using Jensen’s chest as your pillow, your legs tangled with his as his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.
Glancing at the clock, you saw it was past nine in the morning. It didn’t surprise you. Both of you had stayed up late, talking about nothing and everything, enjoying each other’s company, feeling somewhat free of the past. Jensen seemed more light hearted, carefree then he had before, and you were coming to realize how important his talk with Danneel had been.
Request: HI!!! i love Lift sm it’s so good may i request something where fem!reader is an assassin and is using steve’s apartment in brooklyn as a sniper nest to kill a bad guy bc her intel told her that he’s not going back from a mission until next week but steve comes home early bc the mission was easier than they all thought and he finds the reader just looking through her sniper and stuff gets awkward? Thank you ily!!!
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A/N: First of all, thank you so much for requesting. Secondly, I kind of went off the tracks and made this into some kind of sappy drabble and I apologize! :’)
She knelt down before the door, glancing behind her quickly before turning her focus to the gold-colored lock before her. She dug out her lock picking gear and placed them in the keyhole, twisting them in place with ease due to much practice, the door creaking open.
The place was just like she had imagined yet all the details were still new to her. Her eyes followed the colorless photographs hung up on the wall, the flowery wallpaper and the old furniture. It seemed out of time yet a few things would stand out. The kitchen appliances for a starter, the laptop on the kitchen table for a second.
She wanted to ask headquarters if they were sure he was away, but she didn’t want to question them. She had done too much of that during her past missions. She just wanted to be sure, but she ended up making a fool out of herself as headquarters were always right.
“I’m at my location. Getting in position now.” She informed through her earpiece upon seeing the living room window. She swung her gear off of her back and opened up the long and narrow bag.
“Copy that, Alpha. Target arriving in T minus 4 minutes. Team Omega at stand by.”
She screwed the tripod base until whole again, propping it in front of the window before starting to put her sniper rifle together. She was swift, knowing exactly where each piece was going. She placed it on the stand and lowered the aim for the window on the fifth floor in the building across from the one she was in.
Her heartbeat slowed down as she took long and deep breaths. Her aim was good, her gear was in place and her senses sharp. All she had to do was wait for the target.
She had only accepted the mission as she felt it was so personal. She wasn’t much for working in big cities. It came with too many complications which meant she had to take extra many precautions. It became tiring in the long run, but the mission she was on was far too personal for her to rely on someone else to take care of it.
As she sat there, right eye scanning through the scope, she was suddenly put in a headlock. She inhaled sharply and her hands flew to the strong arm wrapped under her chin.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked, relief washing through her at the same time as embarrassment.
“Steve.” She choked out, her voice strained from the lack of air she was receiving. “It’s me.”
He dropped her and she stumbled forward, gripping onto the wall for support as she coughed. “Y/N?” He said, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to spin around. His tense muscles eased as soon as he saw her face at the same time as his curiosity and confusion peaked. “What on god’s green earth are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” She tried to retort as if she was in any position to do that. To her luck, Steve was Steve, so he answered her question.
“I came home early from my mission. What’s your excuse for breaking into my apartment and standing by the window with a rifle?” He crossed his arms. She didn’t want to tell him, and she tried to ignore headquarters constant commands in her ear to not tell him, but she couldn’t do that to Steve.
She picked the earpiece out of her ear, walking over to the kitchen counter where an old glass of water stood, dropping the device in it and watching it sink to the bottom before turning back to Steve.
“While you were away, we were given reliable information about a spy who was targeting you. My first guess was Hydra but I honestly don’t know. Either way, we’ve been tracking the fake name he’s been using and followed the purchase of an apartment to right there…” She pointed across the street to the apartment in question. “I was given orders to keep this off the radar, your radar, to be exact. You weren’t supposed to know about the spy or that I had been here to take care of him.”
“So if I have someone on my tail, they don’t even let me know anymore? They keep it secret?” He question, rightfully upset.
“Look, Steve… I know you don’t like the way we handle things compared to yours and the Avengers ways, but I have orders, even if I don’t have someone listening to them.” She glanced towards the dysfunctional earpiece. “I need to do this… For your safety and for my job.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. Y/N and him had a thing in the past, which meant roughly six months before, and although their feeling had far from gone away or as much as faded, they couldn’t stay together. Y/N was dedicated to the service she was in, and Steve was against her killing-methods. Work had in the end been what caused them to fall apart, no matter how much they both hated it, that was the only reason.
“I’ve told you that there will always be a spot for you with the Avengers. You don’t have to continue this life of murdering.”
“Like you haven’t killed a couple of bad guys during your time.” She argued, her voice low.
“I’ve never worked for an organization that kills for money. If they could afford you, you’d kill cheating husbands for grieving wife’s. Sometimes, the lives you take, do not deserve to be taken. You know that your organization is not what it used to be… They might still have some trace of what once was a faction of SHIELD, but you know that they’ve changed, don’t you? I’m sure they’ve ordered you to kill people. People you thought were innocent.”
“Stop.” She put her arms up in defense.
“This is your way out, Y/N.” He pointed to the submerged earpiece. “You can work with the Avengers.”
“I just don’t see how I would fit in with you.” She explained, a battle between two sides going on in her head.
“And so you think you fit in where you are now?” He had a suggesting tone to his voice that caused her eyebrows to furrow together. “Take a look.”
He pointed at her rifle. She eyed him before turning around, slowly leaning down to the scope and centering the window across the street.
“Oh god…” She gasped, standing up and placing her hand over her mouth.
“That safe source your superiors talked about was probably stolen, SHIELD information. “Steve looked to the building beside his own where Rhodes stood in the window. “He moved here after I suggested the neighborhood. SHIELD keeps track of him, of course… And I’m willing to bet my life that your little organization knew that it was no spy that moved in across the street from here.”
She couldn’t find the words in her to tell him something, anything. Her mind was a blank slate.
“Want to know what my mission was?” He questioned like she would have a choice in whether he would tell the answer or not. “Locating a leak within SHIELD that caused Natasha to have her cover blown over in Europe.”
“Bosnia…” Y/N breathed out, remembering having the mission given to her to go to Bosnia and take out an elite Hydra agent, but turning it down for Steve’s spy.
“You see? They’re lying straight to your face.”
“They might as well be Hydra…” Her brain was trying to puzzle it all together.
Steve took a step closer. “We don’t know that, but whatever they are, they’re far from SHEILD. You could be the one who takes them down. You can live in the Stark Tower, or we could go off the grid for a while…”
She shouldn’t have paid attention to it in the moment, but she couldn’t help it. “We?”
His cheeks flushed red. “Well, you and I could go to one of T'Challa’s many hideouts around the world… Reconnect.”
“Is that the word they use for it these days?” She tried to be flirty but he saw the tears well up in her eyes, realization crashing down on her like a harsh wave.
“Oh no, baby… Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against his chest as her first tear managed to slip. God was it heartbreaking to see her cry. He had known her for years, and she had never allowed to show herself weak, ever. She needed to find out she had been working for the bad guys all along to finally break. “It’s going to get better, you hear me? I’m here. We’re going to be together after all. We can take that trip to China that we always wanted, walk the entire Wall…”
She chuckled against him, pressing her check flat against his chest. “You’re so dumb.”
“You love it though.” He smiled. “Admit it.”
She would never.
She looked up into his eyes, hoping he would forgive her for all the times they had fought over her wanting to stay true to the organization she was hired by. She hoped he would forgive her for all the people she had killed. She hoped she would forgive herself for both of those. Perhaps it would take time, but it seemed as Steve was willing to give her that.
thanks for all your recs today sophie, you're a star! I was wondering if you knew of many vacation AUs? bonus points if they're group vacations! :)
Kindred Spirits by @captdevil
Emma Swan hates Killian Jones - he’s arrogant and self centered but she’s stuck with him for the foreseeable future with them running in the same circles. What happens when she agrees to go camping with her friends, Killian included, and what will happen when she has to get in a car with him, alone? Modern AU.
Henry takes pictures of his vacation in Storybrooke, and Emma comes to realization about the role of Killian Jones in her life.
Blown Fuses by @laschatzi AU: Killian Jones is at the airport, on his way to his vacation, when he stumbles over a boy looking for his mother; their start is not smooth. As fate will have it, they have rented neighor beach houses on Cape Cod. Emma Swan is not amused.
Lifted by Love by @seriouslyhooked An 8 part series that follows Emma, Mary Margaret, Ruby and Belle on a girls’ vacation in the white mountains. Killian, David, Graham and Will also happen to be in the same complex. Thanks to some typical male stupidity, the groups cross paths and sparks fly as a result. One part per day of the trip and eventual epilogue.
Definitely Unexpected by unspoken_and_wild
Emma Swan, self-described “loner, loser, and complicated wreck” takes a much needed vacation from her New York City life by doing a home exchange with Liam Jones, a charming bartender from Brighton, England. She could have never anticipated that what, or whom, she would find on her summer vacation was exactly what she had always been missing. (The Holiday AU, summer style)
Not A Bad Thingby ohmakemeahercules
Inspired by the prompt: “I met you on vacation and your picture ended up on my phone. Now I can’t get you out of my head."Emma and Killian are young profressionals in their early 30s with respective emotional baggage. Will a chance meeting at a restaurant in Hyannis, MA lead to what they’ve been mising in their lives?
A Rose in the Deeps of my Heartby @spartanguard
Emma’s visit to her friends in Ireland becomes more than just a vacation when she meets a handsome man in the woods. A handsome man who turns out to me an immortal fae—and helps reveal some truths about herself.
Ship to Shoreby @afairytaleprincess
This cruise was meant to mend their relationship - not tear it apart! Emma Swan is left alone on a ten day cruise after an ill-timed break-up. Is there any way she can salvage this vacation? And just what is it about that first officer, Killian Jones…
if i shiver, keep me warmby @swanisms
The trip had been planned months ago, months before this moment where Emma rests on her knees across from him, hands fumbling with the zipper of her sleeping bag, and her back pointedly turned away from Killian so he can stare at her unabashedly and she doesn’t have to see him doing so. (CS + exes sharing a tent)
p.s.1 Sorry for the delay, Jay. i just didn’t expect that many asks when i left my inbox open for recs. i made you this full, special list so you have one for each vacation for a long time. christmas ones are in their respective list
p.s.2 i haven’t read the second chapter of your fic yet. i love it but i’m gonna wait for it to be completed so my heart has a chance of surviving
Headcanons for Nico’s interactions with other campers before/during ToA:
So after the school year starts and pretty much everyone Nico hangs out with is gone for the most part, Nico by default sends most his time around Will.
Eventually Will is like “go make more friends”.
Cecil spent weeks convincing Nico to help him with a prank because Nico is stealthy af. Nico had more fun pulling the prank than he’ll ever openly admit.
After semi-regular spars, rivalry in capture the flag, and teaming up to save another camper from a random monster attack Nico and Sherman Yang are frenemies.
Will somewhat regrets encouraging Nico to get along with Sherman because it always ends with one or both of them in the infirmary.
Whenever Chiara starts ranting and cussing in Italian, Nico always makes snide comments back in Italian. They also trash talk each other in Italian before/during any camp games.
Nico and Chiara once got into a stupid argument over something trivial. But no one knew that because they both reverted to Italian so all anyone could tell was that they were angry and gesturing wildly.
Everyone was O_O
Malcolm and Nico occasionally nerd out over
One time Nico accidentally killed some plants around Demeter Cabin. He took a trip to the Underworld to ask Persephone to replace the plants. Miranda and Billy were impressed he’d go so far as to ask a goddess for a favor just to apologize.
After that Demeter Cabin is quick to stick up for Nico if anyone starts being a jerk about his parentage or powers.
Austin was actually really intimidated by Nico at first but did his best not to show it because Will is just so happy when Nico is around. Slowly he warmed up to Nico (and vice versa), though Nico’s powers still creep him out.
About once a month someone has to leave camp to stock up on supplies for the infirmary. Will is typically the one to go. Clarisse used to go with him but Nico took over that role when she left for college. (Will and Nico definitely use the trip as an excuse to go on dates.)
However, one time someone got hurt pretty bad right before they were supposed to leave so Will had to take care of that. Kayla ended up taking his place on the supply run.
It was awkward at first because Nico and Kayla had never really interacted before without Will as a buffer.
Then some middle age creep starts hitting on Kayla. She’s just like WTF because spending the majority of the year in camp might prepare you to fight monsters but it doesn’t help you know how to deal with creepy old dudes. (Plus her bow and quiver were in the car.)
Then the creep suddenly turned heel and practically ran away. Because Nico was glaring at him.
Kayla considers Nico her honorary big brother after that.