there were a few more i was gonna put but i didn't have room (((

💙 Birthday Special. 💙

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance. Not that he didn’t understand them, he totally did. But more so, the feelings a simple day could provoke.

Lance came from a large family, that was for sure. And with that, came parties.

His racial culture brought those anyway.

And, as the baby of the family, he had always had some pretty fantastic birthdays as a kid.

Though when he got older, that changed.
Little kids expect birthdays, so parents throw them together and make the kid feel special.

When you grow up, you have to learn that you’re not that special. At least that was how Lance saw it.

Having so many brothers and sisters, birthdays were close together and it got to the point where they weren’t as extravagant because it couldn’t be afforded.

By the time July rolled around, many things were happening that often led to Lances birthday being overlooked as a teenager.

College funds, school shopping, all of the things that would be happening days after Lance had his special day.

In time it just stopped being special.

Would he get a present?
Sure, he didn’t really need anything but come on, everyone is going to think about receiving a gift on their big day.

Would he get a Happy Birthday?
Would anyone remember?

Did anyone care enough to listen if he mentioned what day it was?

Most birthdays, Lance wanted to just stay quiet and see how many people would acknowledge the day. Or how many wouldn’t, would be most likely.

Birthdays soon just became regular days for him throughout the years. Sure, maybe he would get a book and a happy birthday from online friends, but nothing big or fun.

Sometimes he’d get to choose dinner.
But like was mentioned, it became just another day for him.

Sometimes he was hopeful, maybe this birthday would be different. He’d have a party again or maybe Hunk would bake him something.

Hell, even just family bonding.
But it was just a wish.

Lances birthday just wasn’t that important.

Not anymore.

So when his birthday rolled around during their first year up in space, he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t even go on Keith about how now he was older, and rub it in his rivals face.

No, that morning Lance woke up as if it were any other day. Pulled on his clothes, his favorite jacket, brushed his teeth, put on some makeup, and within the next hour was out of his room headed for breakfast.

The blue paladin didn’t notice little mice scurrying into vents, rolls of confetti in their jaws.

“Good morning.” Lance chimed as he entered the dining area, making sure he wasn’t looking around at his friends as he casually went to grab a plate of goo.

In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone knew. It couldn’t be helped.

At the front of his skull, desperately clinging the rest, he knew today was just another day.

It sent a vague pain through his chest but he chose to ignore it. Just another day.

“Good morning, buddy! How is the main man?” Hunk piped up in a cheerful tone.

Lance shrugged, walking to the counter for a fork, not looking up. “Oh, you know, feeling as perfect and charming as ever.”

The dry chuckle that passed the boys lips was unnerving, and the Paladins exchanged glances.

“Lance.”

“Hm?” He rose a brow, not looking up as he dug for the utensil.

“Lance.”

“Yeah?”

“Lance.”

Finally the boy looked up, “I hear you, what do— you…” His breath flowed out of him in a harsh exhale.

Oh my gosh.

At the table his friends stood, holding a ‘cake’ and smiling fondly, if not a little worriedly.

In front of them, were a few haphazardly wrapped presents, which were in all honesty wrapped in toilet paper.

The cake was blue, shaped like an ‘L’ for Lance which they assumed was only fitting for someone obsessed with himself.

Lance didn’t let it get to his head, even though the situation was obvious and his face was bright ass red.

Keep it cool. It’s just another day.

Lance looked up at Hunk, taking his surprise and making it something fake. “Oh shit, whose birthday is it?”

The synchronization of furrowed eyebrows was something uncanny; Lance would have laughed.

Shiro spoke up, softly. “It’s your birthday.”

Pidge tilted her head, “July 28th, right?”

Hunk looked nervous for a moment, leaning to Keith and undoubtedly whispering, “We didn’t get the day wrong, did we?”

They hadn’t.
Of course they hadn’t.

Lance took a good look around.
The room was decorated completely, streamers and confetti and even a banner.

Blue lights glittered for Lance.

They had remembered.
They cared and they were having a party.

Lance blinked, then tried to stay cool and shrugged, suddenly way too emotions rushing at once. “Oh, I know. I just didn't…think anyone would care, no one usually does.”

Way to keep it cool.

Suddenly he was rushed with hugs, a swarm of love and caring bodies pressed to his and strong arms around him.

Lance teared up, something he’d been holding back. He chuckled, “Uh, guys?”

“It’s your birthday! Of course we would care!” Pidge exclaimed, squeezing Lances waist tighter in a hug.

“You’re my best friend, how could I forget?” Hunk said next, ruffling Lances hair.

It was happy tears and sniffles after that, and of course celebration and loud.

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance, and forever would be. And ironic.

How?

They were just as unexpected as the day each person decides to be born. Sure, you always know it’s gonna happen, but you are still surprised.

Lance was surprised today.

His space family had not only remembered his birthday, no. That wasn’t initially had Lance so riled up.

It was that they had remembered and acknowledged and embraced it. That was more than he’d gotten in years.

He felt special today.
He felt loved.

If only he knew, what was waiting for him behind the fourth wall, and how much love he was worth.

Happy birthday, Lance.

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Originally posted by sisterstextsebastian

Peter Parker X avenger!Reader

Summary: In which Peter helps you with a little studying and ends up sleeping over and spending the next day with you:)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: I haven’t written in a while so sorry if I’m rusty,, and i didn’t proofread sorryyyy!!

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It was a Friday night, and you were studying. Like most kids at this time, you were super stressed for finals week. As you sat in the Avenger’s tower library, you wondered how you would retain so much information in such little time. As you set your head down on your books making a loud sigh, the team walked in.

“Hey, kid. Whatcha up to?”, Tony pondered as he walked around behind the table you were working at.

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Better than This.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom have recently become engaged and moved in together. You go out to buy some groceries.

Warnings: Swears. Come on, it’s me. Maybe a lil innuendo if you squint. Uhm, and fluff. Hella fluff man.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: This is the single most self-indulgent bullshit piece I have EVER written in my WHOLE life, and I’ve been writing shit for like seven years. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as my romantically frustrated ass enjoyed writing it.

You woke up to sunlight drifting lazily through your brand new off-white curtains. A smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, you snuggled in closer to your long-time boyfriend, now fiancé, who sounded like he was still asleep. You turned a little so you could look up at him. With his mouth half open, breathing heavily, he would probably be asleep for a while. Your smile turned into a mischievous grin.

You leaned far enough upwards that you could reach his face. Then, you began peppering his forehead, cheeks, and shoulders with kisses. He started to stir a little, so you paused. Eyes barely open, he looked down at you, a soft smile breaking across his face, more beautiful than the sunrise happening outside, you were sure. You returned the smile before leaning up again to give him a long kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He sighed. “Good morning, darling.”

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Disney Lyric Starters
  • [ Classic, modern, golden days, you name it, i got it. Feel free to change pronouns etc. Also this is a looong post]:
  • "Some day, my prince will come."
  • "Some day, we'll meet again."
  • "Some day when spring is here, we'll find our love anew."
  • "And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune."
  • "There isn't any let up. I hear them calling, calling."
  • "Every time she/he'd find a minute, that's the time that they begin it."
  • "They always keep her/him hopping."
  • "She/He goes around in circles till she/he's very, very dizzy."
  • "They have stars in their eyes."
  • "Side by side with your loved one, you'll find enchantment here."
  • "The night will weave its magic spell when the one you love is near."
  • "This is the night, and the heavens are right."
  • "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"
  • "Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
  • "How many wonders can one cavern hold?"
  • "I want to be where the people are."
  • "I want to see, want to see 'em dancing."
  • "Flipping your fins, you don't get too far."
  • "What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?"
  • "Sick of swimming. Ready to stand."
  • "And I'm ready to know what the people know."
  • "When's it my turn?"
  • "I can see what's happening, and they don't have a clue."
  • "With all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air."
  • "She'd turn away from me."
  • "He's holding back. He's hiding."
  • "Why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see inside?"
  • "Love is where they are."
  • "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that."
  • "No man is worth the aggravation."
  • "Honey, we can see right through you."
  • "It's too cliche. I won't say I'm in love."
  • "I thought my heart had learned its lesson."
  • "You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling."
  • "Get off my case. I won't say it!"
  • "I steal only what I can't afford."
  • "These guys don't appreciate I'm broke."
  • "I can take a hint, gotta face the facts. You're my only friend."
  • "I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em."
  • "Tell you all about it when I got the time!"
  • "I think I'll take a stroll around the block."
  • "Let's not be too hasty."
  • "They're quick, but I'm much faster."
  • "Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly."
  • "Both a little scared, neither one prepared."
  • "Finding you can change, learning you were wrong."
  • "Certain as the sun rising in the east."
  • "There's something sweet and almost kind."
  • "I wonder why I didn't see it there before."
  • "Who'd have ever thought that this could be?"
  • "True he's no "Prince Charming"..."
  • "Who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?"
  • "We'll wait and see a few days more."
  • "What I love most about rivers is you can't step in the same river twice."
  • "To be safe, we lose our chance of knowing."
  • "Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming?"
  • "Is all my dreaming at an end?"
  • "For a long time we've been marching off to battle."
  • "Our aching feet aren't easy to ignore."
  • "Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for."
  • "I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars."
  • "It all depends on what she cooks like."
  • "Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."
  • "Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother."
  • "Whatever you do, I'll do it, too."
  • "Show me everything, and tell me how."
  • "It all means something, yet nothing to me."
  • "It's all so close, and yet so far."
  • "I wanna know. Can you show me?"
  • "I wanna know about these strangers like me."
  • "Why do I have this growing need to be beside her?"
  • "Come with me now to see my world."
  • "Don't you disrespect me, little man!"
  • "You're in my world now, not your world."
  • "And I got friends on the other side."
  • "Sit down on my table, put your minds at ease."
  • "I can read your future. I can change it around some, too."
  • "You come from two long lines of royalty."
  • "I'm a royal myself on my mother's side."
  • "Your lifestyle's high, but your funds are low."
  • "Mom and dad cut you off, huh, playboy?"
  • "You've been pushed around all your life."
  • "Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?"
  • "I hope you're satisfied, but if you ain't, don't blame me!"
  • "All that time never even knowing just how blind I've been."
  • "At last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted."
  • "If she/he's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go."
  • "All at once everything is different now that I see you."
  • "Come on, let's go and play!"
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies, and now we're not."
  • "I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms."
  • "People are asking where you've been."
  • "They say "Have courage," and I'm trying to."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "It's just you and me. What are we gonna do?"
  • "Okay, can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy."
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "We don't have to feel it anymore."
  • "Can I say something even crazier?"
  • "I've been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember."
  • "Every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go."
  • "It calls me, and no one knows how far it goes."
  • "I can lead with pride. I can make us strong."
  • "I'll be satisfied if I play along."
  • "What is wrong with me?"
  • "But no one knows how deep it goes."
  • "If the wind on my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know how far I'll go."
  • "Now I know I can be happy as a clam because I'm beautiful, baby."
  • "Scrub the deck and make it look shiny."
  • "I just love free food."
  • "Ouch! What a terrible performance!"
  • "You don't swing it like you used to, man."
  • "Send your armies, but they'll never be enough."
  • "You try to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough."

bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.

“…Malfoy?”

///

Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.

“Malfoy…”

He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,

///

It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.

///

Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.

“RIDDIKULUS”

The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.

///

One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.

///

Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.

///

Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.

///

Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.

///

“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.

///

Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”

“Draco…”

His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.


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Tension

Summary: Who says research can’t be fun?

Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 3,200

Warnings: fluff, language, slight smutting, Sam being a cheeky little shit

A/N: There will be a second part to this. Thanks to @anotherwaywardsister for making the moodboard for me! *throws Dean at her* XD Also thanks to @spnaddict11283 for the idea/prompt of research with Sam. =D

Originally posted by deeceetrash

Originally posted by ofallingstar

You sighed as you let your head fall onto the book sitting open on the table with a ‘thunk’, the words starting to swim from focusing on them for so long. Some hairs from your sloppy bun fell loose along your cheeks from the movement, framing your face.

“Are you all right?” You heard from your right and you just grunted in response, getting a gentle laugh in return. “Had enough for the night then?”

“I’ve had enough for the week.” You groaned, sitting up to try and rub the ache from your eyes. “If I have to read another sentence, my eyeballs are going to pop out of my head and roll down the hall.”

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Storm Before The Calm

Summary: after a fight that leaves the reader crushed and paranoid, they try to stay the night at Kat and Amy’s but Ethan still needs to explain himself

A/N: im really bad at summaries but im tryin g. also i only use nb pronouns when i write without requests so

You couldn’t quite remember what had set the two of you off. Something about a boyfriend and a messy apartment and too much stress frying your brain. You’d ended up yelling at each other somehow and gotten to the topic of, well, each other. Ethan yelled about how frustrating you were sometimes and you snapped.

“Why do you even like me then?” You spit at him. You’re shaking a little, head spinning. You feel a bit like you’re gonna throw up.

“I don’t!” His words are sharp and feel more like knives flying past you, slicing into your skin and leaving you bleeding.

Oh.

Staggering backwards, you reach blindly for your bag. You need to go. Oh God, you knew it. You knew it. He hated you, he’d been faking this entire time.

Ethan’s face falls when he realizes what he’s said, how he’s just outed himself. “Y/N wait! That’s not what I-”

But you’re already heading for the door. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it away, pulling the front door open. When you speak, your voice is oddly calm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, Eth.” You see him flinch at the nickname. Part of you feels bad but there’s an even smaller part that revels in it. “I understand. Ev-….. It’s fine, okay? But I’m gonna go for tonight.”

This time, his grip on your wrist is much tighter and it takes you two hard tries to tug yourself away. Stumbling out the front door, you scramble to your car and pull out of the driveway before Ethan can follow you.

You’re not sure how long you drive but when your brain tunes back in you’re at a red light. The streets are abandoned, the streetlights giving the world an eerie glow. Leaning your forehead on top of the hand on the steering wheel, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You don’t know who to call. All of your friends were his friends first, they probably all feel the same way. You think about calling Laura, your first roommate in the city, but she had never been too empathetic. A second of consideration ruled out the guy you’d dated a few times about a month ago. You hadn’t really been that close and he and Ethan had really disliked each other. He might assume the worst if you called him.

Breathing out, you gave in. Pulling your phone out, your finger hovered over Kat’s contact name before you remembered how rare it was for her to be on her phone. Shit.

With even more trepidation, you found Amy’s number. You loved her, of course, but something about how close she was with Ethan made you think they’d be on the same wavelength when it came to their feelings towards you. You tapped the call button before you could back out and held the phone up to your ear. On the last ring, Amy’s groggy voice crackled out of your speakers.

“Hullo?” It sounded like she’d just woken up you realized as you checked the clock on your dash. The numbers 1:36 flashed at you and immediately you felt guilty.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was.” You apologize. Your voice is stuffy and cracking and it dawns on you that you’d been tearing up before you answered. You cough to try and cover it up but Amy’s a fucking emotional bloodhound.

“Woah hey why are you crying? Are you okay?” You hear shuffling as she scrambles to sit up.

“I’m okay, Ames. Promise. I was just wondering if I could crash at your place tonight?”

“What happened? Is everything alright with Ethan?” The worry in her voice makes you feel guilty and you cringe.

“It’s okay, Ames. I’m fine I just… I need to stay somewhere. Is that okay?” You feel shitty but you don’t even have time to take back the request before Amy is saying of course it’s okay and telling you to get your ass over there.

Hanging up and glancing at the road before you begin driving again, you sigh. Amy probably wouldn’t act this way if she didn’t like you, right? Ugh. You didn’t know and what happened with Ethan was making you feel paranoid. You trusted him so much, you’d thought it’d been mutual. Shaking the thoughts away before you started crying, you focused your full attention on driving.

Amy answered the door before you’d even finished knocking, pulling you inside immediately. “What happened? Oh gosh you were crying did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them I swear to God.” She held your face gently in her hands and stared at you like she was searching for a wound.

You laughed, but it turned into a sob halfway through. Amy pulled you forward into a crushing hug, tittering and worrying.

“Amy I’m okay. Shh it’s alright. Come on, I don’t want to wake Kathryn.” You hugged her back, trying to calm her.

“Too late.” You heard a tired voice say, making you jump.

“Jesus Christ, Kat!” You yelped, pressing a hand to your chest as Amy squeaked in surprise.

Kathryn smiled before she noticed your state. Messy hair and tears on your face. “What happened?” She asked, approaching you quickly and putting her steady hands on your shoulders.

“I- Ethan and I…” You didn’t know what to tell them. You felt kind of pathetic now, running to them crying after one fight. Kathryn, though, looked pissed. Her eyes hardened and her grip tightened. She always had been a bit overprotective.

“What did he do? I swear to God if he-”

“He didn't… Did he?” Amy’s worried voice broke in.

“No no hey he didn’t do anything. It’s okay we just…. fought a little. Some… words were said.” You scoff. “I sort of got mad and questioned why he even liked me and he said he didn’t.” You rush, biting your lip and looking at the ground once the words are out.

“Oh. Honey, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Ethan’s your friend.” Kathryn rushes towards you to pull you into a hug and you let her.

“I… I don’t know. He sounded so sure and I just- I was scared to even come here because I thought…. I thought you were his friends first and you all felt the same way.”

“How could you ever think that! You’re our friend and you know it.” Amy joins Kathryn and coddling you, petting your hair until you laugh, ducking away from them both.

“I know, I know. I just… Ugh. I don’t really feel like talking about it any more tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Y/N. Come on, since we’re all up we can watch a movie.” You smile as Amy guides you to the living room and all but forces you into a pile of blankets on the couch. Kathryn ducks out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn.

“If this is happening, we gotta do it right!” She says, voice determined. You all settle on the couch and the girls refrain from asking you about Ethan, which you appreciate.

Halfway through the second movie, as you’re nodding off with your head on Kat’s arm, a sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Amy almost falls off the couch in her effort to disentangle herself from the blankets, mumbling a “who the fuck” under her breath.The knock comes again, louder and more insistent and Amy yanks the door open. Immediately she looks angry.

“Dude what the fuck?” She starts but a voice cuts her off.

“Is Y/N here?”

You tense because fuck that’s Ethan. Kat’s arm tightens around you when Ethan steps into the front room. “Ethan, dude,what the h-” Amy calls but he’s already rushing towards you.

“You scared the shit out of me! Y/N what the fuck! You weren’t answering your phone. I called Mark and Tyler and nether of them had heard from you do you know how fucking terrified I was?” You look guiltily at your bag in the corner where you had left your phone.

Kat glares at him from her spot next to you. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”

”Kat it’s okay please don’t be mad at him.” You beg. Ethan looks a bit terrified under her angry gaze, gulping and fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I needed to talk with Y/N.”

“I don’t think right now is a good time.”

“But-”

“No, Ethan.”

“Hey!” You pipe up. “You aren’t allowed to argue because of me, stop that.” You wiggle out from under the blankets and stand in front of Ethan. “We can talk, it’s fine.” You grab his shoulder and lead him towards the front door, ignoring Kat’s protests. Amy stutters, trying to take in what the hell is happening as you slip through the front door and close it behind the both of you.

“Y/N you scared me so bad!” Ethan starts immediately. “I couldn’t get you to answer your phone and it was so late I thought you’d-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

“Sorry…” You rub the back of your neck. “I left my phone in my bag.”

“God you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. About earlier-”

“I don’t know what you have to say that might make this better, Ethan.”

“If you’d listened to me you would have-”

“I listened just fine, Ethan! I’m not that stupid you said you didn’t like me so I-”

“No! That’s what I’m saying! You didn’t stay long enough for me to explain myself. That’s not at all what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” You said, voice ambivalent with both anger and confusion.

“I was trying to say ‘I don’t like you, I love you’. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N! I just didn’t get to finish…”

Oh my God. Oh my god, Ethan you are an idiot!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. All this mess because of some miscommunication. “Why in the world would you do that?”

“I-I… It would be like in the movies! When they do the big feelings reveal!” Ethan’s mouth snaps shut at that and he blushes.

Feelings? What the fuck?

“Did you- Feelings reveal?” Ethan blushes hard and stares at his shoes. “Are you… Do you?” You don’t even know what to say.

“Love you? Yeah. In… In a more than friends way? Uh… Yeah.” Ethan still won’t look at you and you sigh quickly. Well… that sure is a development.

“Would you- Hey, Eth, would you look at me?” Ethan’s head pops up a bit, cheeks still pink. “That's… This is fine. I’m into it I… more than a friend way love you too…” You didn’t even realize it until then, but once you say it you know it’s true.

Ethan beams at you and your stomach flips. It’s like his entire attitude has changed as he stands up straighter and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Really? Like really really?” He laughs and pulls you in for a tight hug that surrounds you in the best way. He’s warm and still a little jittery and you giggle as he rests his face on your shoulder to look up at you. “Woah.” He breathes and you laugh.

It’s a split second decision as you lean down and peck his lips lightly. It doesn’t last more than a second but when you pull away Ethan’s eyes are wide and his laugh is giddy. “Nice.”

You laugh and shove him off you. “Come on, dumbass. Let’s get inside before they think we killed each other.” Ethan laughs lightly, taking your hand as you reach to open the door.

Amy and Kat are sitting on the sofa looking anxious and frustrated, respectively. You pull Ethan through the door, hands still entwined, and announce “Ethan is a fucking idiot!”

Amy gasps and points at your hands. “Did he? Did you?” She jumps from her seat and crowds you while Kathryn smirks at you over her shoulder.

You smile at Amy. “Ethan doesn’t know how to use his fucking words.” Ethan looks sheepish, agreeing with you under his breath.

“Thank God that’s over.” Kat teases, poking your side as you settle down on the couch again. “I really thought I’d have to kill him.”

“Shush! Less drama, more Disney movies.” Ethan curls up next to you as Amy presses play on the remote. Hands still entwined, you sit with Ethan and the girls until you can feel yourself drifting off again. You’d have to talk more with Ethan, about what was going to happen, but that could come later. Right now you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

Listen to me

Negan x reader 

Words count : 2,093 

Warnings : Negan language, smut, NSFW, Y/N. 

Fandom : The Walking Dead 

You were a new member of the Saviors. You’ve been on your own for about a month after you lost the members of your group. You came across members of the Saviors who got you back to their place, the Sanctuary. You’ve met Negan and he, obviously wanted to make you one of his wives, but you said no. He wouldn’t give up that easily.

Originally posted by marythenurse



You woke up this morning, kind of tired after yesterday’s run. You lazily got up, got some random clothes on, it wouldn’t matter that long since you were going to take a shower. You took some clean clothes, and some underwear Negan got you. You told him that you wouldn’t become one of his wives but he kept on trying. And even though you would never become one, feeling desired again felt kind of good. You headed outside your room, walking down the corridor when suddenly you felt someone holding your wrist tight enough to make your hand turn red. There he was, Negan. “Ouch, you’re hurting me !” you screamed, causing him to hold you tighter. “oh, you have no fucking idea how fucking hard it’s been for me. Seeing you walking this fine ass around, flirting with those pricks when you can have, ME.” he said as he leaned over you, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. 

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A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

  • okay to start this off
  • I think it’s safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend
  • you’ve known each other since high school
  • you’ve supported him before and after his debut
  • you were right beside him during his trainee years
  • the both of you have spent a lot of time together
  • made wonderful memories together
  • and have earned each other’s trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times
  • you two were practically inseparable
  • and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for
  • “Jihoonie can we go get food?” You plead
  • “Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets
  • "okay..” You respond softly as you sit back
  • without even 5 minutes passing
  • “Fine fine let’s go get food. Just stop acting cute.” He says as he exits the studio
  • you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face
  • you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at
  • “Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek
  • "Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away
  • "They’re not wrong. You are cute.” You smile sweetly at his direction
  • Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that
  • and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon
  • “Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us.”
  • everything was fine with the both of you
  • beyond fine in fact
  • one problem tho
  • you fell for him
  • tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn’t
  • falling for him wasn’t the only problem 
  • what would happen if you told him was another
  • yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other
  • but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 
  • and your whole relationship with him might end
  • because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them
  • so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 
  • not knowing whether you’ll get hurt or not
  • and it’s really scary considering that you’re risking your whole relationship here
  • one wrong move and you could lose him
  • but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point
  • so you slowly start showing signs
  • like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does
  • and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday
  • “Ahh my Jihoonie~ You’re working hard for this comeback. Here’s a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n”
  • “Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It’s alright haha don't worry~ Don’t overwork yourself. xoxo y/n”
  • “Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don’t overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n”
  • or by casually flirting every now and then
  • “I didn't know angels walk among us.” you wink at him
  • “Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us.” he smirks at you
  • “…Jihoon I swear.” you playfully hit him on his shoulder
  • yeT HE DOESN’T NOTICE ONE THING
  • his members did though
  • they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,
  • how soft and gentle you talk to him,
  • how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can’t
  • they noticed it all
  • and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together
  • even though you didn't need help, they insisted
  • “No really guys, it’s fine. You don't have to.”
  • “Nope. We’re gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not.”
  • and boy did they help
  • they’ve tried a lot of things too 
  • one was when all of you went to an amusement park
  • and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream
  • they all suddenly disappeared
  • leaving you with just Jihoon
  • “Where did everyone go?” he asks, holding his cup of ice cream
  • “I don't know.” you say in confusion
  • bECAUSE THEY DIDN’T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS
  • after like minutes of waiting for them
  • the both of you have already finished your ice creams
  • “Let’s just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go.” He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride
  • and wasn’t that one of the best days you have ever had
  • still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan
  • but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon
  • so it’s a win-win
  • another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm
  • and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven
  • where you write your name on a piece of paper
  • put it in a box
  • and whoever's name is in the paper you pick
  • you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes
  • hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven
  • after a few rounds of the game 
  • by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes
  • it was finally your turn
  • and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment
  • “Jihoon." 
  • everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that
  • "I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said
  • "How could it be small for you when you're already small?” You teasingly asked
  • “Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 
  • surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t that awkward
  • maybe because it was just the two of you
  • yes you two were in a small closet
  • yes you're almost leaning against him
  • but it wasn’t awkward
  • the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two
  • and that was it
  • as much to your and the members’ disappointment
  • nothing happened
  • after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together
  • you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all
  • the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 
  • the two of you decided to have a movie marathon
  • it is now between 11-12 am
  • the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie
  • "Why did she do that?” He asks in frustration
  • “I don't know, that's why we’re watching it”
  • “She shouldn’t have done that.” He replies
  • a few minutes later
  • the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one
  • “Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?” You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him
  • “Sure”
  • and as if the universe wanted to play with you again
  • a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 
  • allowing him to see your lock screen
  • the notification covered some of it but it’s really obvious that it was him in your lock screen
  • “Ahh! No don’t look at it!” You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him
  • he didn’t say anything
  • he just smirked
  • “You have me as your lockscreen?” He looks at you
  • “Erm..no..what are y-" 
  • "Mhmm, I know you’re lying right now.” He said 
  • “Fine fine. Yes it’s you. Let me explain”
  • he just nods in response
  • “okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for…for you.” you say looking down, blushing 
  • he just stayed quiet
  • “Please if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend.” You plead
  • “Ahh…I uhm..” he says
  • “…what is it?” You ask him
  • he says nothing and just hands you his phone
  • and you see that
  • his homepage is a picture of you
  • “I like you too y/n.." 
  • you were honestly about to scream
  • but you just pulled him in for a hug
  • "Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!” You say
  • “I just told you I liked you too and you’re still calling me your best friend?” He said jokingly
  • “What do you want me to call you then?” You ask as you pull away from the hug
  • “Mine” he smirks
  • you hit him lightly on his chest
  • “Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that.” You say to him
  • “Anyway…now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?” He asks
  • “Yes! Ofcourse!” You respond basically screaming
  • “Calm down. Let’s continue watching the movie. Or maybe let’s find another one. This one’s getting boring.” He chuckles
  • he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle
  • without hesitation
  • you went in 
  • the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.
  • “How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?” You ask
  • “Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you.”

Originally posted by woozioppa

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A/N: An anon request for one where the team is playing Cards Against Humanity. Spencer and the reader are the worst/best and keep making each other laugh. The team never expected this out of either of them. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

Warnings: Cards Against Humanity can end up being a very dirty game. So sex talk? I guess?

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“Okay, so this game is completely and totally subjective?” Rossi asked confused after Morgan explained the rules for the second time.

It was a wonder you’d all managed to get Rossi and to come. Hotch was home with Jack because Jack was having a sleepover and Hotch was having a sleepover of his own with Beth, so no one thought you’d be able to convince Rossi to come play this fucked up game. “Yes, Rossi,” you laughed, taking a sip of wine as you passed out the cards. “Each one of us gets ten white cards. There’s one black card that everyone has to ‘complete’ with one of our white cards. Then the ‘Card Czar’ which changes with each round, picks whatever answer they think is the funniest. The goal is to get each other to laugh. We all clear?”

Rossi shrugged. Garcia excitedly shuffled through her cards. Morgan had the same smirk he always did when he assumed he was going to win. JJ and Emily both had game faces on and you and Spencer were quietly sipping at the wine and beed you’d chosen for the night.

Finally, the cards were dealt and the game could begin. “Okay, Rossi, you can be the ‘Card Czar’ first, so you’re not going to put down an answer, you’ll just judge ours.”

“That I can do,” he said snarkily, as he took a swig of the wonderfully-aged bourbon he’d brought from home. “The first card is What’s that sound?”

Everyone glanced between each other and the cards and everyone put down their answers. It was going to be funny to have Rossi read some of these out loud. “Okay, here we go. What’s that sound? I’m gonna guess who’s who. Crushing the patriarchy. That has to be Emily. The new Radiohead album. I feel like that’s JJ. A cop who is also a dog. That has to be Garcia. Even more money. I bet that’s Y/N. Morgan’s has to be the one that I refuse to speak out loud, which leaves Spencer’s, the one I’m gonna pick beep beep boop beep boop.”

Spencer started to snicker under his breath. As his best friend in the entire world, you would’ve easily picked that one out as his. He was probably thinking of Doctor Who. “Emily’s was my next pick with crushing the patriarchy.” She couldn’t help but pump her fists in the air and take a bow. 

As the night wore on, you traded the ‘Card Czar’ position. Everyone knew who to save the dirty answers for - it was whenever Emily and Morgan were the Card Czars. Something none of them expected however, was that you and Spencer would also pull the dirty cards out. When Emily had the card, Feeling so Grateful #amazing #mylife #blank, you’d put down #having sex with a man and then eating his head, and Spencer, of all fucking people, put down #setting my balls on fire and cartwheeling to Ohio. “Oh my god,” Emily screeched. “I thought that was Morgan. Reid?” 

“This is fun,” he said, finishing the rest of his beer. “I get to surprise you all.” You also tended to bring out the dirty answers when Spencer was choosing because it was always fun to make him read the dirty cards aloud. “My turn.” The card wasn’t all that great and most people’s answer sucked and weren’t funny, but the last card was “Three dicks at the same time, nice,” Spencer said. “That has to be Y/N and it’s by far the funniest.”

“What is with you two?” JJ cried, throwing her hands up in the air so fast she nearly lost her booze. Garcia was just sitting there slack jawed, unable to figure out how the two seemingly innocent ones were pulling the dirtiest cards, and Morgan kept slapping Spencer on the back with each dirty card he pulled. Rossi on the other hand was stilling downing bourbon and looking at you all like he was an exhausted father trying to keep his kids in line. 

“Just because you think we’re innocent, doesn’t mean we actually are,” Spencer laughed, giggling so hard he fell backwards onto the floor. Reaching between you, you clinked your wine glass against Spencer’s beer bottle. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at everyone’s surprised faces. “This is fun,” you snickered. “Let’s keep going. I’m the Czar now bitches.” This is how every game of Cards Against Humanity went, every single time, no matter who was playing it. The game started off with everyone trying to make sense, and by the end, it evolved into who could be the dirtiest. “The card this round is…Oh no, Siri, how do I fix…? And go!”

By the looks on everyone’s faces, you could tell this was gonna be a good round. “Everyone’s got dirty cards, I can tell. I’m just gonna read off the six cards.” You paused, noticing the theme for this round was apparently anal sex or butt stuff of some kind. “Crazy anal orgasms, a finger up the butt, anal beads, what the fuck, people, unsheathing my massive horse cock, a medium horchata, and the ukulele version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Oh my god, guys.” Rossi was flabbergasted. If he ever looked at you all the same way again it would be a miracle. 

For a few moments, you just looked around, trying to gauge who picked what card. “I’m assuming Rossi picked a medium horchata.”

“Wrong,” he smiled, reaching out to pick the anal beads card. 

“Ahhhh!!!!” 

Everyone fell back in peels of laughter. Rossi? Really? Who were any of you kidding? Rossi was no doubt into some shit back in the day. It took a good five minutes for everyone to stop laughing, and Rossi to pour himself another bourbon before you could pick the winner. “This is too hard. It’s stumping me. My guess is that Somewhere Over the Rainbow is Garcia.” She nodded her head, sweetly taking her card back. “My winner is unsheathing my massive horse cock.”

From the side, came Spencer’s hand, grabbing his card with the biggest grin on his face. “Oh my god, Spence.” You snorted so hard, wine came out of your nose. “Pics or it didn’t happen!”

“Y/N, I am so drunk right now. Don’t tempt me.”

This game was probably going to end soon because no one could keep a poker face anymore. Spencer couldn’t stop laughing, and seeing him so drunk and happy made you giggle. You couldn’t control yourselves. Somewhere in the background, you heard Emily say something about how you wanted to tap that - which you wouldn’t deny. Morgan kept yelling for Spencer to take you into a room and pull down his pants. Rossi, of course, sipped at his bourbon with all the exasperation of a single father who couldn’t keep his kids in line, and JJ and Garcia were just sitting back and thoroughly enjoying everyone’s drunkenness. “We need to get them drunk more often,” Garcia laughed. 

Last Time

 Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word count: 1541

Author’s note: when the letter is in cursive and black is because there is a flashback.

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong


She was sitting on the hallway, seeing the people walking, some sad,some happy. In which group did she belong to? The sad ones, maybe worse, she was feeling like The World was collapsing. She needed somebody by her side, she needed him, but he was lying on the hospital bed in  the room in front of her.

The only person that could make her feel better and support her, was the reason why she was  empty, scared, worried, sad, angry with the world.

Y/N’s phone started ringing, Chris was calling, he left less than an hour ago, he spent almost as much time in the hospital as Y/N.

“Hey Chris” she tried to sound fine, but that was something impossible.

“Hi, how’s he?” she could hear the sound of drawers opening and closing in the background, he was probably looking for some clothes.

“Asleep, like the last hours, God Chris I need him to wake up,if…if he doesn’t…” she couldn’t make herself to continue.

“Everything is going to be ok, Y/N, don’t worry, Sebastian will wake up, just give it time” not even him could believe his own lie.

“He doesn’t have time Chris, he’s barely alive, I honestly don’t know if he’s gonna make it.The doctors…they said that he should have woken up three hours after the surgery,it’s been two hours since that.” Chris tried to calm her, to not make her say those things “I just…I just want him by my side again,you know?”

“Yeah, I know, we all want him by our side again, no more than you, that’s for sure, because after all you are his wife.”

“I’m going inside, when will you be back?” it was better with someone with her, even if that someone was not Sebastian.

“Two hours tops”

“Ok, bye” she hanged up before Chris could speak.

She got up from the floor, with slow steps she got into the room. There he was, her husband, weaker than ever, tubs all over him, asleep, in critical state. She breathed heavily and sat on the chair beside the bed.

“Hi…” surprisingly her voice was calm “I…I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe you can and maybe you can’t and then I’m just talking to myself, to fill this room. But if you can then this words would mean something, it’s not like I’m talking about something important, I’ts just…I don’t know I just want to talk to you”

Despite being in so bad conditions, he looked peaceful, more than she could ever remember.

“Look at you, you still can look handsome even at your worst” she smiled while she was talking, she wasn’t happy, it was a sad smile, the only one she could pull out at those moments.

“I don’t know if these are going to be our last moments, In case they are, I want to remember our life together, so I’m gonna tell to you our little fairy tale…”


By the time they met, Sebastian just finished filming “Captain America: The First Avenger” and she just got her first job as a graphic designer after finishing the university.

Y/N was more than happy to leave her job at that coffee shop for the new one, she finally could work at what she most loved.

It had been a week since Sebastian was back in New York, it was 8 a.m, when he entered the coffee shop near his apartment, he was never there before, he would usually go to Starbucks, but that day he fancied that place, with no reason.

The place was practically empty, only a few persons inside, at the bar was just a girl attending that had the back turned to him. He approached her.

“Sorry, miss?” she turned at the hearing of his voice, a wide smile was on her face, she usually smiled at costumers but today even more because it was her last day.

“Good morning, what would you like, sir?” that man was an amazing view for her eyes.

“Sebastian please, I’m not used to people calling me sir” he smiled back.

“So…Sebastian, what would you like?”

“I came here for a coffee, but I changed my mind the moment I saw you…” he looked at her badge “Y/N”.

She started to worry, did she do something wrong?, she always tried to make her costumers happy. Her face turned into a worried one.

“Calm down Y/N” he laughed “I do want a coffee with milk,please, but It’s also true that I changed my mind when I saw you…because you have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen” she smiled at that comment, it wasn’t the first time that a costumer told her she had a beautiful smile, but it wast the first time that her cheeks started to burn at the hearing of it and also no one ever told her that she had the most beautiful smile they have ever seen.

“There it is” Sebastian said.

“I could say the same thing about yours” she could not believe what she just said.

“I think I’m gonna start coming more to this place”

“For coffee?” Y/N asked, she knew it was a stupid question.

“No…for you” Sebastian answered.

“Well… it’s my last day, so I don’t think you are gonna get much of me after today.”

“In that case, would you do me the favor of giving me your number with that coffee?” she looked at his beautiful eyes, looking to see if he was joking, but not sign of it.

“Yeah, sure”


“Next thing I know I’m in love with a dork, my dork” she took Sebastian’s hand in hers “You made my last day at work the best one, it was the first time I felt so lucky in years…and then, then you proposed to me. I never would have expected it”.


“I haven’t been here for years” Sebastian told her, they were together for three years already, and that day would be the day he proposed to her.

“Why?It’s such a beautiful place” but she didn’t got an answer.

They were in Romania, they first went to Constanza, were Sebastian was from, then to Bucharest and now they were in Caras-Severing, heading to Bigar, there was such a beautiful cascade, which Sebastian and Y/N have only seen in pictures.

“ I have a feeling that this place is going to be my favorite” she could already hear the water fall, they were close.

“Me too” he whispered, but not for the wonderful cascade.

A little bit more of walking and they arrived to the destination, they were not the only tourists.

“This is even better than the pictures” she looked around her, people taking photos, kids laughing and playing, mothers calling their attention, some looked at Sebastian and she could hear they calling him Bucky,Sebastian was keeping her in his strong arms.

“Would you believe me if I told you, that you are more beautiful than this?”

“No way” she answered smiling.

She wanted to rest her head on his chest, but he got away from her suddenly. She turned and saw him on his knees with a little velvet box on his hands. Everyone was looking at them,some taking pictures.

“Are you doing what I think you are doing?” she could not believe it, and would not believe it until the words come out of his lips.

“Y/N Y/L, the day I met you, I didn't know why but I wanted to go to that coffee shop, a place I never had been before that day, and I saw you there, calling me sir, with your beautiful smile, the most beautiful smile I’ve had ever seen, the one I know you got right now even though I can’t see it because of your hands”  you laughed at his comment, and tried not to cry, of happiness of course. “ So me, going there so randomly, I know now that it was destiny. I love you more than my life Y/N, you are the only one that I want and love, the only one that I want to start a family with…Sweetheart, would you marry me?” now he was more nervous than ever, the answer, what if she said no?

“Yes, a million times yes, I will marry you Sebastian Stan” he put the beautiful ring on her finger and kissed her like if he wanted it the most. The people around them started applauding.


“ That place is definitely my favorite one” she was crying “God Sebastian, you have made me the  happier woman ever, I love you with all my soul, you can’t even imagine how much I love you. If I could I would take your place right now without giving it a second thought” her hands went to his hair, then to his face, caressing it. 

“I know you loved…love, me too, I never doubted it, and I never will. My heart belongs to you Sebastian, I belong to you, I’m yours forever” and with that she gave him the last kiss.


Chris went running in the hospital , Sebastian’s room was empty, he looked for Y/N, and found her in the room’s bathroom, crying on the floor.

“Y/N” Chris said softly. She just stared at him with hopeless eyes , her face was pallid, she just denied. Chris ran and sit beside her, keeping her in his arms, trying to give her comfort. “ How long?” he asked.

“No…no more than twenty minutes ago” she could barely speak, and he could not stop the tears from falling.


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anonymous asked:

The last fic you posted with Percy and Vax fucked me up! It was so good and was everything I didn't know I needed. Loved it! I now want to know what each of the other characters experiences would be like. <3

Thank you, anon! <3  I’ve actually been thinking about that this weekend. Very short versions …

Scanlan’s imagined his own death in many ways, but catching a stray illness in a no-name town is not one of those ways. But the fever sets in one morning, and never goes away. 

When he sees Vax at his bedside, he assumes it’s a hallucination. “Imagine me,” he tells the apparition, “Scanlan Shorthalt, savior of the entirety of fucking Exandria, dying in a shithole town like … what the hell is the name of this town, anyway?”

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Drabble; Greasy Hair, Don’t Care (Liam x Gf!Reader)

Title: Greasy Hair, Don’t Care 

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 919

NOTE: THIS IS PLOTLESS. Also, this was originally a part of my other fic series (not uploaded here), but I decided to post it as a standalone imagine. A few things to note:

• The girlfriend is an alpha to another pack. She had graduated from school. I’ll leave her age to your imagination. She could be older, or she could be a genius who graduated early.

• Liam comes to her place so often he’s practically living there.

• Y/N - Your Name.

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Liam hadn’t been sleeping well for two days, and it was taking a toll on him.

Physically, he felt like he had been hit by a bus, then ran over by a few cars. Mentally, he didn’t even know his name.

And needless to say, his mind certainly didn’t register whatever the heck his girlfriend was babbling about the moment he stepped into her room. He tuned her out as soon as he plopped onto the bed, feeling his body practically melted into the soft mattress. Y/N’s voice sounded like a faded echo in the background, and if only she wasn’t going off about his hair, Liam thought the sound might actually be quite comforting.

Wait, was she talking about his hair?

“Liam Anthony Dunbar…” She started, and Liam immediately didn’t like where things were going. It was never a good thing when your girlfriend called you by your full name. When Y/N called someone by their full name, she meant business.

And Liam silently hoped that whatever business it was, it won’t involve him getting out of the bed. Because dear lord, he was on the brink of life and death. 

Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerating. But point blank, Liam Dunbar did not want to leave the bed.

“Liam.” She repeated, this time putting her gaming console down and tearing her eyes away from the TV to face him. “If you won’t do anything about that pile off greasy ass thing on your head you called hair, I swear to god you’re gonna be bald tomorrow.”

Hearing that he didn't actually need to get out of bed at the moment, Liam internally sighed in relief. But he groaned on the outside, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it onto his face to completely block her out. Seriously, he was tired and sleepy and he just wanted to sleep. Who the hell cared about hair?

Y/N did, apparently. Maybe a little too much, since she was still talking about it, much to Liam’s dismay.

And boy, it was getting on his nerves.

“Y/N, will you please shut up??” He yanked the pillow away from his face, looking at his girl tiredly. “I’ll wash my hair later, or just shave my head if you want to, I don’t care. Just please shut up.”

And she did. Liam didn’t wait to see her expression change, he didn’t want to. He simply picked up the pillow once again and hid his head under it, then turned his back to her. The room was silent for a moment save the sound from Y/N’s abandoned game, and Liam wondered if he had went too far.

But he felt the mattress dip on his side, and then there were fingers running through his hair. His pile of greasy ass hair. 

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong." 

Y/N’s voice was softer this time, making Liam sighed in content and automatically leaned into her touch. "Nothing’s wrong, Y/N.”

“You’re a terrible liar, that’s what’s wrong.” Liam could hear the light chuckle in her voice. “You just snapped at me, Liam. You don’t do that.”

“Am sorry.” He mumbled with eyes closed, not knowing what else to tell her given his current state. But he knew Y/N wasn’t going to take that as an answer.

“Come on pup, tell me. Is someone messing with you at school? Is that Nolan kid bothering you again? Do I need to give him a scratch or two?”

A small, adorable smile tugged on Liam’s lips at the playful threat. Y/N never admitted it out loud, but Liam knew that she always prioritize his happiness and well-being. Well, she prioritized the pack too, but Liam liked to believe he was a little more special.

And he wasn’t wrong about that.

“No, it’s nothing like that. No one is messing with me at school.” He finally answered her, while casually moving his head from the mattress onto her lap. “It’s just that I don’t sleep well these days, and its making me really tired. And your babbling doesn’t help.” He added the last part quietly, but Y/N heard it. Thankfully, she wasn’t mad - she just smiled.

“Aw, Li. Why didn’t you tell me about this? I could’ve help you.”

“Help me?” He peeked an eye open and looked up at her. “How? I’m- I’m not gonna take sleeping pills, so dont even try suggesting it.”

Y/N laughed at that. “I mean I can help you relax before bedtime, silly. A bath, hot chocolate, massage, things like that.”

“Oh, that.” Liam sighed, closing his eyes again and went back to snuggling her. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Well, get off then. That bath isn’t gonna prepare itself, doesn’t it?” Y/N poked his shoulder, and Liam reluctantly rolled off her lap. He watched her disappeared into the bathroom, and suddenly remembered what they were arguing about earlier.

“Hey Y/N, do I still have to wash my hair?" 

"Yes!” She called out from inside the bathroom. “Your hair is so greasy I could fry some KFC in it, Liam. I don’t want any of that near my face when I’m sleeping. So you either wash your hair, or you dont get cuddles." 

"Noooo, I need my cuddles!” He whined dramatically, reaching out a hand towards his girlfiend who was now walking back into their room. Y/N just rolled her eyes, obviously not buying the act. 

Just another day in the life of Liam and Y/N, when things weren’t crazy with monsters and darkness.

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anonymous asked:

Ok. So, to find out when the game itself takes place, you've gotta know when the studio was open. At first, I assumed that Bendy was a rubberhose toon from the height of that style of cartoons. That would put their timeline between 1925 and 1935. Since Sammy recognized Henry but Henry didn't know about the studio extensions in the basement, Henry would have had to leave the studio sometime around 1928. However, Henry also wasn't around for the instillation of the ink machine,… (Mo 1)

(2) which Sammy said was build “over their heads”. So Sammy was either: 1.) downstairs when the ink machine was built, or 2.) the tape recorder was moved downstairs. We also know from Wally’s recordings that Joey had “everyone” donate something from their workstations, so the employees at that time were pretty few. Each item can probably be associated with a specific person; the book is Joey’s the record Sammy’s, and I imagine the doll belinged to the guy who did toys. (Mo)

(3) But based on how small the company was at the time (and modelling it off Disney’s early years) I can’t imagine Henry wasn’t working there at that time; in fact, the inkwell could be his. So where’s the overlap, and how did Joey publish a book if the company was that small? Demonic hijinks definitely accounts for some of it, but the timing is weird. If (basing this assumption off Wally’s first recording) the ink machine was put up very soon after the pedestals, … (Mo)

(4) then it’s possible Henry left between the pedestals and the ink machine. That still doesn’t leave a lot of time for Henry knowing and being super close to all his coworkers, but it works. UNTIL I saw someone notice the “Buy Bonds” mark I hadn’t seen before on one of the episode posters. When I researched, I couldn’t find any examples of cartoon propaganda in WWI. WWII, however, is well known for it. Now we’d have to rework what we already figured out for a new timeperiod. (Mo)

(5) First off, why would this studio still be using rubberhose-style animation long after it had gone out of style? They probably started the studio right before rubberhose went out, and wouldn’t or couldn’t update it. That puts them starting the studio in the 1934-1935 range. That’s good, because it gives plenty of time between the founding to when it went mad. Wally said that the animations weren’t being finished on time anymore, which means they had a time schedule. (Mo)

(6?) A time schedule like that would probably be imposed by a distributer. At this time, probably the studio was doing a lot of work for the government and military and being funded by them (hence “Buy Bonds”). This is probably about the time that Joey really stopped caring about the actual animations. The extensions probably also happened around then. So when did Henry leave the studio? Probably right before the studio was doing animations for the military. (Mo)

(7) At that time, Joey was probably already starting to slip. There were probably already plans for an extension to the studio, and rudimentary plans for the ink machine. This would’ve been about 1940-1941. Henry would have been really familiar with everyone there, maybe to the point of leaving behind a keepsake that could later be used for the pedestals. The extensions are built, the ink machine installed, more employees hired, and the studio went under probably late 40’s. (Mo)

(8; last one, promise!) Whether the studio went under because of money or demonic issues is up for interpretation. So, assuming that demonic stuff means that Henry went back exactly 30 years after he left the studio, the game may take place in 1970 or 1971. All of that is, of course, a guess. I’ve found it fun to try to connect the game to the actuall history of animation. I guess only time and new chapters will reveal what really happened! Thanks for letting me do this. -Mo💚

Dang when you said it was the length of a novel you weren’t kidding.

Anyways, let’s try and go through this one thing at a time.

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daddy || ashton irwin

this definitely contains smut so read at your own risk…

Ashton’s fingers grazed against your thigh. It didn’t matter that you were out with the guys, Ashton was in charge.

Even if you’d wanted to pull away, you couldn’t, you’d be punished for it later.

Ashton’s fingers traveled north and he briefly felt where your panties would be, and you were trying desperately to play it cool.

He leaned in close “Good girl.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He’d specifically told you not to wear any.

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anonymous asked:

I l o v e the future fics you do for ChrisxMC! Here's a prompt I'd love for you to write: MC telling Chris she's pregnant in a sweet way.

Hi, Nonny! Thanks for the prompt! I put my notes about this fic at the end. I hope you enjoy this little story!

Something is up with his wife. Chris is positive of this when he returns home for the third day in a row to find Maggie sleeping on sofa. He knows she’s been working hard on her book. It’s her first solo venture and he knows its taking a lot out of her, but it’s not just the tiredness. She’s been moody and irritable with him. He’s been wondering if it’s because he’s been so busy at the school lately. It’s nearing the end of the football season and Cherryfield is doing really well. They should be in the play-offs if the next couple games go well and Coach Reynolds has been giving him a lot more responsibilities. On top of that, it’s midterm season and any time that he’s not coaching, Chris is assisting  in the counselor’s office. He loves being there for the kids and helping them keep their footing when things get tough, but it does take up a lot of his time. 

That’s why he brought the flowers and sushi home with him tonight. He’s hoping her favorite calla lillies and spicy tuna roll will cheer her up and they can spend the night together reconnecting. 

Chris walks into the kitchen and sets the food on the counter before stepping back out to the living room, flowers in hand. He sets them on the end table next to the sofa and kneels down. He brushes Maggie’s dark hair out of her face and presses a kiss to her cheek. 

“Nnnnuhh,” Maggie grumbles in her sleep and burrows deeper into the throw pillow. 

“Mags? You feeling all right?”

“What do you think, Chris?” Maggie mutters sarcastically, her voice muffled.

Chris sighs and tries not to get upset with her tone.   

“I know you’ve been kinda outta sorts,” Chris says, rubbing her back in comforting circles. “So I brought home dinner and flowers.”

“Flowers?” Maggie squints one eye open and considers him. 

“Yeah, your favorite,” Chris smiles and picks up the bouquet from the table. He lifts them into her eye line.

“Oh, Chris, that’s so sweet,” Maggie’s face softens and she smiles at him. She sits up and takes the flowers from him, leaning into the bouquet to take a deep breath. Suddenly, she pales and begins struggling to get up from the sofa. 

“Maggie?” Chris asks, concerned. He offers her a hand and she waves him off. 

“The smell…it’s…I gotta…” Maggie darts past him toward the bathroom. He hears a retching noise a moment later. 

Chris sits on the living room floor completely stunned. What on earth is going on? he thinks to himself. He sighs again, at a loss as to what to do next. 

Maggie doesn’t like anyone with her when she’s sick, so Chris stands and goes back to the kitchen. He drops the flowers in the trash and then pours a tall glass of cold water. 

When Maggie emerges, he offers her the glass of water and she takes it with a slight grateful smile. 

“Thanks,” she says sheepishly before she takes a long sip. 

“I’m sorry about the flowers,” Chris apologizes as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “I thought they were your favorite. You had them all over at the wedding.”

“They are my favorite. The smell was just a little overwhelming tonight. It was a very sweet thought,” Maggie smiles at him again and Chris can’t help but notice it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Maybe part two of his plan will go better. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks. “I brought home sushi from…”

Maggie interrupts him before he can finish, “Sushi? What are you thinking, Chris? I can’t eat sushi. Oh, god, the thought alone.” She gags again and Chris throws his hands up in frustration. 

“Maggie, what the hell? You’ve been so weird lately. You’re irritable and sleeping all the time and now you’re throwing up because of flowers? I mean…what is going on?”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” Maggie asks incredulously. “What’s going on, Chris, is that your baby is making my hormones go crazy! I’m throwing up all the time and the only thing I can keep down is banana mush and I hate bananas! I haven’t been able to write in days because I just want to sleep and watch the British baking show and I….” Maggie starts crying and Chris just freezes, completely dumbfounded. 

“My…baby?”

“Yes,” Maggie wails. “God, I can’t even tell you without screwing everything up.”  

“Maggie,” Chris laughs joyously, “Maggie, you’re pregnant? We’re pregnant?” He stares at her, his eyes wide and sparkling with pure happiness. 

Maggie sniffles as she wipes at her nose, “Yeah. I figured it out last week and…”

Before she can finish, Chris sweeps her into his arms and holds her close. He buries his face in her neck. He can’t believe it. They’ve been trying for so long. He starts spinning her around as he whoops happily, “We’re having a baby!” 

Maggie laughs and shrieks at him, “Yes, yes, but put me down unless you want me throw up on you!”

Chris sets her down and cups her face in his hands.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Chris,” she whispers to him with a soft, contented smile.

Chris dips his head and kisses her hard on the mouth for a long moment before cuddling her to his chest. 

“I’m sorry i’m such a mess,” she says with a sigh. “I had this idea to tell you on your birthday in a few days, but I guess keeping the secret was getting to me.”

“I don’t care how you told me, Maggie. This is the greatest day of my life.” 

“Mine too, Chris. Mine too.”  

I decided since MC and Chris have a lot of really sweet moments, I’d go a little different with this one. I hope you still like it, Nonny! The mug above is the gift Maggie was going to give Chris on his birthday.  Source

i wanna wake up where you are

Jeff woke up feeling stiff and sweaty, his mouth sour from sleep. Sitting up on one elbow, he blinked. He was at his own apartment, in his own bed, with Kevin in between his legs. A soft noise to his right caught his attention and he turned his head. 

Kent was asleep in a chair, one of his textbooks propped open across his belly. He’d slumped over, head leaning against one hand, and he was wearing that t-shirt that said ‘so… i went home and cried’ on the front of it. Jeff frowned. What were they doing at his place? Clearing his throat, he reached out and nudged Kent’s knee.

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part 1 of an oc (Theo) fic with a little bit of fluff, a little bit of torture, a little bit of me not knowing wtf I’m doing.
ft. BUNNY ALLERGIES LET’S GOOO

EDIT: oops, I should probably also mention that my ocs have abilities & you can read about them here. c:

💢 PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS 💢

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Be More Michael!

a/n: At first, I can’t see any situation where Michael takes a squip. But seeing how I put an (with a name and everything) au out there I have it a shot by shimmying around some very circumstantial stuff. 
summary: Michael just wanted a tictac
w/c:1823
warning:
VERY QUESTIONABLE PLOT?? drug mentioned (mainly pot and squip)


“Wait so it’s like drugs?” Michael muttered as they walked side by side down to the Payless. He rummaged through his hoodie’s pockets and began picking at the lint he found in every crevice. “Are you sure you wanna take drugs? You know JUST stopped gagging when you take a drag of the blunt” Michael winked at him, sticking out his tongue adding a bit more insult to his tease.

Jeremy turned up his nose and stiffened his spine trying to make himself look taller. “It’s not drugs…it’s a computer…or whatever, I don’t know how to explain it. Rich had this cool song…” He waved his hands in front of him. “It’s from Japan.” His voice went up a few octaves before cracking, trying to recreate the feel.

Michael nodded a bit, “sounds legit.” The closer they got the more Jeremy began to perspire beside him. “Dude stop walking like someone who’s about to make a drug deal.”

“W-What” Jeremy flinched then looked around nervously. “I-I look like someone who’s going to make a deal!”

“That or you look like someone who’s about to take a major dump in his pants.” Michael clapped his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders and gave him a small squeeze. “Just be chill.”

“That’s MY problem, I don’t know how to be CHILL, Michael.” He hung his head a bit and sighed. “…I wish I can be more like you.” He chuckled a bit. “You’re always pretty chill.”

“Be more like me then, walk in there and trade in hundreds of dollars for a possibility of awesomeness…or a complete and utter waste of time.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more Michael, Michael” Jeremy’s blue eyes disarmed Michael’s heart and he felt all his taunts and best friend banter go out the window and into speeding traffic. “Say…uh…you usually buy your weed…mind…ya know…” He swayed a bit, pulling a very sweet Heere smile.

How could Michael say no? With a few groans and eye rolls, Jeremy slapped the bills into Michael’s hand went to wait for him inside of Spencer’s. Michael walked in with a little more sauve than Jeremy but he couldn’t shake the small voice that reminded him he was packing 600$ of money that didn’t belong to him. The drug deal was suddenly weighing on him a bit harder than his usually dime-bag deal. Still, Jeremy was counting on him and he pushed through the Payless and walked over to an exceptionally greasy looking stock boy behind the counter. “I’m here for the…stuff.” Michael leaned up against the desk, keeping his face turned away from the employee.

“The stuff?” He repeated in a monotone voice.

“Yea-yea man you know the stuff, that stuff, that special stuff.” Michael waved his hand coolly, he even popped the hood of his hoodie up adding to the effect. He was so suave, Jeremy would cream himself if he saw him. Wait—why did that come to mind. Suddenly Michael felt himself flush and a hand come to his mouth. Suddenly he felt the box nudge his arm and he looked down. So there it was…600 dollars worth of drugs. He opened it up to check and his face fell… “My…dude…” he muttered opening the box fully “what the hell is this?”

“Size eight-n-a half red pumps from the back room.” He shrugged, “We ran out a week ago, I’ve been holding onto it for the right price.”

“Do I look like I’m here for a size eight heel?” He pulled up the shoe by the heel and began to wave it around.

The stockman shrugged then waved his hand over his face, “probably and maybe a tictac.”

Michael groaned and leaned in a bit to the counter against the stockboy’s wishes. “I’m here for…the squip?” He whispered watching the man’s eyes go from dull to very steely and cold. He gave Michael a nod and went to the backroom. After two long minutes of waiting he returned with a regular looking shoe box. Michael opened it up a second time half expecting another pair of shoes when he noticed a baggie with a long, off gray pill inside. “So…this is it?” This tiny thing was worth 600$?

“400.” The guy grunted, Michael blinked.

“Wait w-”
“You heard me, four. Hundred.”

There was no arguing with that, Michael handed over the money saving Jeremy two hundred dollars and getting the drugs for him. He was going to be his hero. “Alright, oh can I have a tictac too?” He breathed into his closed hand and wondered if he had severe sushi breath.

“Here take it with Red Dew, and also, before you go I gotta tell you that–” He handed over the mint then realized Jenna was strolling over. “We’re all out!”

“Of…shoes?” She shook her head a bit then looked at Michael.

“Right.” The stock boy turned his attention to Jenna and left Michael to his devices. Michael didn’t seem to think there was anything else he needed to know. A drug was a drug and from what he knew pills got ingested. A part of him did worry though…his brother and his father were big on the war against drugs. His brother more so he was turning into Michael’s police man when it came to his future. He made his way towards the Spencer’s, thumbing the tictac in his hand while he examined the pill some more.

“Well lil buddy, you’re gonna make my buddy super cool…” He chuckled talking to the small pill. “Which shouldn’t be too hard, Jeremy is already the coolest, but I guess sharing that kind of cool-a-tude with the rest of the world won’t be bad. After all” Michael felt his smile soften a bit. “After, all Christine won’t be able to resist him once she gets to know him.”

For a second Michael thought about…well what if he didn’t give this to Jeremy. Nothing would change, he wouldn’t have to share Jeremy with anyone. No one would have to know how Jeremy was awesome at Mario Kart, or the fact he held the n64 controller WRONG by using that weird middle handle. Or the way he wrinkled his nose right before he laughed like he was trying to fight it back. No one had to know that Jeremy could name the best 80s B-rate horror films in order of blood content. No one had to know that Jeremy had a small mole on his hip that as a kid his father would say was his tickle button. No one had to know the Jeremy Michael knew…He held the pill in his hand feeling like he could crush it in his palm…then sighed, stuffing it in his pocket.

It would crush Jeremy. It would suck if Jeremy was unhappy. He bit his bottom lip and smiled, feeling his muscles relax with defeat. If this made Jeremy happy… well then Michael didn’t need any more reason than that. After all what were bros for? He smirked as he watched Jeremy narrowly avoid half of the anime merch, even with his back to it, Michael knew he was probably eyeing some shirt or poster. “Jeeeer” Michael sang as he walked through the store. “I got your drugs.”

“MICHAEL” Jeremy shrieked cupping both hands at his mouth. “Don’t! SAY!THAT!” He hissed, turning red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.

“Tehe.” Michae chuckled beneath his hands. “Alright, alright, oh and I saved you 200$.”

“Wow, and here was worried I blew ALL of my money.” Jeremy opened the box and blinked. There was no pill, his face went pale for a second when Michael pulled his hand from his pocket and presented him with the small white pill. “Jesus, Michael you scared me!”

“Is it ok for a Jewish kid to swear to Jesus?” Jeremy shrugged a bit and it forced a small laugh out of Michael as his friend looked at the pill. “Well…there it is, cool in a capsule. You ready?”

“You wanna split it?” Jeremy asked his eyes on it, this was going to change his life. He could feel it.

“I don’t think it works like that…plus I like knowing when you’re cool, you’re gonna owe me.” He winked. “You gotta drink that with Mountain Dew, by the way.”

“Why?” Jeremy didn’t mind but it felt like a strange combination.

“No clue, just do it.” Michael was ready to watch Jeremy take his first steps into drug induced popularity when his phone buzzed. He snatched it out of his hoodie pocket and pouted. “I gotta run, brother is coming home tomorrow and I have to help mom clean out his room.”

“I didn’t think Ryan would be back so soon, isn’t he like…in college?”

“Yea he’s only coming for a short while before finals hit him. Then we won’t hear from him for another few weeks.” Michael shrugged, “sooo that means tomorrow night, we’re hanging at your place!”

With a ruffle of Jeremy’s short, tuffed brown hair Michael was off. He didn’t hear much from Jeremy after that, Michael felt like asking how it went and whether he was alright. However he was probably enjoying his new popularity, more importantly his mom had him carry down boxes of junk that had been storing in Ryan’s room to the basement, Aka Michael’s man cave. “Are we done yet, MA?” He called from down stairs feeling grungier than usual.

“Si~” She sang from the kitchen.

Michael slumped into his beanbag and stared at the second one beside him. He wondered if Jeremy would be too cool for video games? No, that was unlikely. Jeremy would be himself, just…maybe less sweaty and better breath. “Ah… right.” He dug his hands into his pocket and found his tictac. He popped it into his mouth and rolled it around in his tongue. It wasn’t right, no mint flavor and it was surprisingly sleeker than he thought.

“Michael, tienes hambre? (Michae are you hungry?)” his mother called from upstairs.

“Nah Ma I’m fine-aH” He spoke while his tongue was still testing the strange pill in his mouth. He felt the tictac roll down his throat and in a moment of pure shock he reached for his soda and chugged it down dislodging the small object from his throat canal.  “Fuck…” He hissed, gulping making sure he was not going to choke on a tictac. What a lame death that would be.

Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his watery eyes. The moment past and he reached for his phone realizing he had a missed call from Jeremy. Probably called while he was helping his mother. His hand paused when he heard, so clearly a voice say.

Calibrating Cerebral functions

“Huh…” Michael looked around and stared at his TV which was very clearly off.

Identifying …Michael Mell…Self confident, glorified…loser.

“Wait woah who said that, I am not a glorified loser! … I’m a regular loser with great qualities.” He spoke back to the disembodied voice.

Well, then regular loser Michael. This…is going to hurt.

And it did.