this is the only i will like you wesley

Okay guys but a remake of The Princess Bride where the frame story is a sick little girl home from school, playing like Breath of the Wild when her grandmother comes in to read her a book. And she starts reading aloud, and the fantasy part starts and it’s footage from the original film that plays for 30 seconds, before the little girl interrupts to be like “is this a story where a bunch of guys save a girl?” in this really annoyed voice

And the grandmother is like “……nooo, let me start again, I misread,” and the fantasy starts again, except this time Wesley is a farm girl and Buttercup is the haughty boy who doesn’t realize he loves her, and Inigo Montoya is a woman, and so is Fezzik and Vizzini, and Humperdinck and Miracle Max, they’re all women, and the only men in the story are the ones playing the roles that were originally female (so: Buttercup, Max’s wife, old lady who boos in nightmare sequence, I literally think that’s it?)

(I thought about lesbian Princess Bride because of course, but then I thought what if you kept the script almost exactly the same, and when reviews complain that the men were boring, we can be like THE ROLES WERE ALWAYS BORING IT JUST WASNT NOTICEABLE BECAUSE THAT’S HOW YOU WRITE WOMEN)

(Lesbian Princess Bride tho, that’s giving me a lot to think about)

And there’s nothing gritty about the remake, the swordplay is as acrobatic as it is unrealistic, the quips are just as light, the colors just as bright, the characters just as ridiculous, and the rodents of unusual size are still giant puppets except women, everywhere women, women women women of all kinds, and it wins a billion oscars

Something Worth While

The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team

(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)


It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.

“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.

“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.

“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass. 

“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.

“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.

“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.

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“You don’t think it’s cool?” He gives up and fixes his hair with his fingers. “To meet another Keeper?” 

“I’ve never met one except for my grandfather.” It sounds naive, but it never occurred to me to think of others. I mean, I knew they existed, but out of sight, out of mind. The territories, the branches of the Archive—I think they’re all designed to make you feel like an only child. Unique. Or solitary. 

“Me either,” Wes is saying. “What a broadening experience this is.” He squares his shoulders toward me. “My name is Wesley Ayers, and I am a Keeper.” He breaks out into a full grin. “It feels good to say it out loud.”



Originally posted by pettywiise

Chosen Jacobs IS one of the most talented actors I’ve EVER seen ;

if you didn’t know , the other guys ( and girl ) had to go to audition like 4 or 5 times for their part in ‘it’ , BUT chosen only went ONCE . HE GOT THE PART IN HIS FIRST AUDITION ! Because Andy knew how freaking good he was ; ( not that the other guys aren’t , they are lovely .)

He’s such a pure human being, following him on Twitter makes my heart melt because he’s just so cute and nice to everybody;

His smile is LITERALLY the prettiest smile ever, it makes me smile right away. He is just such a positive person ;

He is always saying he loves his friends . AND HIS LAUGH IS SO FREAKING CUTE;

Not to mention, he is a great fucking actor . Do not sleep on this boy, because he will go SO far. I just know it ;

And I SWEAR TO GOD if I see some racist shit saying ( like I saw once and just ) saying that he would be better if he was white , IM KILLING THEM. I will fight them . I’m sorry that your mind is so small that you judge people because of their skin collor , get out .

+ if you do appreciate chosen then just

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Originally posted by eddiesangels

lots of love to every disabled queer today and every day !! you are allowed to be both queer and disabled !! you deserve proper accommodations for your disability/disabilities in queer community spaces (and in general) and you deserve proper respect for your queer identity/identities in disabled community spaces !! you are allowed to identify as both queer and disabled !! even if your disability/disabilities affect your queer identity/identities !! you deserve so much better than to feel like you can only be one or the other !! i hope each and every one of you has a lovely day !! 💕💕

Personally, I have a narrow definition of a “Mary Sue” character, based on three key features:

  1. The character is an intrusion upon the established premise
  2. The character is implausibly qualified to justify this intrusion
  3. The character is introduced in a fanwork

(You’ll notice that “has to be a girl” and “makes the story worse” aren’t up there.)

To me, a canon Mary Sue is a contradiction in terms.  Harry Potter, for example,  cannot be a Mary Sue in his own damn story.  Now, if jkrowling3392 wrote a Hermione Granger and the Very Interesting Curriculum fanfic, about a new boy who comes to school and derails everything into a totally unrelated plot about a secret magic war centered around his special scar, you might have something there.  But as it is, Harry is a different stock character we like to call “the protagonist.”

The closest I can think of to a canon Mary Sue would be Wesley Crusher, but to me that only means we should just acknowledge “a Wesley Crusher” as its own  distinct trope.  And even then, there’s a clear difference between Wesley and, say, Will Riker.  Both were clearly created by Gene Roddenberry for the painfully obvious purpose of acting out his fantasies, but Riker is designed to make sense as a bridge officer on a mighty flagship, while Wesley is contrived to belong there by virtue of having space!Mozart powers or whatever.  Of course, that would have been fine if the show was about space!Mozart.  But it wasn’t, which is why Wesley is only really frustrating in the episodes where everyone forgets how to do their jobs so he can save the day, or just doesn’t do their jobs because oh shit Wesley flunked a math test or met a cute girl.

Without that sense of disrupting the nominal story, the concept of Mary Sue becomes meaningless.  It’s vital to establish the story was “supposed” to be about something else, something more relevant, which has been overshadowed by the personal interests of one character.  Otherwise the term could be applied to any character simply for being new/capable/interesting/female.  And that would be silly, wouldn’t it?

demagogue-xx  asked:

Winterhawk. Mafia AU

“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit, Lang?” Bucky exclaims, stalking down the main staircase into the mansion’s foyer to keep Scott from leading the sloppily dressed blond any further inside. “Walking a goddamn nark right through the fucking front door?”

“What? No!” Scott’s hands spring up as he steps to the side leaving a good gap between him and his new friend, which is only to be expected, really. Guy’s seen exactly what Bucky can do, all up close and personal, like. “Steve said to get the guy, this is the guy!”

“Steve said to get the fucking nark guy?”

“The guy from the bar!” Scott hastens to explain. “The darts guy! You know, Luis heard about him from his cousin Gabriel, who got the intel from that busty bartender, who saw it–”

Bucky flings his arm out into the wall, his metal prosthetic leaving a sizable dent in the plaster. “Cut the shit, Lang! He’s a fucking nark!”

Which is of course when Stevie decides to join the party, leaning over the second floor banister to shout down at them, “The hell’s going on now?” Scott spins around to plead his case to the man on high, meanwhile his nark buddy is shoving his hand in his hoodie pocket and pulling something out, so naturally, Bucky whips his gun out of his shoulder holster and advances without issuing a warning, ‘cause that’s the gun’s job.

But the nark moves quick as anything, spinning in under Bucky’s guard and flipping his gun out of his grip, slapping his other hand down across the forearm of his prosthetic. There’s the subtle whir of the metal plates realigning as Bucky moves to punch the guy in his fool head, but with a sizzling pop, the arm refuses to respond to what his brain’s telling it all of the sudden.

Bucky’s still blinking down in befuddlement at the little silver disk stuck to his arm when the nark pivots again, catching Scott in the chest with a roundhouse and throwing a damned knife Stevie’s way where he’s barreling down the stairs before the guy has Bucky in a chokehold, holding him up as a meat shield with his own gun shoved up against his temple.

Bucky sees Steve flinch back, curling in over his hand as he drops his gun, the knife following after it, but he doesn’t really process it. He’s still stuck on who the flying fuck just waltzed up in here and pulled the damned Winter Soldier closer to himself while looking to threaten Bucky’s Captain.

“Assassin, actually,” the guy mutters–purrs more like, his words ghosting over the skin of Bucky’s neck. “But you’re in luck! I’m for hire. Pierce ain’t paying me near enough to take out someone as pretty as you.”

Tour life

Wesley Tucker x reader
Prompt: you’re on tour with Wes and there’s a mix up with the hotel and there’s only one bed.
Rating: PG
Words: 1281

Tonight was one of the lucky night’s that I got to spend in a hotel instead of on the tour bus. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being on tour, especially when it was with some of my best friends, but having an actual bed to sleep in was always enjoyed. None of the hotels we stayed at were the greatest but it was nice to have a full size bed for once.

When we stayed in hotels, we roomed in pairs. This time Wesley and I were sharing a room. We didn’t know each other very well but we got along pretty well.

We all gathered up enough stuff for one night and split up to go to our different rooms. As Wes and I walk to the room, we talk about how the tours gone so far. He tells me about some of the gifts he’s gotten from fans as he opens the door. I set my bad down next to the door as Wes walks in behind me. As first I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary until Wes points it out. 

 “Uh,” Wes freezes and I look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Weren’t we supposed to have two beds? Because there’s definitely only one.” I look up and sigh. He’s right, there’s only one bed.

 “I’ll call the desk and see if they can fix it. I’m sure there was just a mix up.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”Wes sits on the edge of the bed while I pick up the phone. I dial the number listed for the front desk and wait. When I tell them the problem, they say that it’s the only room available. For some reason this whole hotel is full. I sigh and thank them before hanging up. 

 “Bad news. This is the only room available. Everywhere else is full.” I report. 

“Okay,” he sighs. “Well, I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.” He starts to stand up and grab a pillow. 

 “No, Wes. I can’t let you do that.” I pause and bite my lip. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t. ” Wes bites his own lip and sweeps his eyes across the bed. 

“Okay.” He shrugs. “I can’t make any promises to not try and cuddle with you in my sleep though.” He jokes. 

 I smile. “Same here. It’s okay, I don’t mind.” 

 He grins. “Well, uh, did you want to shower?” 

 "Yeah. It’s nice to have an actual shower for once.“ I chuckle and well back over to my bag. 

 "Yeah, I know what you mean. I love touring but it gets difficult sometimes.” 

“Same here. Well, I’m gonna go shower.” I slowly start walking towards the bathroom. 

“Okay,” he smiles and settles back onto the bed. 

I lean against the door after closing it and take a deep breath. I’ve lowkey had a crush on Wes since the tour started. He was just adorable and I loved his voice. I’ve never expected anything to happen but now we’re sharing a bed together. 

I quickly get undressed and hop in the shower. Calm down, Y\N. The most that was gonna happen was some accidental cuddling. I shake my head to clear it and start actually showering. 

I get out of the shower and dig through my bag. Since I didn’t want to bring all my things up here, I only brought panties and a long t shirt to sleep in. I shrug and put them on. It’s not like Wes hasn’t seen me walk around the bus like this before. 

I dry my hair out a little and brush my teeth before leaving the room with my bag in tow. Wes is in the same place as before. He looks up when he hears me and smiles. 

“Nice shirts,” he nods towards me. I look down in confusion.Oh! I had one of his merch shirts on. 

“Thanks,” I blush. “I like the design.”

“My name looks good on you,” he smirks. 

“I bet mine would look even better on you,” I play along. 

He grins and stands up. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He grabs his own bag and gently brushes past me on his way to the bathroom. 

I chuckle and shake my head. I was almost too surprised to flirt back. Almost.

It seems like Wes already picked his side of the bed, so I set my stuff down and get on the other side. I wasn’t really ready to sleep yet so I grab my phone and see a text from my friend, Y\F\N.

“where are you tonight?” 

“Kansas. We even get a hotel tonight.”

“Sweet. Who you rooming with?”

“Wesley. and we only have one bed.” 

“Oh ;)”

I roll my eyes and text her back. “It’s not like anything is gonna happen” 

“you never know”


In between texting her, I’m scrolling through twitter and instagram. During my scrolling, I find that people really seem to ship Wes and I. There’s all sorts of fan fiction about us. Dirty and clean. I scroll through our tag for about 30 seconds before deciding that I’ve had enough. 

Wes comes out about ten minutes later in sweatpants and a t shirt. 

“Did you know that people actually ship us? Like there’s even fan fiction about us.” I say in amazement.

Wes chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve gotten tweets about it but I didn’t know it was that big.”

He sets his things down gets onto the bed next to me. “I only looked through the tag for about 30 seconds. It was mildly terrifying.”

He laughs. “Yeah. I try to avoid any type of fan fiction. It’s weird to read about yourself.”

“I just thought it was really weird. We barely know each other.”

“And yet I still got you half naked, in my merch, in the same bed as me,” he smirks. 

“Hey. I’m the one who talked you into sharing the bed. And I’m not making you stay fully dressed.” I raise an eyebrow and smirk right back at him. His smirk falters for a second and I think that I’ve gone too far, but his smirk comes back right away. 

“You’re right,” he agrees as he pulls shirt off. I know he’s a little insecure about being shirtless. His top surgery scars are barely visible but they’re still there. It doesn’t make me think any less of him. Not at all. If anything I’m proud that he’s conquering his insecurity. 

“Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” I sigh. “Cuz it’s kinda annoying.I smile at him playfully. 

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that when I wake you up in the middle of the night because I’m trying to hold you,” he rolls his eyes. 

“I’m perfectly okay with that. I like to cuddle.” I admit. 

“Then turn off that light and come here,” he opens his arms and smiles.  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I turn the lamp off and basically jump into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around me and tangles our legs together. 

I didn’t realize how tired I was until I laid down. “I really like you, Wes.” I mumble sleepily. 

“I really like you too, Y\N.” he chuckles. “I’d like to take you out sometime.” 

When I look up at him, he’s already looking at me. “I’d love that.” 

“Okay,” he smiles. “Now go to sleep. I can tell that you’re tired.”

“Mkay.” I lay my head back down. “Goodnight, Wes.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Goodnight, Y\N.” 

Tiny Tony Overlord Part 2

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Betaed by the amazing @folklejend. All remaining mistakes are my own. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 2: Recap


“Everybody shut up!” Nick Fury yells and finally, for the first time in twelve long, frustrating hours, blessed silence reigns in SHIELD’s headquarters.

With a deep sigh, Fury closes his eye, opens it again, and lets his gaze wander over the assembled people, all of whom belong to the best of the best SHIELD has to offer.

At 4:12 am, his entire organisation is on the brink of total mayhem, all because of one man. Or rather the disappearance of one man. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that said man is Anthony Stark.

“We’ve got a room filled with some the best hackers, analysts, profilers, tacticians and spies in the world,” Fury says after a long moment, just barely restraining himself to keep from screaming. “Now can someone, anyone, explain to me how we’ve lost Iron Man in the middle of New York City with no ideas as to where he is or who might’ve taken him? Anyone?”

This time, the silence is a lot less blessed and a lot more tense.

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An Episode I didn't Hate {TVD 8x13 Review}

You guys know the drill, I write everything in real time so if there’s something I got mistaken it will probably be made up for later on in the post. This will have anti-Damon, anti-Delena, anti-Steroline, anti-Bamon, anti-Bonenzo sentiments and may include mentions of misogynoir and other TV shows. If you do not like, you do not have to read. This was done on my phone so bear with me. You ready? OK. Let’s go.

1. Y’all are so mean. I titled my last review 8x13 review and tonight’s episode was the 13th episode and none of you told me. Petty.

2. The show was smart starting with Kai because I have such a huge ass grin on my face. I swear only Kai could make getting out of hell comedic. “No no, two beers, three burgers” I mean, does the show know that I have a thing for burgers? Like I literally go around my city trying to find the best cheeseburgers and that little tidbit is something I always put on dating profiles if I choose to go on tinder or something so like I’m not saying me and Kai belong together, I’m just saying there are certain compatibilities.

3. Also Matt’s hair in that bell scene was stupid af.

4. Those rings on Kai’s fingers though … omg I missed him.

5. I mean I would freak out if I couldn’t taste food either and probably kill the waiter too. But this just reminds me of The Black Pearl.

6. Alaric is actually pretty calm coming face to face with his fiancee’s murderer.

7. “I think I’m on the waitlist to heaven but they’re not returning my calls” aww, something funny for once.

8. I don’t know why Caroline couldn’t say this to Bonnie face to face? Like why does no one just GO to her. Leave a fucking casserole or basket of muffins on the doorstep, a letter, something.

9. So when a vampire turns human then their compulsion wears off of their victims? I mean I guess.

10. I don’t understand how Bonnie opened a door to hell but she has no magic.

11. OMG. Bonnie on the phone with Damon and Kai in the backseat mouthing “Let me say ‘hi’, let me say ‘hi’!” YAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I mean obviously it’s fanbaiting but I don’t give a shit, that was hilarious and adorable and so very Kai.

12. AND he drew a heart on a fogged up window. If I had access to gifs right now, tho.

13. But seriously, Damon legitimately called Bonnie because he needed something from her. Honestly, that’s like 80% of their relationship. And if I felt like he was lying about Kai so as to not worry her and let her grieve then I’d be like I guess but this just Damon being Damon.

14. Bonnie sensing Kai is awesome.

15. I like how we focus on the fallout of Stefan’s victims but with Damon, we focus on him being Damon and everything Dorian tells Stefan is fair but Damon never gets anyone to tell him that. Whatever.

16. “Better question, why are you still following him?” “DAMON!” LOL, this episode is ACTUALLY funny at times. Who wrote this? “Oh good, you roped Bonnie into this, I was HOPING you would maximize the collateral damage.”

17. I find it ironic that Damon is going after a sexual predator.

18. New to the gift? WHAT?

19. So Bonnie is learning from the devil.

20. Gorgeous close-up of Kat.

21. I just don’t believe BE enough for it to warrant her learning from the devil on how to contact him. Also please note every time I say devil it’s in quotations.

22. Cade is such a petty devil. It’s one soul. You have no other workers?

23. Why can’t Caroline compel Dorian to leave, call an ambulance and get them to where he is?

24. Oh look, it happened.

25. Good.

26. I feel like I should be moved by that SC scene. I mean I guess.

27. Seriously Chris looks really hot.

28. “I hate this already.” Lol Kai.

29. Damon your forgiveness means shit, get the fuck out of here.

30. Lol I love Stefan but this whole Dorian can either lock Stefan up in prison or work on building a better future aren’t mutually exclusive. He can do both.

31. Why are they acting like Caroline hasn’t killed a whole bunch of people? She killed 12 people ina single episode.

32. I actually liked the SC scene in the hospital because Candice actually showed emotion. They’ve become DE where I only believe them when they’re confronting the issues in their relationship.

33. I really can’t get into Bonenzo, like I can’t, I want to feel for them in this scene with the candles and the kissing and the reunion but it’s SO muted.

34. “I missed you girls so much” did you though?

35. That Calaric stare has so much chemistry compared to Steroline.

36. LOL this twin was literally going to set her sister on fire for hurting Caroline. Is it wrong that I find it hilarious?

37. I love it when Damon gets tricked because he always thinks he’s got the upper hand and he NEVER DOES.

This was literally the best episode in two seasons. Because of Kai. And the writers clearly like writing for him because there were actual funny moments this episode and there was energy and a pace and things were more cohesive although the mythology around Bonnie and Cade still doesn’t make sense to me, I think that Stefan’s punishment and his inability to figure out who he is and what to do and meeting his ghosts and pasts was well done but it’s still irksome that Damon never really has to face any of that and Damon’s “let’s get Elena back” is like, I guess, sure, it’s only entertaining because it involves Kai.

Ugh, Anti-Plec

Honestly, I’ve been anti-Plec slowly for a while, but now….full on.

Caroline “He will be the man that I always loved”
This line pisses me off because she didn’t always love him. She had a crush and moved on with Damon (ugh), then Matt. If she truly loved him, she wouldn’t of given up or it would of taken much longer to move on.

Originally posted by teamlockwood

Yep, she really loved Stefan when she was getting Tyler’s D.

Originally posted by i-think-you-bitch

Yeah, she was really thinking about her “love” for Stefan, here.

Julie Plec has not only disrespected Forwood, but also Tyler. He came back for three seconds only to be killed by Damon and NO ONE IS UPSET! She literally excuses killing Tyler. Then she belittles Forwood. Who are probably more loved that Klaroline. A portion of Klaroliners (like me) also like Forwood but we prefer Klaroline.

I know that a lot of Forwood stans hate Klaroline for ruining their ship, but at least we acknowledge it:

Originally posted by desterlicht

Klaroline don’t dismiss Forwood, we acknowledge it for the greatness it is.

There are a lot of reasons why I can’t buy into Steroline, the main reason is that they are my BrOTP. they had this beautiful emotional chemistry as friends, and fans loved that. I admit I could see them as a couple, but the way it happened just went to shit.

1) They don’t have the physical chemistry or the passion to anchor a show.
2) Stefan was the reason she turned her humanity off (along with Liz’s death). Don’t fight me she said it!
3) They were bad for each other. Ok, on paper, they are fine. But I’m talking character development. Caroline went from an insecure human to an independent vampire, full of snark and sassiness, she showed no fear and managed to attract the Original Hybrid! With Stefan, she cried over a guy, always forgave him too quickly and was insecure again, it never felt like Stefan deserved Caroline. It just felt like Stefan could do what he wanted because he knew Caroline would always be there. If he messed up, like leaving Caroline and travelling and dating Valerie, or sending her to the wrong location of the twins - it was “I’m sorry”, “Forgiven” ½ episodes later. I want to see Stefan grovel and beg. He needs to know that he’s done wrong and how to avoid it, he needs to know that Caroline can’t be treated like that, earn her forgiveness.
4) Stefan also suffered. Now, I don’t know if this is down to Paul Wesley, he loves the epicness of Stelena. But Stefan felt more selfish with Caroline. With Elena, you knew that it was Elena and that he wouldn’t stray and Elena was the priority. With Elena gone, Julie shifted it to the brothers, but this meant that Stefan prioritised Damon over Caroline, but at times it would also be other people, he liked to keep Caroline out of the loop.
5) Caroline’s only storyline for S8 was the June Wedding and Stefan. In S7 it was Stefan, the twins were only involved due to Candice’s pregnancy. Julie just didn’t give her a proper storyline.
6) The quick steps: They got engaged just after moving in, and a couple of months after they reunited. Yeah they known each other for long. 4 years as friends, A few months in S7 as a couple, then 3 years off. - but they haven’t dated long enough on to know if they are a stable couple, what if they broke up. Spoiler alert: They did. Then they get married and it wasn’t about them. It only happened because of Katherine and Damon organised it, with Caroline getting no say, she had a Steferine song and Katherine’s necklace. Not to mention they just got back together the episode before. I’d buy the wedding more if it was fake, but then they eloped or agree to do the real thing after Katherine was dealt with.
7) When Enzo died, she went to Stefan and not Bonnie. I believe in ho’s over bro’s and I think she should of gone to Bonnie first, even if Bonnie rejects her and let Damon handle Stefan. I think that if she did that, Bonnie might not immediately reject her.

The last one isn’t about Steroline, it is about the stans. I’m not going to generalise everyone, but one of my peeves is that they claim that KC are a bullying fandom and make themselves sound perfect when I’ve heard worst. I’m not saying that Klaroline is perfect, there is a lot of ugly in ships, especially these days and in current shows. But I remember when Steroline were split and I saw stans give a lot of hate to Julie and the writers on twitter, also getting in a strop if another ship gets honoured or referenced. Also another peeve is when Steroline stans say that Klaroline stans must hate Caroline. But I’ve seen a lot of Steroline stans who like Damon and Daroline friendship and that is worst. He abused her, made her feel terrible and got away with it. Yeah, there scenes are cute but they forget the S1 context. Damon got away with it and Caroline never got an apology, Plec just address it in S8 as if he was always guilty, and she already forgave him. - The big injust is how they handled that. Prime time to approach that was S1 and S2 but they skimmed over it.

On paper, they should work. I love the friends-to-lovers- trope, but they approached it wrong and they created a couple that can’t anchor as a main couple that goes through angst, I’ve seen more people go off it. Trust me I wasn’t against this from the start. I try to love all the ships that happen, I’m Stelena, but when Delena happened I was okay this is the new thing. But the writers did not create an epic story.

Not to mention the humanity switch. It just surprises me, how much people get away with it, especially if you’re a main character. Damon and Stefan do the worst off it and they come of unscathed by the gang. Stefan has an addiction to blood, that changes someone which equates to an addiction to drugs or alcohol. It changes someone, to the point that sometimes they want to switch their humanity off and not care. Vampires can actually do that! It would just be nice for the main characters to go “No! That’s not cool, be guilty for a while” - obviously not for too long, that doesn’t make good TV, but when you compare to when they condemn someone who isn’t in their inner circle it’s shocking.

Now, you may not agree, I expect many not to. But the big fanservice isn’t great. Yes, Klaroline were a little fanserviced - but not completely otherwise they’d be together. But Steroline has been fanserviced all season this year. All you guys are so happy you got your wedding, that it doesn’t even bother you that it wasn’t about them and the only reason they had it was to lure an enemy out. Yeah, they love each other, and probably would have eventually have the wedding but it wasn’t their wedding. The wedding will forever be tainted by that. If the wedding happened with no ulterior motive, I’d be upset, but I’d be fair enough and try to move on. But I can’t be happy for Caroline in the circumstances it happened.

Tyler Lockwood deserved better. Forwood deserved better. Klaroline deserve better (if you don’t intend to have them together, don’t lie and bait us).

A note for Forwood fans, if KC weren’t endgame, I would of been happy with Forwood.


“You know, I liked you, when I was a kid.”

“You better have, I wouldn’t want one of my only childhood friends to have hated me.”

“No, I mean I like liked you. I had a crush on you.”

“Ohhhh. Well I’m surprised.

Creepypasta #1072: What Makes A Dog A Dog?

Length: Super long

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my time. I made the most in a row about two years back, when I got myself a new neighbor.

I live in a good neighborhood in Pennsylvania. You’ll meet a lot of farm boys and good, christian folks. We’re pretty docile out here, long as you stay away from the things we claim for our own. You know, typical property stuff and privacy. I’m a good fellow, I like to think. I have a field full of cattle and a mutt of a cattle dog to get their fat asses going to the dairy.

But this ain’t about me, it’s about the new neighbor. He started this, and I hate his guts for what I know now. When he first moved in next door, I was as friendly as could be. Hospitality is a big deal, you know. You gotta be polite to the new people around here, or they’ll think they’ve gone and made a mistake coming around to live here.

He arrived in the evening in the house not ninety yards from mine. Squat, chubby city fellow who carried his boxes in one at a time. He ignored me the whole time I walked over to help. Max stuck at my heel like a good boy, ears up to meet the new guy next door. 

“Evening, sir.” 

He had gray hair and mine’s just starting to turn, but I was taught as a boy to call everyone sir or ma'am. He went right on ignoring me. I called to him again.

The man jumped and turned, startled behind his glasses. He looked like a spooked owl. “What do you want?”

I gave him a friendly smile, Max laying down on the man’s porch. He got tired of waiting, and wanted to go back to rounding up cows for the dairy. “Well sir, it looks like you could use some help unloading all them boxes.”

He just squinted at me like I had some ulterior motive in mind. “Why do you want to do that?”

I shrugged. “Right thing to do, I suppose.” I stuck out my hand for a shake. “Name’s Richard.”

He stared at my hand for a second or so, then took it. He wasn’t much of a man, but he gave one hell of a handshake. “Wesley.”

We moved boxes in near silence. He wasn’t much of a talker at any rate, just telling me to set the boxes in the kitchen. I set a large box on the kitchen counter and asked, “So, Wesley Where’d you come from?”

“Shadowcrest, Maryland.”


He turned on me, nearly dropping his box. “I didn’t name it.”

Jumpy fellow. “Well… you need anything, I’m in the house that way. Ain’t no one on your other side, though you might hear a mooing.” I grinned at my try at a joke, but Wesley blinked at me. He looked tired.

“You farm cows.” He wasn’t asking.

“Yup. Dairy cows. Uncle owns the dairy down the road a ways.” I tried again to get that man to say something, or crack a smile. “What’s your job, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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A personal opinion about The Princess Bride

Watching the movie for the umpteenth time so why not talk about it while I’m thinking about it:

  • This is one of those rare movie adaptations that’s as good or maybe (dare I say it?) even better than the book. The only thing that would make it better would be if they kept the part where Buttercup ran headlong into a tree and knocked herself out.
  • Wesley would make such an amazing Jedi??? The polite mannerisms, skill with a blade, the whole line, “you put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try to kill each other like civilized people.” Jedi Wesley!!
  •  The six fingered guy would make such a great bassoonist. It’s honestly just really unfair that he has a genetic advantage like that while I struggled through woodwind methods so hard. I actually worked hard to learn to play bassoon and I’ll never be as good at it as that fictional guy.
  • Obviously I don’t like Vizzini as a person, but I do really appreciate him as a character. I hate villains that don’t do any of the work themselves, and then get overly upset when their little minions fail. Vizzini is already winning over half of all anime villains ever as well as like, 23% of all YA villains ever.
  • My name is Brain Ghost Dirk. You kissed my boyfriend. Prepare to die. (Made even better by the fact that there is almost no chance whatsoever that Aranea would get that reference)
  • Humperdink is a horrible guy, and it’s really obvious that he doesn’t actually love Buttercup at all, but never let it be said that he isn’t actually smart. Dude wasn’t faking that genius plan to cause a war between the kingdoms, or those tracking skills.
  • All the music is historically inaccurate, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. I like it actually.
  • If you’re watching this movie with someone, anyone at all, and they don’t do the “Mawwage” voice, they are not worthy company. Not at all my friend. If I were you I would politely demand that they leave
  • Unrelated but one time I was watching this movie with my sister and the power went out partway through, so we decided to act out the rest of it by ourselves. It was a trainwreck. At one point she was ‘playing’ Wesley and I was ‘playing’ Max and I tried to ‘feed’ her the chocolate pill but it was dark because there was no power, so I ‘fed’ it to her nose by accident.
Why?| Bucky Barnes X Reader. (Part 9)

Summary: Reader started to question their relationship and then walks in on something she never expected.

Pairing: Wesley x Bucky, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Non that I know of

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: Hey guys sorry for leaving you for so long! I was really busy a school but i’ll be trying to update more frequently in the next couple weeks because next week i will be gone.

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even though it’s 2017

For: @greeneyeswhitehair

I hope you like it, I feel like it’s not my best cause I had to do it 3 time, and I’m sorry for making you wait till the last day! I had some computer issues. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! -NekoZuki

Wes Weston always knew.

Ever since the “Wishing Ghost” incident, Wes knew exactly who Phantom really was. Hell Fenton didn’t even try to hide in that panicking crowd, but Wes knew. He SAW it.

The only problem he had was that no one believed him.

“Fenton? Ahahaha! That wimp could never be Phantom. You got some crazy ideas in that mind of yours Wesley!”

“Isn’t his family a bunch of ghost hunters? They’d totally know if he was Danny Phantom.”

“They don’t look alike at all!”

Wes was so tired of hearing it all! No one believed him, even after all these months, and he didn’t know if it was because everyone couldn’t comprehend that one of Casper Highs students was disguised as a ecto, or because he wasn’t one of those stupid A-lister popular kids. Seems like if you weren’t a football star or cheerleader, you didn’t matter. Basketball players were always second best.

However, if Wesley couldn’t convince his fellow classmates that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom, maybe he could get the proof himself.

Walking through Casper High School’s hallways as usually, Wes couldn’t help but wear this smug smile.

He had the perfect plan.

Wes currently had a tape recorder smuggled safely away in the pocket of his basketball shorts. If no one would believe his word, perhaps they’d believe Fenton’s!

He had never spoken to the freak before. Nor had he spoken too Sam or Tucker. They were deemed some of the lowest geeks on the Casper High social totem pole. They were even below Mikey because Mikey could at least do the A-Lister’s homework for them.

Wes’s green eyes shifted slightly upward to see the trio walking to Danny’s locker. He hated to be seen anywhere near the band room. They were, or course, some of the lowest on the social totem pole depending on which band geek you wanted to talk about…

After a few moments, Sam and Tucker departed from their black haired friend.
“Now’s my chance…” Wes said to himself as he calmly walked towards Danny Fenton. The Blue eyed boy was currently muddering something about not being able to find his math homework when Wesley tapped on his shoulder.

“GAH!” Danny dropped his things on the floor and turned around quickly, positioned in a defensive fighting style like position.

“Ah, erm. Hi?” Wes blinked, confused as to where such a reaction came from.

“Oh,” Danny dropped his position and chuckled slightly. “You’re Wes Weston aren’t you?” He smiled at the redhead innocently.

Wes only nodded quickly. “Wes, I mean, Yes. That’s my name.” His green eyes shifted uneasily, causing Danny much confusion.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m Fine Phan- Fenton.”

Danny’s eye’s widened a bit at the slip up. Surely that was just an accident right? This boy couldn’t know his secret? He didn’t want to take any chances though. “Did you almost call me Phantom? Haha! That’s really funny there Wes! That guy is so cool. It must be nice to be a hero!” Fenton smiled brightly, but Wes narrowed his eyes.

“Wouldn’t you know?” Wes stiffened up a bit, trying to regain some confidence.

Suddenly, Danny’s ghost sense went off as some girls down the hall screamed. “Oh no…”

Wes glared at him, as if he knew what that blue puff meant.  "What is it Fenton? Got somewhere to be?“

Danny gritted his teeth and Wes could’ve swore his eyes flashed green.

"Look, whatever your name is-” Danny started, but Wes cut him off.

“It’s Wesley Weston, Danny Fenton…” Wes pointed his finger nearly an inch away from Danny’s nose. “Why don’t you tell me you secret now before someone gets hurt! Normally, Phantom would be here now, but I don’t see him…I don’t suppose you know where he is, do you?!”

Suddenly, the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle (AKA the RV) plummeted through the school wall into the hallway. As soon as the vehicle came to a rest, Jack and Maddie Fenton jumped out and raced down the hall where screams on terror were heard.

Danny smacked Wes’s hand away as his parents came to fight the threat. “Looks like Phantom wasn’t needed this time anyhow.” Anger burned in Danny’s eyes as he walked away from the accusing teen.

Wesley stood his ground, crossing his arms and returning the glare. “You can’t hide it forever Fenton. I’ll get my proof! I’ll always know who Phantom really is!”

“Guys, this is serious!” Danny threw his hands up in the air. Currently, he was in his room. His two best friends Sam and Tucker were leaned up against his bed. “He could pose a real problem. He could make it super hard for me to go ghost, or worse, he could actually get proof!”

“Lighten up Danny,” Tucker started. “Did he tell you he knew?”

“Actually, Tucker, Yes. Yes he did.” Danny scowled. “This is just great.”

“Well it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any proof yet…” Sam started, obviously deep in thought as she spoke. “Maybe you can somehow prove that you’re not Phantom. If you did that, maybe he’d get off Danny Fenton’s case.”

Tucker sat forward a bit, “That’s not a bad idea. But Danny can’t be in two places at once.”

“Actually, there is a way-”

Both Sam and Tucker jumped up at Danny, “WE ARE NOT USING THE FENTON GHOST CATCHER AGAIN.”

Danny threw his hands up in defense, “Alright Alright! Geez, it was only a joke.” He sighed in defeat. “What do you supposed we do then?”

“Hey wait. Do you still have any contact with Danielle?” Sam smirked.

Tucker and Danny shared an uneasy glance.

“I do, but why is that relevant?” Danny asked, very curious to what Sam was plotting.

“I’ve got an idea is all…”

The next morning at Casper High was quiet. All was pretty normal, specially in a place like Amity Park. Wesley Weston, making sure his recorder was on in his pocket, knew he could pry it out of Fenton today. He had even convinced a few friends, with some cash,  to take a video of their encounter today.

Yes, Wes had truly come prepared for almost anything today.

However, so did Danny.

Wes walked in the school, heading straight in the direction on the band room. He could just feel it! The adrenaline was pumping inside him. Finally! Maybe people wouldn’t call him crazy. Just one word, a picture, maybe even video proof! The Fenton’s secret would be gone.

Wes reached the band hallway and looked at at the lockers sternly. Fenton was leaned up against them, alone. He was staring at the ceiling. Wes felt like something was off about him. He was wearing a red beanie and a blue jacket over his normal T-shirt. His face seemed a little softer edged compared to what he remembered from yesterday too… Maybe it was his imagination though. It’s not like Wes actually knew the kid. Heck, yesterday was the first time he’d ever even talked to the raven haired boy.

Danny looked up at him as Wes approached him. “Ahh, Wesley Weston yes? Come back to harass me some more?”

“Cut the crap Fenton,” Wes started. His voice seemed so much softer. It almost sounded like a girls. “You are Phantom. I saw you change months ago.”

Danny backed up against his locker the best he could as Wes walked closer and closer with every word. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Wes! There is not a ghostly thing about me! I’m as human as human can get!”

“Yeah right, I know better than that. You disappear too much for that.”

“Can I help my uncontrollable bladder problems? Should I just pee on the floor all the time to please you?” Danny spat back.

“Why are you and Phantom never seen in the same place then huh?”

Danny looked to the floor, “I’m scared of ghosts, okay?”

“Liar! You’re from a family of ghost hunters!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not scared of ghosts!” Danny threw his hands up into the air. “Phantom is a ghost, so when Phantom is around, I am not!”

Around the corner, Sam, Tucker, and the real Danny Fenton covered their mouths as the quietly snickered.

“Man, your cousin is better at coming up with excuses than you are when you’re parents ask who that naked girl on your computer was!” Tucker sneered, almost chocking on his laughter.

“Dude I know, who knew honestly!” Danny replied, obviously enjoying seeing Wes get angry at his own interrogation.

“Alright guys, think it’s time for step two.” Sam laughed, looking around to see if anyone was around. “You’re clear Danny!”

“I’m going Ghost!” Danny called out in a whisper yell, throwing his arms up at his entire body was engulfed in the white rings, fully transforming him into Amity Parks well known hero, Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile, Dani’s interrogation continued.

“Alright fine, you have severe bladder issues and you hide under anything  and everything wherever there is a ghost nearby! That still doesn’t explain what I saw!”

“Personally, I think you here hallucinating! There is no way that I could be Phantom!”

“You know, He’s right!”

Wes spun around to see Danny Phantom floating behind them. “Wait! How is that-”

“GHOST!” Dani let out this terrified girly scream and took off down the hallway.

“Bahaha! Man, that boy cracks me up. Specially being the son on the Fenton’s.” Phantom laughed.

“Look, you, you, ectoplamic ball of fame!” Wes struggled for a god insult, but failed badly.

“Hey Kid, seriously, you were wrong.” Phantom smiled and shrugged. “No need to hate me for it.”

Wes growled in anger. “This isn’t over… I know exactly what I saw Fenton. I know it!”

“Man some people are just so stubborn….” Danny floated over to Wes and whispered into his ear, “But now that there is video proof that Danny Fenton isn’t the ghost boy…” He gestured over to his two friends with the cameras. “No one ever truly believe you.”

Wes’s face grew annoyed. “Not unless I get real proof!”

“Haha! I’m a ghost, Wesley Weston. That’s all the proof you need.” With that, Phantom phased through the floor.

Dani peaked her head around the corner, and Wes’s friend came out of his hiding place. “Woah man! I can’t believe you got that close to Phantom!”

“He is gone…right?” Dani said, looking around uneasily.

“Bahaha! Man, I knew that wimp wasn’t Phantom.” Wes looked at his friend then back to Dani.

With a defeated sigh, Wesley finally nodded. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Later on that day, Wes walked sadly down the hallway when suddenly someone pulled him into the dark janitors closet. “Woah!”

The light came on to reveal former A-lister Valerie Gray.

“Oh great. What do you want? To laugh at me some more?”

“Actually, no.” She paused a moment. “ I saw your video Wes. We need to talk…”


Albus Severus: ‘That’s my shirt’

Request: From your prompt list #11 with Albus Severus? Thank you so much! –Anon

11) ‘That’s my shirt”


Every year, due to tradition, the Potter’s host a Christmas party which results in many of the cousins and their closest friends staying over. You were no exception, you’ve always been close to the Potters and Wesleys and this has only increased since you started dating Albus, the Potter’s middle child.

It was the morning after the party and you woke up to find yourself tangled up with Albus, your head lying on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Morning sweetheart” Albus muttered as he played with a strand of your hair.

“Morning” you replied smiling up at him, and reaching up to kiss his cheek, “we should probably get up, who knows what your parents would think if they walked in on us like this”

“I wouldn’t mind that” Alus laughed as he unwrapped his arms to allow you to be able to get up, “I’ll get changed in the bathroom” he carried on as he grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom, giving you some privacy to get changed which you quickly did.

“That’s my shirt” Albus stated when he walked out and saw you sat on his bed wearing a pair of leggings and one of his shirts, you shrugged at him before grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the kitchen. As soon as the two of you entered the kitchen wolf whistles filled the air, all of the Potter-Weasley children stared at the two of you with smirks on their faces.

“What?” You asked as took a piece of toast off Dominique’s plate and taking a bite.

“Did you two have fun last night?” James Sirius asked gesturing to Albus’ shirt you were wearing. You felt a harsh blush rise up your neck on your cheeks as you opened your mouth but then you quickly shut it and looked around the room awkwardly.

“S-shut up, we didn’t do anything.” Albus stammered, turning to face him you saw his face was just as red as your own.

“Sure,” Rose hummed.

I watched this show from the night it first aired back in 2009. I still remember how I felt at the end of season 1 when Katherine Pierce finally appeared. I’m pretty sure I screamed. Lots of “OH MY GOD”’s. Episode by episode. Season by season. You became my favorite show. Not only that, Delena became my favorite ship of all time. 

I was so sad when I heard news of Nina Dobrev leaving, considering Elena Gilbert is my favorite character as well as one half of my ship. But still to this day, no other show has ever hooked me like TVD has. While I’m sad to see it go, it also means the return of my favorite character/actress/ship.

It’s been a great 8 years. Just because the show ends, doesn’t mean the fandom ever will.

Thank you for this amazing show Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder, Paul Wesley, Candice King, Kat Graham, Steven R. McQueen, Sara Canning, Zach Roerig, Michael Trevino, Matt Davis, Michael Malarkey, Joseph Morgan, Claire Holt, Daniel Gillies, Julie Plec, Caroline Dries, Kevin Williamson, and so so so so much more amazing people for this amazing show. Every role, big or small, has made TVD what it is.

Goodbye TVD, and thank you. ❤️

Submitted by:  thepromisethatlovecouldbeeternal

Family Road trip

Wes Tucker x Reader 

Words: 938

Warnings: none

Prompt: You meet Wes at a hotel you’re both staying at before press play and his kisses you

I wasn’t sure if you meant before he went on the tour or if you meant before a show but I hope you like it either way.

This “Family road trip” as my parents called it, had to be about the worst idea they’ve ever had. It wasn’t enough to be stuck in a car with my family for hours, but now our car had broke down and we had to stay here until it was fixed. We were forced to get a hotel room because apparently it’s going to take days to fix the car.

As I carry my things to the room, I grumble to myself about how this trip couldn’t get any worse. I was now sharing a tiny hotel room with my whole family and a bed with my sister. It’s not like I didn’t love my family, I just enjoyed having some time and space to myself. Plus my parents argue a lot.

We had barely gotten all our stuff in our room when my parents started fighting. My sister locked herself in the bathroom to avoid it so I decided to explore the rest of the hotel. Anything was better than watching them scream at each other.

As soon as I walk out the door, I’m almost plowed over. Someone had been walking by right as I walked out the door.

“I’m so sorry.” They apologize as  they grab my elbow to help steady me.

“No, it’s okay. It was my….” I trail off as I look up at him. He was gorgeous. “Um. It was my fault too.”

He lets go of my elbow and takes a step back. “I’m Wesley.” He introduces himself as I close the door behind me.

“Uh. I’m Y\N.” I flinch as I hear my parents start yelling at each other through the door. I finally meet someone my age and my parents were going to scare him off without even meeting him. Typical.

“I’m assuming you’re trying to get away from that.” He nods his head towards the door.

“Yeah,” I wince. “They start fighting pretty much every time something goes wrong. I’m sorry if your room is nearby.”

“It’s fine. I’m down the hall a ways anyway.” he pauses and bites his lip. “Um. I was just about to go get something to eat.  Do you wanna come with me?”

“Uh, yeah. Just let me go grab some money. I don’t have any on me right now.” I start to turn around but Wesley stops me.

“No, I’ll pay. I don’t want you to go back in there if you’re trying to avoid it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It’s no problem. Really, it isn’t.”

Damn, he was cute and he was nice. Too bad we probably wouldn’t see each other again after we left this hotel.

We walk down the street until we come to a small diner that Wesley swears is amazing.

“So, Y\N, how long are you in town for?” Wesley asks after we order.

“I’m not sure actually. We’re supposed to be on a “family road trip” but our car broke down. We’re staying here until it gets fixed I guess.” I shrug and take a sip from my cup of coffee.

Wesley and I talk about anything and everything as we eat. And even when we’re done we stay at the diner, talking and drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee. We left the hotel around five and by the time we leave it’s a little after midnight.

I stop myself from letting out a sigh when we reach my door. I really like Wes and I’m not sure I’ll ever see him again. He’s about to start the press play tour and I’m going home soon.

“I really liked hanging out with you, Wes. I wish we were both here longer.” I say quietly. I’m sure everyone in my room was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake anyone up.

“Yeah, me too.” He whispers. “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

“Me either.” Without realizing it, Wes and I had drifted closer to each other as we spoke. Now there was only about an inch of space between us that I was dying to get rid of.

My breath gets stuck in my throat when wes brings his hand up to my face and cups my cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.

I’m scared that my voice will crack if I speak, so I only nod. My eyes flutter shut as Wesley starts to lean in.

I’ve been waiting for this kiss since I laid eyes on him and it’s even better than I imagined. I feel like there’s electric sparks running through me, starting where Wesley’s lips met mine.

The kiss stays short and gentle, which only leaves me wanting more. His thumb moves back to my lips as he pulls away.

“I promise that I’ll text and call you all the time. Pretty soon you’ll be getting sick of me.” he says softly.

I smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever be getting sick of you.”

His smile pretty much takes up his whole face. We just stand there for a few minutes, smiling at each other like idiots.

“Okay. I should let you get back to your room. It’s late.” He leans down and kisses me one last time.

“Goodnight, Y\N.” He starts to back up as he speaks.

“Goodnight Wesley.”

I grab the key to the room from my back pocket once he’s out of my sight. Gently closing the door behind me, I lean against it and let out a happy sigh. Maybe this whole “family road trip” wasn’t the worst idea after all.