stupid station

Everyone talks about how shitty and stupid customers are, why don’t we ever talk about the cool ones? 

-Bilingual children translating for their parents/grandparents like a boss

-The drunk guy you had to deny a sale to and he took it so well and maybe even thanked you for keeping him safe

-The random peeps in a long check out line who stop to tell you you’re doing an amazing job

-The regulars who have your back when someone starts giving you a hard time

-Customers who let you know to keep an eye on someone for shoplifting

-Bros who insist on cleaning up their own mess/spill

-The really upbeat/cheery mom/aunt type customer that just kind of brightens your day a bit

Feel free to add, you guys. You know who they are, let’s give them some love.

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“What the hell is wrong with you two” - Patty when she walks in on them half-naked with a fire burning on the floor, probably.

What does "Out....of...Order? mean?"

I really wish that quote was something I made up. I so do. I would feel so much better. Alas, I work retail. Welcome to my life.

My poor, poor coworker. Such a sweet kid yet seems to wind up with the dumbest of the dumb customers. This one was one that nearly made the kid scream in agony.

One of our frosty dispensers had this nice visible red OUT OF ORDER sticker on it when this unfortunate creation that is presently breathing our oxygen appeared. She goes up to the frosty, that one with the visible sticker on it and proceeds to attempt to get a drink from a dispenser that is broken. That went as well as anyone would imagine. She then comes up to my coworker and went “the slushy isn’t working.”

My coworker could only reply dumbfounded with “Yeah….because it’s out of order.”

“Oh…I saw the sign but I had no idea what it meant. Oh. Okay.”

No idea what out of order means….?

Here’s a hint, you gracious waste of human life and oxygen, it means NOT WORKING. NOT FUNCTIONAL. NO LONGER IN SERVICE AT THE MOMENT. WHAT FURTHER HINT DO YOU NEED?

Fuck….I quit. I swear.

the road trip ☼ stiles stilinski

request : hii! love your writing! could you write an imagine where Stiles and the reader are dating and they go on a road trip and just fluff. thanks <3

word count : 2.7K

author’s note : this deviates from the original request in the aspect that the reader and stiles are not yet together, but are getting there. thank you for requesting and for reading !! 

  “Stiles? Any reason why you’re half asleep in front of my locker right now?” Y/N peered down at her friend, whom, as stated previously, was slumped in front of her locker with his backpack curled in his arms and his lips parted in a way that told pretty much everyone he was on the verge of passing out. He jerked awake suddenly, a familiar spasm of flailing limbs that Y/N had seen on many occasions previous to this one. 

   He got to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulder and greeting Y/N with an all encompassing hug that lifted her slightly off her feet because of how tight it was and made her heart do a little nervous flip because of who was doing the hugging. “Sorry, was waiting up for you ‘cause I have a question but then… well, you know the rest,” he gestured to where he had been sleeping just moments before with a little laugh and an awkward rubbing of the back of his neck. Y/N noted that boys do that quite often, from what she’s seen. 

  She touched a hand to the back of her own neck to see if it brought her the same sort of comfort that it seemed to bring every boy she had ever come into contact with, but she just felt odd, so she brought her hand back to her side.  

    “Oh,” Y/N smiled at him, she couldn’t help it, and turned to open her locker as he leaned against the row next to hers. “So, what was the question, buddy?” She prodded, thrusting her bag into Stiles’ hands without warning and instructing him to open it for her. She adjusted her hair in the mirror on the door before chucking it into her bag along with the books she hadn’t bothered to bring home already. She knew for a fact that Stiles had cleaned out his locker ages ago and only insisted on coming back to school every day for two purposes: he had nothing better to do, and he loved the vexed look that would cross Bobby Finstock’s face whenever the man glimpsed the lanky eighteen year old in the hallways. 

    The look on coach’s face was enough to send Stiles running down the hallway with a gleeful look on his face, screaming at the top of his lungs how much he loves Finstock until Lydia’s mother was called out of her office to stop the disturbance he was causing. 

   He had been paying more attention to the side of Y/N’s face than the words coming out of her mouth up until she slammed the locker shut, causing Stiles to flinch and jerk back. “Ouch, Y/N, cool it with the slamming, would ya?” 

   “You were gawking at me like an idiot,” she explained, not letting him justify himself before she continued on, “What was your question, again?” 

    Stiles, struggling to recover from his faux pas but failing due to the new color in his cheeks, placed Y/N’s bag on the ground and made sure it was secure before answering her. “Right, that…” He paused, not sure if he wanted to ask her the question anymore after what had just happened. If he couldn’t manage to keep his cool around her for a mere five minutes, how was he supposed to manage doing so for what was most likely going to be a trip that was a week long, possibly more depending on the amount of stops they made. She waited patiently as ever. Y/N had learned to be patient when it came to Stiles.  

    “Um, well, I was just wondering if you maybe, possibly, wanted to go on a little bit of what sort of is an adventure with me this summer?” Before Y/N could answer, Stiles was talking again. “Well, okay, it’s not really an adventure and it’s more of a thing where I don’t wanna go move into my dorm alone and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me on the drive and help me move in and stuff. It’s a two day drive with no stops but I figure you’ll probably wanna stop and whatnot and that’s fine as long as you’re with me on the trip and then I’ll pay for your plane ticket back I just really want someone to drive with me and also I need you to drive because I lost my license inside that stupid wild hunt train station….” 

   Y/N gaped at him for a second. She was slightly baffled that so many words had just come out of his mouth, though considering it was Stiles and she had known him since the age of eleven, she probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. “You don’t want Scott to come?” She asked, lifting her bag from the ground and holding it securely in her arms. 

    Stiles, now afraid that she had no desire to accompany him on this road trip and feeling sufficiently embarrassed, said, “Oh, that’d be, you know, cool, but Scott’s staying in California and he still wants to stay for his mom and stuff and you were my first choice to come with me, anyway, but if you don’t want to that’s fine I’ll ask Lydia or something-” 

   “Oh my gosh, Stiles!” Y/N exclaimed with a shake of her head, grabbing his arm before he could run away. “I’ll do the road trip with you! God, calm down sometimes, will you?” 

   He scoffed. “Do you not know me at all, Y/N?” 


     “You can’t complain about the music I listen to.” Y/N told Stiles, stern. He rolled his eyes at her, stacking one box precariously on top of another. She had folded down the backseat of her mother’s car in order to make more room for Stiles’ stuff, since he was moving into his dorm as well. They had fit as much as they could in there for now; he would whatever else he needed when his dad came up before the first day of his classes. 

     “As the passenger of this car, I have a right to complain, Miss Y/N.” 

     “As the person driving your dumbass across the U.S. and then driving myself back, you have absolutely zero right to complain, Mieczyslaw.” Y/N laughed to herself as Stiles let out a loud groan, scowling at her from the passenger seat as she climbed into her car. 

    “Now, you-” he shook his head at her- “you’re terrible. Just terrible. I don’t know why I’m best friends with you. At all. I should be given a large present just for putting up with your bullshit.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, Stiles,” Y/N laughed, patting his knee as she started the car. “Just remember, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

     “Stop trying to be Dean Winchester.” 

     “Bitch.” 

      “Jerk.”


       He stared at the empty place in front of her as they sat in the diner. Y/N was sipping on her water, confused as to why he was so fixated on the fact that she wasn’t hungry right now. 

       “You’ve gotta be hungry,” he finally said, glancing down at the generous heap of curly fries that were piling on his plate. He had ordered two plates for himself and combined them without realizing that Y/N hadn’t ordered a thing besides the glass of water she had managed to make last throughout the hour. “C’mon, order something.” She shook her head adamantly. 

      “No, no, I’m not hungry, I swear,” she insisted for the third time that hour. It was also because they had about twenty dollars to their name at this point, and they were only halfway to D.C. and needed the credit card to pay for a motel on the nights where they couldn’t bear to sleep in the stuffy car or outside.

      “You’re too stubborn,” he sighed. Stiles took another look at his fries, called the waitress over, and asked for another plate. He shoved more than half of his fries off his plate and onto hers, pushing it toward her. “Eat, okay? For me?” He gave her a tiny smile as he bit into one of his own fries, and Y/N felt her stomach squeeze when that soft grin was sent her way. 


     She was snoring and Stiles couldn’t find it in him to care. He just didn’t. Nothing she did ever bothered him, or could ever bother him. They were in the car, the air conditioner blasting as high as it could go. They were parked somewhere in some state that Stiles couldn’t remember the name of because he was so damn sleep deprived he wasn’t thinking straight. He figured her snoring was what was keeping him up, but waking her up was something he’d rather not do. Mostly because he never seen someone with a look of such serenity on their face whilst they were sleeping; her window was wide open, a pillow was propped on it so she could rest comfortably, and she was doing just that. She looked incredibly peaceful and calm and happy and Stiles loved this look on her. 

    Well, he had grown to love every look on her, but that was a whole different conversation. 

     He reached behind his seat and grabbed a blanket, placing it over her but still careful not to wake her up. Just in case she was cold. Stiles turned away and slumped against his seat, closing his eyes. He was just being a good friend. It didn’t mean anything, right?


    Y/N wakes up first that morning, her eyes peeling open and staring almost directly into the soft rays of the just rising sun. She feels the warmth on her face, the sky a pink so lovely when she looks at it, it could rival the way she feels when Stiles Stilinski looks into her eyes as if maybe he’s in love with her, too. She had felt his hand reaching for hers in the middle of the night, when she was somewhere in between awake and asleep, and had grasped it in hers as tightly as she could. It was a moment she had wanted to keep locked away in her mind forever. 

    “Y/N? You up?” Stiles called out, his voice still raspy with sleep. He released her hand from his as soon as he had woken up, reluctantly so. She hummed in response, glancing over at Stiles as he struggled to sit up. He had twisted himself into an odd sort of pretzel shape in the middle of the night in an effort to get comfortable. He groaned as his back cracked. “Jesus, that was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been, ever.” 

    “Don’t be a baby,” Y/N said teasingly, sending him a smile. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. It was too early for such a lovely sight, he thought to himself, rubbing his eyes. Stiles playfully punched her arm in response, not knowing what else to do. “No, but seriously, should we get a motel next time we’re too tired to keep driving?” 

    “Yeah, why not? We haven’t used the credit card yet, we should splurge,” he joked, knowing a motel was not a luxury in the slightest. It was still better than their current situation, though. “I’m cheap, though, so we might have to spring for a single bedroom only. Like, you know, with only one bed.” 

    “I know, Stiles,” she replied, seemingly unfazed. 

    “So… you’re cool with that?” 

    Her heart hammering in her chest, she said, “Why wouldn’t I be?” He shrugged in response, secretly just a little giddy. 


    Stiles worriedly peered out the car window, waiting for Y/N to return from the little convenient store next to the gas station. She had told him she needed to grab a few things from the store but they were down to their last five bucks and they had a good two days to go. And Y/N was pretty much always hungry. Suddenly, the door to the shop flew open and Y/N came running out with multiple bags of snacks in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face. Stiles quickly opened the car door and she threw herself inside, shoving the snacks between them and screaming, “GO, GO, GO!” Alarmed, Stiles fumbled with the keys and was screeching out of the parking lot before they knew it. 

    “Did you just fucking steal those?” 

     “We had two bucks left, Stiles!” 

     Laughing hysterically despite the fact that Y/N could have just became a known fugitive across this town, Stiles beamed at her as he drove. He wasn’t technically supposed to be driving, but he wasn’t thinking about that in this moment. All he could think of was- “God, I love you,” he said, louder than necessary and with more force than he ever thought possible. He said it so loud that the words prevailed over the thump of the music pounding through the car speakers, and he knew once the words slipped past his lips he could never take them back. And maybe he didn’t want to. 


   They were in his dorm room now. She was sitting on his roommate’s bed, the roommate that had yet to arrive, and folding Stiles’ jeans neatly because Stiles was hopeless when it came to neatly putting his clothes away. Stiles was putting his books on the small shelf he had been granted that was next to his new desk, where he had set up his computer already. He had a framed picture of him, Scott, and Y/N on his bedside table. It was almost perfect. He looked over at Y/N, putting the last book on the shelf and taking a deep breath. He sat on his own bed, patting the seat next to him. 

    “You okay, Stiles?”  She placed a hand on his shoulder.

     “Yeah, no, I’m totally fine,” he said, his voice squeaking slightly. His hands were clammy and his lips now felt oddly dry and cracked. He licked them nervously. “I just need to tell you something really, really important.” 

      “Go for it.” Her smile was encouraging, and so he did. 

     He sighed again, struggling to find the right words to tell this girl how he felt, how he had always felt, how he’d been feeling this past week and the way he knew he’d feel for the rest of his life. “Love is… love is stumbling through life with your best friend, you know? It’s this beautiful, wonderful thing. And I think that… that when you think that you’ve found love, then you’ve gotta go for it, right? Well, this is me going for it. You’re my best friend, all right? And you’re my person. The person I wanna spend my life with, as messy and shitty and complicated as it may be. I wanna stumble through life with you, okay? So, I’m just hoping that maybe you’ll wanna stumble through life with me, too.” 

      She didn’t need to think twice before reaching for his face and kissing him, her Stiles, the idiot she loved so much it made her brain hurt sometimes. He was hers, too. And if there was one person she was going to live a messy and wild and unpredictable and great life with, it was going to be him. Stiles pulled away first, bumping his nose against hers playfully. 

    “I don’t want you to leave now,” he frowned, his face still in close proximity to hers as he brushed her hair out of her face. “Wanna transfer schools?” His eyes lit up when he had this idea, but in his heart he knew that going to NYU had been a dream of hers for awhile and he would never ask her to seriously give such a thing up.

    “I’m a three hour drive from you, Stiles, I’ll come to see you all the time. Or you can come to me and I’ll show you around the city,” Y/N kissed him again. “I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.” 

     “Likewise, pretty girl,” he said with a stupidly dreamy smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks that wouldn’t leave so long as he had her, and it only took a ridiculously long overdue road trip to bring them together. 

“This is a good sign,” Nursey says. 

Dex looks up from his phone. “Mmm?”

“We survived an IKEA trip and didn’t kill each other. Means we’re going to be okay living together as roommates.”

The smile that crosses Dex’s face is quick but radiant. “We didn’t need to get that much.”

“Still, though. IKEA terrifies me. I was about ten seconds away from grabbing your hand.”

Dex snorts.

“No, really,” Nursey says. 

“I wouldn’t have minded. If you needed to hold my hand.”

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Legends of Tomorrow — S1E1  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ He has achieved what no one in human history ever has. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s your name…? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Your mother was brave. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We are not warriors. We possess no army. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The golden age of gasoline engines, online pornography, and those silly little smartphones. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This feels good, being back in the field. Not that this is a field, but… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Too late to turn back now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My night’s about to get a whole lot worse, isn’t it? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ They have guns. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Join me for a drink? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have come quite a long way to meet you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I thought I told you to be careful! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s the use of sharing my intelligence if you won’t listen? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You, my love, almost got us killed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Cops’ll never hassle a dad buying diapers in the middle of the night. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why don’t you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ While you were incapacitated, I may have tampered with your weapons. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You got the wrong guy. ‘Hero’ ain’t on my resume. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s fun to watch you kick and punch and skewer bad guys, but I need a minute of your time. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m as trusting as you are cynical. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I died once. At least, the world thought I did. You know what happened? Nothing. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ God, if you only knew how I loved you, and how much… how much it hurt every time he took you away from me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Be a hero in the light. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ve lived in the shadows long enough. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you’re thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have no desire to save the world. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We hate working and we love money. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You want me in, I’m in. But I’m not gonna be anyone’s hero. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Do you have any idea what an extraordinary opportunity we’ve been given? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think we’re being punked… do people still say ‘punked’? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You don’t look too happy to be here. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Whatever you roofied him with, I’d like some. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just hang on and remain calm. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you kidnapped me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why does this stupid station play nothing but reruns? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You still don’t remember me, do you? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I don’t remember you. I’m so sorry. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The more the world is focused on destroying itself, the less it notices an immortal psychopath in its midst. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who wants to listen to some Captain and Tennille? My mother played it. A lot. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re not my type. But your lady, on the other hand… well, she looks just my speed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Me being here - it’s all a big mistake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You need to get us out of here now! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’re not going anywhere unless our son’s coming with us. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We go out for one lousy drink, and you guys somehow manage to pick a fight with Boba Fett. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ve barely begun, and already this is the worst, unmitigated disaster of my career. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I see why you got the hots for that one. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My son is hurt because of you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Start telling the truth! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Of course I lied to you. I needed your help. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like being part of a team, man. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If we have the power to change the world, don’t you think we have the power to change our own fate? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like killing people. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m just trying to make this world a better place, one war at a time. ❜❜
this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Super cheesy fluff at first.

Authors Note: this is a new Anthony series I’m starting so, if you’re into that… here ya go! this is kinda like a prequel if you will… (Alsoooo this is a high school au lol) 

Summary: this is how you broke up at 6 PM

this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (part 1)

this is how we broke up: Missed Calls (part 2)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Receive (part 3)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Give (part 4)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Break (part 5)

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May was your favorite month. Summer was just around the corner and the anticipation was bubbling in your gut. This year, however, was different. The relief you felt in the previous years was twisted into a ball of anxiety that seemed to scratch it’s way up your throat. You couldn’t bear looking at a calendar scared of what the next day could lead to. And of course. You set everything off till the last minute. Your worries all lay in front of you now as you shut your locker for the last time.

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I'll Be There For You - One

Feyre has never had a life of her own. But when she runs out on her fiancée, she suddenly has to learn to live independently. But luckily, she has a group of friends to help her every step of the way.

(A multi-chapter fic based off the series Friends.)

This is a mistake.

The words are on my mind all day, much as I try to push them away. Mistake.

No. I loved Tamlin. We were going to be married, and that was great. More than great.

But why did those words sound like a lie?

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June 12: Come Back, Be Here (Chapter One)

Title: Come Back, Be Here – Chapter One
Tags: Long distance relationship, getting together, fluff, angst,
Words: 1461
Summary:
The five times Dan and Phil said goodbye in a train station, and the one time they didn’t.

Prompt:
Fun fact, I’ve been with my fiancé for 7 years, 5 of which (after uni) have been long distance. We exist on Skype calls and occasional visits. He is up north and I am down south. In 17 days we are closing the distance for good in our brand new house. My elation at that made me write this fic.

I’m going to post chapters of this each day for the rest of this week as it might be a bit longer than a simple one-shot.

FEDIJ Day: June 12

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Love Affair Part 2

Previous: Love Affair Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 2

Chapter 3

“Alright, this one time me and my three brothers we out fucken drinking.” Negan said, eating his food. “My oldest brother was the only one that was fucken shit face, since he was being a pussy and had one beer. So we just loaded up in his car. As while we were fucken driving down the freeway, the hood fucken came up and smack the windshield.”

“Oh shit. Did you guys crash” I said, eating my fries. 

“No, lucky.” Negan said, shaking his head. “Now, since it was fucken two in the morning and we couldn’t find anyone to take us home. So we’re like, what the fuck do we do now. So I…” Negan cover up his face as he started laughing a bit. “So I said fuck it and jumped on the hood of the car. I told them, I’ll just fucken keep it down with my fucken ass. My youngest brother, being my fucken shadow said, yeah I’ll help too. So he jumps on the fucken hood with me.”

“Oh my god.” I said, laughing a bit.

“So we’re fucken going down the freeway with our ass on the hood of the car, holding onto the top of the car, so we would fucken fall off.” Negan said, using hand jester to tell the story. “Then this fucken car rolls up and we see its a fucken cop car. So you know, lights fucken go off and we get pulled over.”

“Ooo, someone got into trouble.” I said, in a teasing voice.

“Right.” Negan said laughing. “So we’re like fuck, fuck, fuck. We’re still on the hood of the fucken car when the cop comes up to us . I just fucken looked up at him, smiling and I fucken say, what’s up. Then he said, with the straightest face fucken ever, its too early for this shit. He walked back to his fucken car and drove off.”

We both started laughing and shaking our heads. This man and his wild teenage years. He was always getting himself in some kind of trouble. My phone started to buzz on the table. I notice it was Ana, one of my closet friends.

“Sorry I got to answer this real quick.” I said and Negan nodded. “Hey Ana, whats up?” She started telling me why she was calling. The more she talked, the more my smile faded. “Are you sure it was Danny?” Negan smile faded as he drank his coffee. “Yeah, I’ll go down there and check it out. Thank you Ana.”

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“What happened?” Negan said as I hanged up the phone. “Everything okay?”

“Ana, my friend. She owns a..” I said, trying to grasp what she said. “Will I’m sure you been to it or one. She owns a strip club down called, The Wild Cats.”

“A chick owns a fucken strip club?” Negan said, rising his eyebrow. “Didn’t see that shit coming. So what’s up? What did she fucken say about Danny?”

“She said that she thought someone was stealing from the customers. So she was looking at the cameras and she said..” I said, lowering my head for a second and then looking back up at him. “Danny was there, getting a lap dance from one of the girls.”

“What the fuck?” Negan said, as his eyes widen.

“So also said, that … that..” I said, trying not to cry. “That I should come down there and check it, since, since there’s more to it.”

“Alright.” Negan said, getting up. “I’ll fucken take you.”

“You don’t have to Negan.” I said, getting up. “I can take a taxi.”

“Nah doll.” Negan said, stepping close to me. “Told you before, I fucken got your back and I’ll fucken be there for you. So, I’m fucken taking you.” I nodded my head at him. “Alright, let’s fucken go.”

Chapter 4

“Yeah, it’s Danny.” I said, after we finished watching the video. “I can’t believe he’s been coming here. Nothing against you Ana or your girls, but I didn’t expect him to come here, with being married and all.”

“I know.” Ana said, nodding. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize he’s been coming here. I haven’t been working when he comes in or I’m in the office. If I knew, I would have kicked him out and called you. I’m going to band him next time he comes in.”

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

“No?” Ana and Negan said.

“I want to catch him in the act.” I said, looking at my phone of a picture of us. “I’ll call him out on and say I got told about him coming out of a strip club. I need to know what he has to say about this.”

“Are you fucken sure doll?” Negan said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “He may just fucken deny the whole thing.”

“If he does, it’s not like I don’t know any better.” I said, looking up at him. 

“Alright.” Negan said, nodding his head. 

“When he comes in, give me a call.” I said to Ana, who nodded her head. “I”ll see you later.”

Negan drove me home and I waited there for Danny. I still couldn’t believe he was going to a strip club. I couldn’t believe more that one of the dancers there, told me he was coming for months. He was always getting lap dances from her, because he requested her.

It hurt like hell that she told me that, but not as much as what she told me after that. How Danny didn’t have his wedding ring on, because he said was recently divorce. He left his bitch of a wife, because she was treating him like shit. He came up with a whole story to back him up. She actually felt sorry for him. 

I wanted to smack the hell out of her, but I knew it wasn’t her fault. She was just doing her job and Danny was the one at fault. She kept saying how sorry she was for it.  Her, a stranger is sorry for what my husband was doing. 

My thoughts were interrupted when Danny walked through the front door. He was about to head upstairs when he saw me on the couch. He walked over to me, stumbling a bit since he was drunk.

“I thought you would be in bed by now babe.” Danny said, taking a seat by me. 

“We need to talk.” I said, making him sigh.

“Did I forgot something again?” Danny said, rolling his eyes.

“No.” I said, getting up and walking to the fire place. “One of my friends just got a while ago.” I looked over at him. “They saw you coming out of a strip club, The Wild Cats.” 

“That’s bullshit babe.” Danny said, getting up and going over to me. “I wouldn’t go to a place like that. You should know that. I was with the boys at the bar. Here.” He grabbed his phone and handed it to me. “Call Mike and he’ll tell you I was with him.”

 “They decided to go in there and ask around about you.” I said, shoving the phone away. “You’ve been going there for months and getting lap dances from a girl name Ruby.”

“Babe, they’re lying to you.” Danny said, putting his phone down and taking my hands in his. “You know, I love you and I wouldn’t do something like that to hurt you. You got to know that. I love you (y/n), I love you.”

“They also talked to Ruby.” I said, taking my hands away from his. “She told them that you said you were divorce from your bitch of a wife that treated you like shit. They also gave me Ruby’s number to call her, so she could tell me herself. But right now, I want you to tell me yourself. Is it true?”

“No, babe. I… I..Fuck.” Danny said, as he lean up against the fireplace as he let out a sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s true.”

My heart just sunk when he said it. Though I already knew, just hearing him said it made it so real. I started walking away from him when he grabbed my hand and spun me around. He hold me close as he started kissing the side of my head. 

“I”m sorry. I’m sorry.” Danny whisper. “Forgive me please. Forgive me.” He pulled back and press his forehead against mine. “I love you babe.” He place his hands on my face as he lean in and kiss me. “I love you.”

“Danny…” I said, as I started to cry. “I can’t do this.. I can’t do this..”

“Shh.” Danny said, wrapping his arms around me. “Don’t say that, okay? I’ll make it up to you. I’m calling out tomorrow and we can spend the whole day together.” He pulled back and looked at me. “Okay babe?”

“I…” I said, as I started crying more. “I…”

I was torn on what to do, leave or stay. I stay, he’ll just keep doing it or maybe we can save our marriage. Leave, finally move on with my life, start new or miss out on what could have been. I started shaking so much, that I almost fell over. 

Danny caught me and cradling me in his arms. He carried me upstairs as I kept crying. He laid down in bed next to me, holding me close as he kept kissing my forehead. Making promises that things will get better for us. That he’ll never do it again. That he’ll never hurt me again or let me down. 

He started bringing up things from our past, the good times. Tell me how he fell in love with me when he first met me. How he knew I was the one for him, one our first day. He just kept talking about how much he loved me, how much he needed me. Like I always do, I forgave him.

After awhile, we both fell asleep. But me, I couldn’t stay asleep for long, never could. I crawled out of bed and looked over at Danny, he was still asleep.

I got my phone and I saw text messages from Negan, asking if everything was okay. I sent him a message about what happened and what Danny told me. I told him I was going on a dinner with Danny tomorrow night. That we were going to try…and save our marriage. It was a while before Negan message me back, no doubt he was upset with my decision.

“Doll, I’m not going to fucken lie, I think that’s fucken stupid. I’m sorry for saying it, but you fucken know how I am. Your not stupid, the station is. I don’t think that fucken prick deserves your forgives. I know for sure, he doesn’t deserve you. But I remember all the shit you told me, about what you went through, what you both went through. So I fucken understand. I don’t fucken like it, but I get it. So, if shit hits the fan tomorrow night, call me okay? I don’t care how late it fucken is, call me and I’ll come running. Try to get some sleep doll and I’ll fucken talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

I let out a sigh as I laid back down in bed. I looked over at Danny and then back out the ceiling. I know I’m stupid for forgiving Danny, but, I still love him. At least, part of me still did. I looked back over at Danny as I started to tear up again. 

One more chance and that’s it. He gets one more chance to make things right. If he doesn’t, I walk. No matter what he says afterwards, no matter how bad it hurts, I walk. I walk and I don’t look back.

Love Affair Part 3 

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June 17: Come Back, Be Here (Chapter Six) (Final)

Title: Come Back, Be Here – Chapter Six
Tags: Long distance relationship, getting together, fluff, angst,
Words: 1619
Summary:
The five times Dan and Phil said goodbye in a train station, and the one time they didn’t.
Prompt: This is so late and I’m so sorry. We’re having a heatwave and I’m still moving house and… everything is hot and sticky and disgusting and I accidentally got too much sun and felt really ill.

12 days tho…

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Can i get a ficlet about a meet cute with a dragon girlfriend?

You were already running late for your meeting, and, frankly, you were WAY too absorbed in your own world to notice the giant, female dragon trying to find her way to god knows where.

So, when you crashed into her (rather forcefully, you might add), it was a little more than surprising. You didn’t have time for this, dammit! You had an important meeting, right NOW, and this- this idiot is just STANDING there-

You got up in a huff, about to yell at this bozo for standing in the middle of the sidewalk- who does that, anyways, that’s what the sides are for!- when you finally saw her. And you immediately felt like a giant fucking asshole.

She looked way too apologetic- and, really, you should have been paying more attention, if you were honest with yourself. You swallowed a bundle of nerves, and offer your hand to help her up. “S-sorry about that-” You start, helping her to her feet. “I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“Oh- no no- it’s fine-” She stammers out, brushing herself off. “I-I was just trying to find my way to the subway station, a-and-”

Oh. She must be new here- nearly all tourists (and new residents) couldn’t find the stupid station. To be fair, it WAS in a pretty ridiculous spot, by all standards. You felt even more like a jackass, and, wanting to at least make up for your rude ass thoughts, decided that, well, you were already late. Why not show her to the station?

“I-if you want, I can show you the way. It’s honestly in a really fuckin’ stupid spot, so literally no one can find it, if you haven’t lived here for two years.”

She giggles at your joke, and wow, okay, you think you need to see a cardiologist because your heart should not be beating this fast, this early in the morning. You try to blame the increased heat in your cheeks on the cold day, and you feel a little smile creeping up on your face- and her’s, as well.

You motion for her to follow you, and you begin to lead the way to aforementioned idiotically placed station. You wanted to find something to talk about with the dragon, but your mind was drawing bla-

“This, uh, is a little ridiculous,” She said, startling you out of your ‘woe is me’ train of thought. “I mean- it’s only just turned to September, and I can already see snow forming. Not that it’s that bad, for me- but, y’know, I imagine for humans-”

“Yeah, it’s terrible.” You finish, causing her- and by extension, you- to laugh. “I mean- I can’t walk outside without five layers of clothes, and I only just got back from the beach. You’d think mother nature would learn to get its shit together,”

She snorts, and you can’t help but smile at it. “That’s fair enough, I suppose- not all of us can be walking furnaces.” She jokes, and you can’t help but laugh at it.

And, all too soon, you two arrive at the train station. “This, uh…looks like your stop.” You tell her, turning to face her. You wish you could ask if she had a number, or an email- hell, you’d settle for a carrier pigeon, she was just…so charming, and inviting.

She’s either a mind reader, or she was thinking the same thing, because after a minute of hemming and hawing to herself, she finally asks, “So, uh…would you want to maybe catch a movie sometime? Go to lunch?”

You’re a bit surprised, but honestly, you’re INSANELY glad she has more metaphorical (or literal, no judging here) balls than you. You nod, and immediately hate yourself for the stupid grin you have right now. “That- that sounds nice, actually. Uh- here’s my number, just in case we don’t, y’know, knock each other over again,” You say, digging around for a paper and pen.

The loud, booming laugh she makes is enough to send your heart fluttering again.

Smooth

Characters: Reader x Sam, Dean, Castiel, mentions Bobby 

Word Count: ~2,700

Warnings: Language, Canon Divergence, Smut, Angst

A/N: This is my entry for @melbelle45 dirty pop challenge.  My song was Smooth by Santana ft Rob Thomas.  This is my first time writing Sam smut so please go easy on me!

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