this looks a bit crap but oh well

anonymous asked:

boyf riends wedding hcs plz?

*cracks fingers* certainly.

- Michael was the one who proposed because Jeremy was too shy and awkward and didn’t know the right time.

-Michael wanted to do this huge sappy thing where he’d propose in a nice restaurant, say a clever player 2 line, and have the waiter hand him the ring.

-instead the waiter missed her cue, so Michael freaked out and spilled water on Jeremy by accident, then the butted heads as the both went to pick up the glass.

- “Michael dude what are you rambling about?” Michael currently has his head down in shame.

-but then the waiter brings the ring, and Jeremy goes over to Michael and gives a big ol smooch while saying “no shit dude.”

-they didn’t want an over the top wedding. Something simple.

-they were gonna go for a video game theme but everyone kept telling them they’d be embarrassed looking back at it.

-they were really really scared to ask a bakery to make their cake, because homophobia plus social anxiety is not good. They end up hiding behind Chloe and Brooke as they ask for the cake, and the baker was more than happy to provide.

-thanks to Jenna everyone found out about the proposal like 2 seconds after it happened, even though Michael wanted it to be told slowly and calmly. No it spread like rapid fire, “remember those two nerds from high school? I knew they were gay.”

-rich forced himself to be Jeremy’s best man, and Jeremy just kinda accepted it. Jake is Michael’s

- we all know which 4 girls are the maids of honor

-they mixed both of their cultures into the wedding

-also the theme is blue, red and purple. Their favorite colors and then them combined.

-when Jeremy told Mr Heere he gave Jeremy a bone crushing hug and yelled “About time!!”

-100% most supportive dad, make fun of his son and he will attack.

-he’s so happy for Jeremy, Mr. Heere helps with anything as much as he can including money even though both Michael and Jeremy have very well paying jobs.

-Chloe Brooke and Jenna all fight over the bouquet while Christine watches awkwardly in the corner.

-Christine cried. A lot.

- Rich yelled “DO IT ALREADY” in the middle of their vows so that sped things up a bit, even though Jeremy was super embarrassed.

-they live a super happy domestic life in an apartment between their jobs.

-they still have to stop and stare at their ring in amazement because oh crap it’s real.

-whenever they catch the other looking at their ring they give em a smooth and hold hands.

-it would have been great if Someone *cough Jake* DIDNT ACCIDENTLY ELBOW THE CAKE!!

Romance, Part One

There’s been a prompt in my inbox for quite some time, imploring me to write a bit of romance. Thing is, I’ve never even attempted romance. Not even once. But hell, it’s a chance to try something new. And I tried for you, anon. I tried my damnedest. So here goes. 

(And many thanks to the immensely talented @edierone​ for her insight and suggestions!)

Summary: “And how exactly would you romance me, then? You know. Just so I don’t mix you up with any more shapeshifters.” 

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Oh baby, I’m so sorry you’re sick.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none really other than it’s unbeta’d and fluffy

Word Count: 377

A/N: This is just a quick little post for @scarygoodfanfics challenge for Sam’s birthday! The prompt I chose was: Oh baby, I’m so sorry you’re sick. So join me as we baby the crap out of him much to his dismay (he secretly likes it and we all know it).


On the morning of May 2nd, Y/N rolled over to find the space next to her empty. A little disappointed that she couldn’t give Sam a “proper” birthday wake up call, she climbed out of bed to find him.

In the kitchen she found that coffee had been made, but barely touched. No Sam. Figuring that maybe he decided to go for a run, she fixed her own cup of coffee before wandering to the library to check her e-mail and whatnot before he came back.  What she did not expect to find was Sam at the table wrapped in a blanket staring at a stack of papers.

“Babe? I thought you went out for a run, or…” He turned to her and very clearly he would not have been up for a run. “Woah are you okay?”

“I guess, I don’t know.” He shrugged, the congestion and lack of energy clear in his voice. “I woke up at 2 and haven’t been able to get back to sleep since.”

“Oh baby, i’m so sorry you’re sick. Especially since today…”She trailed off as Dean entered the room.

“Wow, you look like crap!”

“Thanks.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

Y/N sat thinking for a bit while she finished her coffee. “Alright, come with me.” She moved the papers in front of him aside.

“What? Why?”

“Well, it’s your birthday and well I had some other plans for you, but I’ve just changed them.”

“To what? We don’t have to do anything. i don’t want to get you sick.”

“Okay, one-I probably already will because we sleep in the same bed and well, that’s how it works. Two-if I’m gonna get sick I may as well make it worth getting sick.  I think watching movies in bed all day with you makes it worth it.”

Sam shook his head and laughed, letting her pull him to standing.

“Alright go-I’m going to grab a few things and be right in.” Gathering some snacks and things to ease the cold symptoms, Y/N returned to their room. Snuggling up next to him, she smiled as he dozed off only fifteen minutes into the movie he’d chosen. “Happy birthday babe.” She whispered as she lightly ran her fingers through his hair.

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I Know - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous.

“So are you going to do one of those gender reveal things?” Jim asked you as he opened a can of beer in his room. You laughed and shook your head.

“No, because I don’t think he’d realize that I was pregnant by just a bunch of random blue balloons coming out of a box.” Jim laughed and hung his head in embarrassment. When he looked back up his eyes were all lit up.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a boy?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do,” you said. 

“Name it after me,” he said, grinning. You rolled your eyes. 

“Not a chance in hell.”

“What doesn’t Jim have a chance in hell in doing?” Leonard asked, walking in through the door at just the wrong moment. You looked over at Jim and stumbled over your words. Leonard stood next to you and looked between the two of you in confusion.

“Hi, honey!” you said, tilting your chin up so he would kiss you. He did and then regained his look of confusion.

“What were you talking about?”

“Oh, just the fact that if you died Y/N would hook up with me,” Jim said. You glared at him and he laughed. “I mean, Y/N, he wanted to know.”

“Right. But I said there wasn’t a chance in hell,” you said, looking up at your husband. You wrapped your arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “I’m not letting you go any time soon. He smiled softly down at you and kissed you again.

“Jim, are you not sharing your beer?” Leonard asked, walking towards the fridge. He grabbed two, and you and Jim exchanged a quick, nervous look.

“Oh, babe, I’m so full from lunch, I didn’t want one.”

“It’s nearly five o’clock,” Leonard said, looking at you in confusion. You shrugged and he placed the beer back in the fridge. “What did you have for lunch?”

“A salad,” you said truthfully, and then immediately regretting it. Leonard looked at you in confusion again and shook his head.

“Okay,” he said awkwardly, opening his beer and taking a swig of it. Jim shot you a look, basically telling you to play it cool. “So what have you two been doing?” You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“Nothing,” Jim said. Again, Leonard looked between the two of you.

“Are you cheating on me?” he asked. 

“What?! No, why would you think that?” you asked defensively.

“Because you’re both acting strange,” he said, “And that’s the only reason I could think of why.”

“Okay, fine,” Jim said, throwing up his hands. “You caught us.” He moved around the counter and put his arm over your shoulder. You immediately pulled away and glared at him.

“No,” you said, mostly to Jim. “We were just planning a little surprise for you. For your birthday,” you slipped in. Leonard raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

“Okay,” he said, although he didn’t sound very convinced.

“Speaking of which, I need to go handle that thing we talked about,” you said, looking at Jim. He nodded, knowing exactly what you were talking about. You wanted to take good care of your future child, so you wanted to have the necessary check ups. With your husband being the CMO and everything, you couldn’t rightly go down there when he was there, so you had to go when he was off of work. “I’ll see you later,” you said, walking over to Leonard to kiss him. He kissed you back, but looked bewildered the whole time. “Bye, Jim.”


The apartment was dark when you came back, and you figured Leonard had gone to bed. You immediately kicked off your shoes, your feet had already started to swell. Making your way towards the living room, you saw a dim light glowing inside.

“Hey,” you said softly when you laid your eyes on Leonard. “I didn’t know you were still up.” You made your way around the couch to sit next to him. He had decorated the room with a few candles, giving it a romantic, orangey glow. 

“I thought we should celebrate,” he said, reaching across the table to grab a wine glass for you. You took it and he looked at you expectantly. “Don’t worry, it’s the good stuff, none of that crap that Jim tried to sell us,” he said.

“I know, I’m just still a little full,” you said. He looked down at his watch, and frowned up at you.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright? It’s been eight hours since lunch.” He reached out to touch your head and you pulled back a little bit. “Oh, you know what would make you feel better? Hot-tubbing.”

“Hah,” you said, and then recoiled back a little bit. “I don’t know about that.”

“Why not?” he asked, throwing his arm over the back of the couch.

“Well I’m kind of hungry,” you said, standing up. “Do we have anything to eat?” You started walking into the kitchen and Leonard followed you.

“I thought you just said you were full,” he said, folding his arms. 

“Yeah, full of alcohol,” you said awkwardly. “I got pretty drunk at lunch.” Leonard cocked his eyebrow.

“Fine, yeah, I did make dinner. It’s in that blue thing right there,” he said, pointing into the fridge. You smiled and opened it up, before immediately closing it.

“Sushi,” you said, trying to keep down whatever was coming up.

“Yeah, your favorite,” he said, smiling at you. You opened your mouth to say something, and then Leonard laughed. You looked up at him and he looked down at his feet before throwing up his hands. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” you asked. 

“Y/N, I know you’re pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you started shaking your head. 

“What-what are you talking about? I’m not pregnant. Look, give me that wine and I’ll drink it right now,” you said, beginning to walk back to the living room. Leonard grabbed you by your waist, picking you up and bringing you in front of him.

“Y/N, don’t do that. I’ve known for a long time. Maybe even longer than you have.”

“How would you know?” you asked.

“I’m a doctor, and I’m your husband. You don’t think I didn’t notice you getting up each morning? Or the fact that you barely sleep on your side anymore because your back hurts so much? Or the fact that you’ve cut down on your drinking a lot.” You laughed and folded your arms. 

“I didn’t drink that much,” you said. Leonard laughed deep in his chest and put his hands on your waist. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you? How could you not think I would be thrilled about this?”

“I knew you would be, I just wanted to surprise you,” you said, looking up at him. 

“This is a surprise. We’re going to start our family, Y/N, I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled and he pulled you up against him, right before leaning down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said, kissing him again by grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down to your level.

Happy Birthday, chocolatehollybear!

June 6 - “Can I sit on your lap?” Wintershock for @chocolatehollybear

Written by @ibelieveinturtles

Everyone is exhausted by the time it’s all over. The attack was sudden and vicious, and all the buildings in the complex have taken damage. The worst hit are the hanger and the research facilities, but the residential area has a huge hole in the side, and there are still wisps of smoke rising from the remains of quenched fires. A lot of people will be looking for alternate accommodation for the foreseeable future.

Anyone who wasn’t evacuated or injured is gathered in the common area, and it’s more crowded than Bucky expects it to be.

No one notices the Avengers come in. There are a lot of people and they’re everywhere. His own injuries are minor and were treated in the field. He’ll be mostly healed up within the next 24-48 hours, so Bucky pushes aside his own weariness as the team splits up to see if help is needed anywhere. It doesn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that everything’s under control, so he searches for somewhere to sit. Just for a little while.

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Volleyball- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by mcdraii

Ok so not going to lie… I’m ignoring the NHL. Ovi’s going to the Olympics, so everyone’s going! (Yes no I got the notification too, just ignoring it!) So this has a smut at the end, but I marked it so it gets a little hot, but you can read up until the divider or you can skip it! Whatever makes you comfortable! So if you don’t want to continue, up next: Sidney Crosby Mom and Dad part 4!

Warning: mentions of fights, smut under the second divider!

@astilinski24 Request: Could you do a Connor Mcdavid imagine where you secretly join a volleyball team again and you get asked to play for Canada and he gets mad you didn’t tell him and then you argue and things get heated . If you do smut maybe end with a smut

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              You hadn’t expected to get this far to be honest.

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*Confession* Newt x reader

◘ geeky-wquestrian67 asked: 

Hello! Are your requests open? If so, I have an imagine request :3 The reader suffers from major anxiety and depression, and then Newt somehow finds out, and then it leads to Newt confessing his feelings to the reader and it’s so fluffy— >< I can’t xDD I love your page btw :3 Thanks, love!

❤ Thanks, boo! I hope you enjoy!! ^_^

The intense waves of sadness and anxiety would come and go every day; taking you under and suffocating you until you were finally able to break the surface and find relief. 

Your long time friend, Newt Scamander, was unaware of your anxiety and depression since you hid it rather well. The smiles you plastered to your face and the way you’d pretend everything was alright.

Secretly, you felt as if your entire being was slowly being crushed. You loved Newt, both in a friend sort of way and in a more romantic way. The thought of him ever liking you back though was absurd and you’d push the thought away; telling yourself to be more reasonable and to realize he could do much better than you.

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Allistics... Ugh

I’m gonna raise a topic again that I may have done in the past, even if it was just a brief text post, but I really need to get my thoughts out. Okay, so the topic is basically, well… Neurotypicals. We autistic individuals have it hard, we always have. Whether its being bullied for being ‘different’, being lost in translation with our own family/friends, being shamed for stimming and told to ‘stop fidgeting’ or the infamous ‘quiet hands’ bull-crap. Those are just the tip of the iceberg. We’re often treated as outcasts just because of our disorders. Or, you get the other side of that coin where some people just come up with the ‘oh we’re all a little bit autistic…’ *Looks at camera like on The Office*.

NT’s often try and assume they know what we’re thinking or feeling, when in truth, they have no idea and they will never begin to comprehend what our worlds are like unless they’ve lived them. That really bothers me. My mother does it, even my therapist does it. I know they mean well, but I’m telling you that they have no idea how I tick. They can read as many books, blogs, articles and other material on autism and still not even scratch the surface of what I, an autistic individual experience on a day to day basis. That’s why I believe in self advocacy, but the problem there, at least for me, is my severe social anxiety. I would absolutely love to stand up for myself and backtalk a few snarky remarks NT people have hit me with over the years, but I just stand and blink like I don’t speak English.

That brings me to another thing Allistics tend to do a lot to me… maybe most of you can relate to this, but I’m not overly good at emotion and showing it on my face. I’ll laugh if I find something funny on TV or if I’m infodumping about a special interest, I’ll light up like a Christmas tree, sure. It tends to be in groups of people that my brain just goes into sort of a ‘life support system only’ mode and I’m unable to show much emotion. That never means I’m unhappy though, unless I feel that way, which I don’t normally feel anything in those situations… More times than I can count now, I’ll be sitting, minding my own business…not smiling…and somebody (as of late it’s been almost weekly at the same place I go to with the same person) will come up and tell me to smile or smile them self and point to their own face. It’s like… Well excuse me for living, pal… I didn’t realize it was customary to have a stupid smile plastered on my face just for your enjoyment. Of course I’d love to say something, but I’m so terrified to talk to people out of the blue that I just force myself to smile until they move on. I hate it! Honestly, there should be shirts or badges one can wear that state Just because I’m not smiling, does not give you the right to assume I’m upset. I’d love to just stand on a table one day in among a group of all the people who have done that to me and say “It’s just my face! I’m perfectly contented! Move on!”

Another bothersome thing is the fact that those I and I’m sure you all too, choose to tell or inform that you are autistic, some will just turn and say ‘but you don’t look autistic’ or ‘I would have never guessed it of you…you must be very high functioning!’ *exasperated groan…* I cannot tell you how many times that has happened to me and I feel like saying Well please tell me then… what exactly does an autistic person look like? and then nail them for that! Honestly, Social anxiety robs me of so much I could just retort with.  I have tons to say in my defense or in the defense of autistic persons as a whole, but either no one wants to listen, or I’m unable to get my mouth to work.

Anyway, in conclusion, Allistics suck… Autistic people have it rough and you all have my respect for holding your own, if you do…and even if you’re unable to stand up for yourself like I am, you’re just as strong. Remember, just because you don’t feel you have a voice, you always do. Whether that’s through the keyboard, speaking apps and etc. This is my way of getting my voice out there. It may go on empty ears, but at least I’m giving it a shot. I could go on about this stuff forever so I’ll just leave it at this. Thanks for reading.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S Starter Meme [1]

*Note: The pronouns now are simply ‘they/them’ from what has been said originally. Simply change it to whoever you’re sending it to, or keep it gender neutral. Feel free to change the quote, add on to it, or whatever you need to suit your character when sending!

  • “Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.”
  • “Help me get this mini fridge past the security guard.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve been there my friend.”
  • “This doesn’t make me like you any better.”
  • “Well, with a regular (person), it’s bad. With (Name) – Oh, dear God!”
  • “We will give you ten dollars.”
  • “Wow, you’re good! After this, we should solve crimes.”
  • “I am better than great, I’m good.”
  • “I like being on my own, I’m, uh, better off this way. I’m a lone wolf. Y'know, a loner. Alone… All alone. Forever. What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here?!”
  • “I won’t be speaking with you for several weeks.”
  • “Honey, I wish you’d get over (them). I hate seeing you like this. Is there anything I can do? Do you want to look down my top?”
  • “What the mother crap is up with this stuff?!”
  • “You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to get in my sweats and eat in bed.”
  • “I’ve dreamed about this for years! *Nervous laughter* Why have I not been preparing?”
  • ‘Okay, I’ll give you one chance to change my mind. You got one minute.”
  • “Well, maybe you could date (them), then. That would save me the trouble of killing (them).”
  • “Yeah I know. You’re a bit of a drama queen.”
  • “Oh, hey, (Name). I’m so glad someone’s here. Could you zip me up?”
  • “Oh my God, I want to trade lives with (Name)?!”
  • “Uh, look, I don’t normally ask out (people) that I meet in coffee houses.”
  • “I’m an idiot.”
  • “I always knew there was something weird about that dude.”
  • “Okay, so, all right I haven’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month.”
  • “You know, I’m trying to remember the last time I opened a door and you weren’t there.”
  • “I just think there’s somebody better out there for you.”
  • “I think I can make you happy.”
  • “In fact, I’ll close my eyes to make it less awkward.”
  • “What’s going on?”
  • “Well, let’s see – the first one is, I don’t want to, and the second one – I’m not going.”
  • “You need to learn some new slang.”
  • “You have to do something. Knock that door down!”
  • “I would, but I bruise like a peach.”
  • “I guess they’re not coming. Want to just order?”
  • “That’s a great story. Can I eat it?”
  • “If you were bigger, you’d hit me, huh?”
  • “They are without a doubt the funniest (person) I ever met!”
  • “Have you not talked about it yet?”
  • “To be honest, I think I’d prefer the five dollars.”
  • “Why do you care so much?”
  • “Oh, I forgot how hot he/she is.”
  • “Oh, I forgot how hot (they) are.”
  • “(Name), why did you lie to me about working here?”
  • “Because I was ashamed, okay?”
  • “I sold out for the cash.”
  • “I’m sorry, too.”
  • “We’re going to figure this out.”
  • “But… you suck.”
  • “Are they still looking for us?”
  • “You know, we as a group, are not the coolest.”
  • “I mean, you just went out with my best friend.”
  • “You’re a pain in the ass, (Last Name or Name).”
  • “Damn it, man, pull yourself together!”
Wine

 A/N; I just spent the entire night writing this. I really probably should have slept but- eh- oh well.

This isn’t a requested one-shot, nor is it an imagine. It’s just a short little thing. Unless someone wants more or if I just want to write more. I’ve been working on the next installment of How We Came To Be but I needed to take a breather, ja feel?

If you like it, leave some love! It’s almost 5;30 am here so I need to close my eyes.  

   Chloe Penelope had decided that she was going to wear polka dots every day of her life. At least, that’s what her mom thought. The bright purple leggings were accented with spots all over in different colors. Her lime green shirt wasn’t bare, either. There were plumes of flowers along the collar. None of her outfit coordinated with itself and the three-year-old couldn’t care less.

   Hannah rolled her eyes good-naturedly and stifled a chuckle when she found her toddler waiting outside the kitchen. The woman noticed her daughter was standing with her hands on her hips and completely proud of her outfit choice. Maybe one she’d be the style icon of the decade. There was no talking the child out of her clothing choices once she made up her mind.

   “I’m beautiful, Mommy!” The toddler nearly shouted throughout the entire apartment, even though she was less than 6 feet away from her mother.

   Hannah did chuckle at that. “Yes, Chlobug. You are very beautiful! The most beautiful one here, I do believe!”

   The golden blonde child walked up to the dinner table. “Nuh-uh, Mommy. You are!”

   The woman picked up her daughter and left a kiss on her nose. “We both are. How about that?”

   “Hmm…” Chloe tapped her finger on her chin and looked to be deeply in thought. “Ok! We both are! Are we princesses, Mommy?”

   “Why can’t I be the queen?”

   “Because you’re too young, Mommy. Queen’s are old. Duh.”

   Hannah crouched down to her sitting daughter’s level and looked her right in the eye. “One day, you’ll get the biggest inheritance I can leave you. Keep up the good work, Kid.”

   “Can I have chocolate milk with my Fruity Pebbles, Mommy?”

   “And then that happens. Sure thing, Kiddo. Whatever your weird little heart desires.” Hannah pulled the accommodating breakfast items off shelves and out of the fridge and prepared the meal.

   After Hannah had dropped her charming yet odd child off at preschool, she stopped at the market to grab food that she was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to end up making. Grocery shopping always made her hungry. She learned very early on that if she wanted to retain her sanity, she couldn’t shop with Chloe. She’d have to go during school hours when she was the hungriest and the busiest.

   Chloe wasn’t the pickiest eater, but she was picky enough. The only cereal she ate was Fruity Pebbles, and she preferred it in chocolate milk. She even had a certain bowl that she ate it out of.

Okay, maybe picky wasn’t the right word. Chloe was particular. That’s not mean to think, is it?

   Hannah shrugged at her inner thoughts and grabbed the biggest box of cereal that she could find on the shelf and made her way to the front of the store, eyeing the wine section as she went. That’s when she saw him.

   The brunette slowed to a stop, and it took her a minute to realize that she was gawking at some stranger in the middle of the wine aisle at the grocery store. She didn’t usually stare at people she didn’t know in such a conspicuous manner, so she hid behind the end cap of another aisle and peered around the corner.

   She recognized him, sort of. She remembered seeing him somewhere before. It was brief, but she couldn’t forget that face. He was either on the tv or guest lectured at the college she took online courses at. He was familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

   The man was looking through the bottles of white wine with his tongue stuck out in deep concentration. His fingers were hovering over the labels he was reading, and he looked so adorably lost. The wine bottles were lucky to have so much attention paid to them by such a wonderfully interesting man. He needed help, though. That much she could tell.

   Don’t just stand there like a loon, Hannah. Here’s a wonderful opportunity to meet someone new. It could be quick and painless. Chloe wouldn’t even have to meet him. Not that I’d put her through that anyway. Not again.

   Just do it. There’s no shame in making new friends. Besides you’re curious about where you recognize him from anyway…

   “Uh.” Hannah’s canvas covered feet moved faster than her brain. “You look like you’re having some trouble picking out a wine.”

   The man turned to look at her with a brief expression of surprise then licked his lips.

   Oh, man, she thought. That could kill me.

   He looked back at the bottles and then nodded. “I’m not a big wine connoisseur. I know all the types of wine and what goes best with what food pairings but it’s for a birthday gift. I’m not quite so sure what she’d prefer.”

   Her?

   “Well, does she like a certain brand or type? Or does she like to try different kinds out sometimes?” Hannah walked up until she was just barely a few feet from him.

   “I’m not actually sure. It’s embarrassing, really. I have an eidetic memory. One would think I can remember what’s had in my presence

Hannah brushed some hair behind her ear and winced. “I hope she’s not a girlfriend; otherwise you’d be in loads of trouble..”

   The man blushed a little. “Ah, no. She’s just a very good friend. One I wouldn’t want to upset. She deserves the best.”

   “Aw,” the woman smiled earnestly. “She sounds important. But it also sounds like you shouldn’t overthink it. I’m sure whatever you choose, she’ll enjoy it. Just make this choice from your heart and stick a meaningful card with it. Girls can be suckers for cards. Or maybe that’s just me…”

   He looked back at the shelving. “What would you suggest?”

   “Who? Me?” Hannah put a hand to her chest in surprise.

   “Yeah. You’re a girl. You seem like you would make good wine decisions. What would you go for?”

   “Honestly?” Hannah reached up and wrapped her non-manicured fingers around a bottle on the middle shelf and pulled it down. “This one.”

   The man took the wine after she held it out to him and read the label. “Kendall-Jackson Riesling. Why is this the one you picked?”

   The words weren’t critical, just pure curiosity.

   “Well, that’s an easy one. It’s my favorite! If it’s at any restaurant I go to, it’s the first thing out of my mouth. Well, that and cheese sticks. I love my cheese sticks.”

   Hannah met the man’s eyes after her almost daydream and stopped short. “Was that weird?”
   

He shook his head and gave a small smile. “No, cheese sticks are delicious. Did you know cheese has historical roots dating back as far as 6,000 BC? And that about 20 million metric tons of cheese gets produced every year? And I guess I should have warned you about that…”

   “About what?” Hannah had cocked her head to the side in brief confusion.

   The man scratched the back of his head and looked away. “About how I just say random things that no one asked about. I just…spurt them out.”

   “If you know it, flaunt it. Intelligence is very attractive. Use it, just don’t be a jerk about it. Maybe you can use it to turn that very close friend into something else, hmm?” Hannah bumped his shoulder in an easy going way.

   “Oh, no. Penelope already has somebody. I’m kind of the baby of the office. She’s very protective of me.”

   “Oh yeah? Where do you work? Or, if that’s too abrasive, what do you do?” He’s single! I can’t do anything about that, but I can feel less guilty about it at least.

   He looked around. “I uh…I work in the F.B.I. Behavioral Analysis Unit, to be precise.”

   “That’s where I know you from!”

   The quick outburst made him jump slightly, and he wondered for a brief second if it was a mistake to say such intimate details to someone he didn’t even know.

   “Uh…”

   “You guest lectured at the college I’m taking online courses at. You’re Dr. Spencer Reid! I couldn’t figure it out! It was right at the tip of my tongue. And I’m totally spazzing out now.”

   Spencer laughed an honest laugh and held the bottle of wine close to his chest. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it’s not as bad as you think.”

   “Oh yeah? Wanna take a bet? I saw you as I was passing this aisle and wanted a reason to approach you because you were so familiar, I couldn’t figure out why. So I hid behind that end cap right over there for 5 minutes. I was trying to figure out when to come over here, if ever at all.”

   “So you were stalking me because I looked familiar?”

   “Well, that and-” Hannah abruptly shut up, and a bright flush overcame her cheeks. “Uh.”

   “And why? Now I’m curious.” Spencer stepped closer to her.

   Well, crap. “And uh…”

   Spencer watched as Hannah licked her lips and hummed to herself. The woman subconsciously rubbed her right arm as she bit her bottom lip. 

   Oh, for goodness sakes.

   “Because I wanted to know you. When you were standing there, in the middle of the wine aisle, you looked like someone I wanted to know.”

   “And now? Am I still someone you’d want to know?”

   Hannah met his eyes and smiled. “Hi, I’m Hannah Cameron, and you are definitely worth getting to know.”

   Hannah reached out a hand, and Spencer took it, shaking it. Her blush faded a tinge, but their eyes never left each other. She hoped he was worth getting to know. Being a single parent tended to be a turnoff, but she just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that she got. Maybe Spencer was different?

anonymous asked:

How about the allies spying on their s/o changing and they get caught

America: “Well the hero needs to keep a watch on them “, he said as he couldn’t wipe out that smirk out of his face, he loved it, every second of it, he never have seen (s/o) changing, he pulled out a camera , he wanted to take some pictures just for now , some pictures won’t hurt them , he bit his lip as he snap pictures of them undressing.This couldn’t be enough, it wouldn’t be bad if he got closer so he can get better features of them, he just wanted…… maybe at least get to touch them in places, places that he can make them feel good.He was off in his little fantasies as he didn’t notice yelling, but where was it coming from…….he looked up to see (s/o) yelling at him, directly at him, he blushed. “Oh crap, well then no more fun for me ~”, he whispered to himself as he chuckled as he ran off, good that he took some pictures.

England: What can you say, this guy can’t stay always as a gentleman but he does need to check his dear love,(s/o).He needs to check on them every time and it looks like he came in the right moment, he couldn’t help but blush as he looked up to see a beautiful scene happening.(S/o) was changing their clothes, “What a tease they can be~.”He giggled as he looked at them to down to up, they had a beautiful body, he just couldn’t wait, to be there, hug them, smell their scent, touch their delicate skin…..hear them scream his name , he smirked as he dream about what he can do to them but his thoughts were disturbed when he heard someone yelling at them and that voice belong to (s/o).”Who the hell are you?!”, (s/o) yelled. Arthur got up and run off , a bit embarrassed of been caught, even while he was having his little pleasant fantasies

France: It’’s like a daily dose for him, he keeps going every day to go see (s/o) , he just loves it , it makes him melt, everything about them.He knows that one day, oh that day will come, when he will be with (s/o) , he sighed dreamily as he watch them from the window from afar as they changed, it was like a good picture to look at , wait pictures , oh silly him , he brought a video camera , the pictures he took before didn’t satisfy him much , he wanted it captured so he can watch it over and over .He recorded them from bottom to top, just beautiful, he smirked as he couldn’t wait to touch their skin , smell their hair, have them all to himself, have them in his hold, slowly consume them lovingly.He looked back at his camera and notices (s/o) looking at them blushing and they panic and start yelling at him, he looks up to see them about to throw them a shoe, he jumped and ran off.Well, it looks like he just has to wait~

China:  He thought it cute, seen them changing, he just couldn’t stop blushing, their body was just beautiful, he stare from outside of the window, he giggled as he saw them blush a bit as they fix the clothes, under it was a nice view, for only him.He blushed imagining, how it’ll be if he had them all to myself, (s/o) and him snuggling together, kissing here and there on the cheek, but he hasn’t confronted him not yet, for now, it’s just watching them from afar but it wasn’t that bad, at least he got to see them.He sighed but noticed a voice, “Hey you pervert!”, (s/o) yelled at him, he got up and panicked as he blushed, he got up and left, well maybe next time he will confront them.

Russia: aIt was his first time, to go spy them and he didn’t expect this time, seen (s/o) changing.Well then it must be an invitation for him to watch , he blush a bit as he saw them pull their pants down , showing their skin , he couldn’t help but bite his lip a bit, they were perfect , everything about them drived him crazy.Their hair, their eyes, their lips and their voice , it drives him crazy every day and now seen more of them was driving him more.He wants to be there, with them undressing with them , both of them touching each other places where they can make each other feel good , pleasuring each other.He would be holding them as he smelled their scent , their scent like a drug to him an- “You creep!”, someone yelled , Ivan looked up to see (s/o) covering themselves as they yelled at him , he got up and ran of without them seen his face , well then maybe next time , how about we make our dreams come true.

Into You (Ben x MC)

Summary: What if you and Ben knew each other back in university? Here’s how you could possibly have met back in Grantmore.

Author’s note: Thanks to Anon for the prompt: “How about a story if MC and Ben met in university? How they met etc :)“ I’ve had this fanfic in my drafts for over a month now, but couldn’t get it to go anywhere. Thanks to Anon’s prompt, I tweaked the story and it seemed to work. Let me know what you think! (Rating: T)

Into You (Ben x MC)

I was walking briskly towards the university’s newsroom, frappuccino in hand. If you’re on time, you’re already late, I reminded myself, picking up my pace. The whipped cream in my frap looked so tempting, I couldn’t help but bow my head and take a sip.

That’s when I slammed into a wall (or what at least I thought was a wall) and my frap exploded all over my shirt. Or maybe that’s when the wall slammed into me. “Oh sh…,” I cringed, feeling the whipped cream and the coffee seep into my shirt. 


“I’m so, so, so sorry,” the wall said. I looked up. Damn, the wall was cute. Tall guy, broad shoulders, black-rimmed glasses. Geek chic. He looked familiar. I shook myself out of that unnecessary reverie and gestured to my soaked shirt.

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This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 5

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend…~

Beka ( @impala-dreamer ), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Hazel ( @idreamofhazel )

3,139 Words

Warnings: Awkwardness. Show type violence/creepiness. Monster Attack. Donuts. 

A/N: Ah Sunday… get ready for drama, that’s all I’m sayin’

Go To Chapter: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Chapter Five - Sunday Morning:

Before we were married, Bill and I lived in midtown, in a fourth floor walk up with four little rooms. It was old and falling apart, with crooked floors and a pink toilet. The bedroom was tiny, with textured wallpaper, and barely fit our creaky queen sized bed. It was cheap and it was drafty and it was ours.

Our building sat in the middle of 20th Street, dead center in a triangle made by church steeples. The view was quite lovely, but the wake up call was fierce.

Being young and unencumbered by tiny humans, Bill and I would often spend Saturday nights out with friends, jamming with his bandmates, or generally drinking and having fun. We could do as we pleased knowing Sundays were for sleeping. We would linger in bed, drifting in and out of sleep or enjoying the warm touches that came with sharing a bed. Hours would tick by until the church bells forced us awake.

By eleven, bells would peal from each point of the triangle, sending a holy symphony through our windows, ripping us from sleep. I used to hate it, wanting to stay in bed all day reading or napping. Little did I realize sleeping until eleven was a luxury I would sorely miss.

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Company - Part 7

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 1565

A/N: Another long part! Stuff happens in this one and I got excited lol I hope you all do too, let me know if you liked it! 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

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Love in its own way

Title: Love in its own way

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: ~3.6k

Warnings: sad, angst, fluff in the middle, unrequited love?

Idea: Emmanuel!Cas cute puppy moment. He doesn’t remember you, duh. Actually he’s with Daphne. Angst.

Summary: You had fallen for Castiel almost upon meeting him, but before you could ever work up the courage to talk to him about it he was ‘possessed’ by Leviathans. You take a break from hunting after the loss until you run into Daphne and her husband Emmanuel, who looks exactly like your lost angel.

A/n: @stressedout-nerdy-chikadee remember us talking about Emmanuel bringing home a stray dog? Well this is what my brain made out of that and your love for angst. I regret nothing.


Being in love with angel had never been easy, but who wanted to have an easy life anyway? No hunter ever considered their life easy and what was some additional crap on top of tiny motel rooms, take-out food and oh yeah the constant danger to your life. When you first met the Winchesters you had simply been locking for a one time team-up to figure out why something suspiciously looking like Egyptian plagues killed people in a small town. That turned out anything but simple. You learned that oh hey angels were a thing and apparently slapping Sam was okay, because he’s a soulless bastard (well Dean declared it okay the moment he figured out that Sam was literally soulless, you still felt a bit bad). But bottom line was angels. You had to admit Balthazar wasn’t exactly how you imagined the cloud hoppers with standard issue halo, neither was a pretty moody and pissed Raphael. The closest to an angel-angel like you remembered them from Christmas stories was Castiel. And even he seemed awfully down to business and not overly concerned with kindness, some nights you could still hear the little boys scream from when Cas tried to locate his soul.

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Practice

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: kissing

Summary: Y/n has never kissed anyone. Alexander is quick to try and change that.

Bam: Okay, so I’ll probably update Adoption once or twice a week. There definitely won’t be more that 4 parts, so in between that I’ll post this kind of rushed writing. Regardless of my stupid weird schedule, I hope you enjoy. Love always!

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Parties weren’t your thing. Heck, you were pretty sure they were no ones thing. Except for maybe Maria Reynolds, who was precisely the reason you were here. She was talking with someone in the corner, and who were you to interrupt her? That’s how you ended up lost in the middle of a crowd. You were standing unnaturally still; drunk, sweaty people kept rubbing up against you. Being completely sober, you realized just HOW MUCH you hated parties. The only place that wasn’t crowded was the stairwell. You beelined it there.

The upstairs of the house was just bedrooms and bathrooms, but anything that wasn’t that terrible mess downstairs was heaven. Most of the rooms were occupied with…… busy couples. But the last room down was completely empty. You stepped inside and left the door open just a crack. The window was open and a soft breeze was blowing into the room. It was amazing how a little cold air could clear one’s mind. You were staring out the window, when a man came up behind you.

“Hey, Y/n,” he whispered in your ear. You must have jumped ten feet off the ground.

“ALEX. You can’t do that! Wait……” you examined him very carefully,“you’re completely sober. Weird. You’re usually drunk under the table by now.” You folded your arms. He chuckled.

“I had work tonight, so I wasn’t here to get wasted. But, after that shift, I sure would like to,” he sighed and fell on his bed. You remembered now that this was his and the boys house. He continued to babble about his work day and rant about whatever came to mind.

“You alright Y/n?” He asked in the middle of a sentence.

“Huh? Oh yeah. I was just thinking about Maria. She was talking with someone downstairs, And I was wondering if I’d be able to find her in that crowd later. Probably not.“You looked back at him.

“Yeah. Has she kissed them?” He asked casually.

“No she hasn’t kissed them! She’s not that kind of person Al, no matter what you think.” You crossed your arms. “Well, it’s not an insult. I’ve kissed almost every one of our friends.” He smiled at you.

“Well, I pride myself on being someone you haven’t kissed. I pride myself on being someone no one has kissed!” You held your head up high, and then lowered it in embarrassment. You were 20 and no one had kissed you. Geez.

“No way. I don’t believe it.” He stared at you with an open mouth. Then, he got a sly look on his face.

“Stop looking at me like that, Al. I know what you’re planning.” You scooted away from him just a tad. He moved so that your legs were touching and put an arm around you.

“What am I planning, Y/n?” His soft tone sent shivers up your spine and the arm he draped around your shoulder was sending jolts of excitement through your body.

“You’re planning to try and kiss me by the end of the night.” You shifted so that you were completely facing him. His grin only widened.

“Maybe….” he moved his face closer to your and let your noses touch,“…. but only if you let me.”

You grabbed his collar and yanked him down. When his lips touched yours, warmth bloomed in your body. Electricity and pleasure danced across your face as he moved closer. Though you had never kissed anyone, you knew you wanted more. You gently bit his bottom lip. He pulled away for a second with a look of surprise, but then desire clouded his gaze. He kissed you with more fervor and roughness that he did the first. His tongue darted into your mouth. You both pulled away, panting.

“Well? Did you enjoy the practice?” He held your cheek.

“Yes, but if I’m being honest, I don’t think I want to kiss anyone else,” you breathed. He smiled and rested his forehead against yours.

Your ringtone pierced through the comfortable silence.

“Crap- Maria? Oh alright, I’ll be there in a second. Alexander, I have to go. I’ll see you soon.” You quickly moved off the bed, but before you were out of the room, you turned around for one last kiss. Then you were off.


You didn’t see Alex for a week. It was either you just missed him, or he wasn’t around at all that day. You didn’t get any texts from him, no calls, and you were to chicken to say anything to him yourself.

Then Saturday rolled around. Everyone was well aware that Saturday mornings were strictly for Hamilsquad breakfasts. That’s why no one drank on Fridays. You were dashing down the street, running five minutes late. When you bursted through the cafe door, all eyes were on you, especially Alexander’s.

“I’m….. sorry……. I’m late.” You managed between pants.

“Mon Amie, you did not need to kill yourself like that. We were all a little late today. Alexander and John just got here as well. Do not stress.” Lafayette sympathized. He was always really sweet, but sometimes it made everyone want to die because he was TO sweet.

The entire lunch was spent with you and Alex making prolonged eye contact; despite your efforts you could not communicate words this way. Fortunately, everyone couldn’t hang around to long, so you and Alex were left there alone.

“Wanna go for a walk?” He stood up.

“Yeah, Alright.”


Terrible silence stretched between you, and with each step you started getting more and more nervous. Anxiety was at it’s peek when Alexander sat down at a park bench.

“So……” he tried.

“So……. we kissed and I liked it. A lot. Like in a romantic I want to be with you kinda way. I don’t know if you feel that way, but it totally okay if you don’t. I don’t want to start something we can’t go through with.” Your eyes were fixed stubbornly on the ground.

“Okay. Well, it just happens that I feel that way too. Y/n, look at me.” You looked up. All that was on his face was a warm smile.

He enveloped you in a hug and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You inhaled his scent of coffee and paper, and nuzzled your face in his chest.

“I like this,” he breathed.

“I like it to.”


8.05: Dean has some grown-up, personal crap to handle.

DEAN: When’s that little idiot gonna stop running from us?
SAM: I don’t know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother.
DEAN: I was trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin’s mother at the time. Well, there’s a difference.
SAM: Apparently not to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because – oh, yeah – it’s his mother.

When Sam questions Dean as to why he’s abandoning the “Winchester holy grail” of shutting the gates of hell forever now that they’re both back “on the job” and looking for Kevin, we begin to see just a bit of how little either of them trusts the other right now. Dean refuses to tell Sam what he’s up to:

DEAN: What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. I need a day.

While Sam tries to convince himself he’s not stalking Amelia, that he’s just keeping an eye on her because he’s “concerned.”

Dean brings Benny the cooler of blood he asked for, and calls them even, but Dean demands to know what’s really going on with him, and we learn about Benny’s “family business.” VAMPIRATES. And that he’s on a mission to take revenge on the vampire who turned him, and then killed him.

Dean agrees to help him, but even Benny’s keeping a little bit of the truth from Dean here. He’s not seeking personal revenge so much as seeking revenge because he believed his master killed the woman he loved. He later discovers that he turned her instead, to keep her for himself.

(sounds a wee bit like Brian in 8.04 here, no? but in this case, when Benny discovered that Andrea was still alive and thought for one moment that they might have a chance to be together again, he discovers that she just wants to stay where they are and run the Vampirate crew together… whatever it was about her that Benny had loved– her humanity– was gone. 

BENNY: I’m sorry. All this is because of me. I’m sorry.
ANDREA: No. It’s not your fault. You never hid anything from me, Benny. I chose you.
BENNY: But why’d you stay… with them, with him? Why?

We learn a little bit more about vampires, and what happens to them after they’re turned. That they come prepackaged with a sort of powerlessness to resist the vampire that turned them, but Benny was somehow different. He was strong enough to question their master and defy orders, which is how he was able to choose to be with Andrea in the first place, drawing the master’s wrath down on the both of them.

But Dean trusted that Benny could “drink blood, not people.” Sam’s angry that Dean would go off on a hunt alone with someone he’d never even heard of, let alone met. That Dean’s clearly keeping secrets from him. It gets even worse when Sam meets Dean and Benny at the dock and discovers Dean’s “friend” he was hunting with was a vampire.

Because hell there’s a lot of bitterness there that Dean had already gone one step farther than just giving a monster a chance and letting them go… he’d actively befriended one behind Sam’s back.

We also learn a little bit about WHY Dean was so willing to trust Benny through their flashbacks to Purgatory:

BENNY: You see, you’re an intact, living human being stuck in Purgatory’s craw. This dimension wants to spit you out, which is exactly what’s gonna power our escape pod. Now, I’m pretty sure I can squeeze through, too, because, after all, you take away the fangs and the fun, I was born human, too. But…
CASTIEL: I don’t think it would work for me.
BENNY: You hear what he’s telling you, Dean? Your buddy is saying– 
DEAN: Listen to me, you undead blood junkie, I’m the one with the mojo. I’m the one with the plan. Cas… we’re gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us.
BENNY: Obviously, I’m less than comfortable with that.

We’re shown over and over from the moment Benny met Cas that he considered him a liability in every way. A liability that may even end up getting him killed at that last moment before his chance at freedom and life at the portal back to Earth. Yet Benny saw what Dean was willing to do for Cas, that Dean was willing to die himself for Cas. Over and over again.

When faced with a situation that could have put an end to all of his personal issues with Dean’s refusal to leave without Cas, putting all three of them at risk, he could’ve let that leviathan kill Cas. It would’ve wrecked Dean, but if Benny had let Cas die there, instead of saving Cas’s life, he would’ve gotten what he wanted out of the deal… a straight leviathan-free shot to the portal and a free ride back to Earth. 

But in that moment he chose to save Cas, even knowing it was putting his own life and safety at risk. And Dean knew it.

BENNY: Why’d you do it, Dean?
DEAN: Do what?
BENNY: Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert, and no one would have been the wiser.
DEAN: What the hell are you talking about? Hey, you good?
BENNY: Man… I don’t know what I am.

We see the flashback to purgatory, of Dean seeing exactly what Benny was… because in that moment he saved Cas’s life, he was selfless. It was probably the least monstrous thing any monster’s ever done on this show. And it earned Dean’s loyalty.

And because Dean’s adopted the “what happens in purgatory stays in purgatory” attitude, Sam just can’t understand.

Dean was “spun out,” if you will, over not knowing what happened to Cas, over the fact that Cas had stayed behind, had left him. That he didn’t even try to save himself right at the last moment while he was straddling the portal to freedom. How could he even begin to explain all that to Sam, especially when he was powerless to do anything about it. So Dean stuffed it all down and tried to bury it the way he always had.

But Sam also was keeping secrets, about the woman he’d abandoned the life for, abandoned Kevin Tran to Crowley for. 

anonymous asked:

I'm from Finland (My English is bad, but my Finnish spelling is even worse), and I live in The Netherlands and today I was out shopping in Den Haag and while I was going through some clothes I looked up and saw in big bold letters "Paskamer" which means changing room (Pas means change and Kamer means room) but all I could think of was "more crap" because in dutch 'Meer' means more and in Finnish paska means shit. And it doesn't makes sense but I was laughing.

Oh my goodie that’s so funny, I undertand very well how languages are mixable like that! Also, I laughed a bit since if you add an “i” after “Paskamer”, it turns into “Paskameri” and it means “Shit sea”. I read it like that first and was like “wait what really”

love spell ☾ derek hale

request: Hey! I’m not sure if you still take requests but can you do a Derek hale imagine where he takes you on a date, but the pack thinks there’s something suspicious about you so they sabotage the date?? Make it a happy ending! Thanks! :)

word count: 1992 ok 

  It was a rare commodity to see the perpetually pissed off Derek Hale crack even the slightest of smiles, but it was an even rarer one, in the McCall pack’s opinion, to see him positively beaming and walking around his loft with a certain bounce in his step. Picture the brooding Derek Hale bouncing, because it is a strange yet quite amusing sight indeed. The pack of teenagers that never seemed to leave him be entered his loft noisily, but the commotion died instantly when they saw the mood he was in. 

  “Did I die? Is that why he’s so happy? Am I dead?” Stiles asked Scott, digging his elbow annoyingly into Scott’s ribcage and leaning closer to him. Scott shook his head at Stiles, his eyes rolling. 

  “If you were dead, that wouldn’t have been so irritating,” Scott teased, examining Derek’s facial expressions with intense curiosity. “Still, maybe Kate died. That’d probably put him in a good mood.” Stiles nodded, considering this. It made perfect sense. She killed his entire family, tortured him, kidnapped him, turned him back into his sixteen year old self, tried to kill everyone again. It would be perfectly acceptable for Derek to be glad of her death, though that was not the cause of his clear happiness today. 

   “No one died, why are you two always so morbid?” Lydia made herself comfortable on Derek’s couch, Malia and Kira following after her. No one really cared about Derek’s personal space at this point in their relationship. Derek was the unofficial dad of the pack; not really a good one, to be fair, but regardless. “Anyways, a grump like Derek doesn’t get that happy overnight because someone died. That’s a girl sort of happy.” 

   “Derek’s turning into a girl?” Liam questioned, his eyebrows raising. Stiles slapped him on the head, causing Liam to bare his fangs at the older boy. 

    “No, a girl is making him happy,” Lydia replied, sighing with a shake of her head, her russet curls quaking with the movement. “C’mon, boys, keep up.” Stiles frowned, watching as Derek hummed jauntily to himself and set up a vase on his small kitchen table, filling it with water before dropping a bouquet of flowers into it. He ignored the teens that had made themselves comfortable in his living room; it was no longer a nuisance or bothersome in any way. Stiles scoffed, turning back to his friends. There was no way this was really happening right now. 

   “Please, no girl is capable of making Derek freaking Hale that happy in the matter of one week. Derek is Derek,” Stiles crossed his arms. “We’ve known him for what, five years now? And he’s never cracked a smile at us.” 

   Scott raised his eyebrows. “He’s smiled at me before, Stiles.” Stiles, though now looking slightly offended, continued his rant. 

    “Anyways, there’s gotta be some sort of foul play involved. Maybe this girl is, like, a siren or something? Or a succu-thingy… a succubus! Yeah, that’s right,” Stiles nodded to himself, particularly smug. 

    “Or she could be a witch,” Lydia said. Stiles’ eyes widened, and he gestured for the girl to continue. “She could have cast a spell on him, or maybe she was able to get him to drink a love potion. After all we’ve seen, it could make sense.” 

    Scott slapped a hand to his forehead. “Or, she could be a regular girl that Derek likes a lot and is changing for the better because of her?” Stiles and Lydia exchanged a stupefied look before rolling their eyes at Scott and continuing their discussion about witches and how they were going to prove that their was something strange going on with Derek’s new girl. Malia and Liam engaged in the discussion as well, though Kira, like Scott, appeared doubtful. Nevertheless, plans were being formed about what to do with their newfound discoveries.


   Derek stared at himself in the mirror, pressing a hand to the top his hand and trying to smooth down his hair again. Usually, it behaved perfectly fine. He could get it so that there wasn’t a hair out of place. Today, however, it was a mess of unintentional gelled spikes worsened by the fact that when he was feeling nervous he had a tendency to run his hands through his hair. Consistently. Today, he was more nervous than ever. He hadn’t gone on a real date in a very long time, and he wanted nothing more than to impress Y/N before dropping the werewolf bomb on her. Maybe she would like him enough to stick around. 

   He straightened his shirt collar, buttoned one button and then pulled it apart. He tucked his shirt into his light denim jeans and then untucked it just as soon, then debated on whether or not the light wash of his jeans coordinated correctly with his shirt. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang, so startled that his eyes flashed bright blue for a brief second. He caught a glimpse of it in the mirror when it happened, and hoped Y/N wasn’t planning on scaring him anymore that night for the sake of her sanity. 

   And Derek’s of course. 

   He rushed to the door, smoothing the wrinkled area in his shirt once more before pulling it open, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground when he saw her standing outside his loft, a nervous but lovely smile gracing her lightly glossed lips. He smiled even wider, greeting her with a shy, chaste kiss on the cheek that made her stomach do about one hundred backflips, swarms of butterflies quickly fluttering about at the contact. If one kiss on the cheek could make that happen to her, she couldn’t help but admit that she was excited for the time when he would kiss her on the mouth without warning or real reason. She could see herself being with Derek Hale for a long time. 

   “You look-” he paused, searching for a word- “absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. You are truly the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on.” She was pleased with the compliment, smiling so hard her cheeks were aching just a little. 

    “Aw, Derek, you flatter me,” she said, nervously playing with her hands whilst not quite looking at him. “You look very handsome, just so you know. But really, you always do.” This time, it was Derek’s turn to smile, his face going red. No one had ever done that to him before. He pulled out a chair for her at the table, which she took, and the date began.  

    Of course, as soon as it began, Scott and his pack infiltrated the loft, strangely going unseen. Derek was too preoccupied with his date than with the rambunctious teens, which was their first clue that something was mostly likely wrong with him. They slipped through the door, Stiles lugging a bucket of water behind him. Scott, in a whisper, yelled at Stiles, “I still think your plan sucks!” He gestured to the bucket of water. “You’re absolutely delusional if you think that’s going to work. There’s no way that girl is a witch, and all you’re doing is ruining their date-” Scott stopped, realizing that no one was listening to him anyway. He sighed, following his pack anyway. He watched from behind them all as Stiles, ever the stealth expert, leaped out from the kitchen with his bucket of water and attempted to throw the entire thing at Y/N. However, the thing was so heavy that majority of the water was dumped on her legs and a bit on her torso, but nothing happened. 

   “Oh, uh, well, um, crap,” Stiles muttered, dropping the bucket and looking at his friends. They all stared at him, wondering why they had agreed to coming here in the first place when Derek looked like he was about to kill. He stood up, took a deep breath and looked at Y/N. 

   “I’m so sorry,” he muttered to her, helping her up. 

   “Eh, it’s fine, Der, don’t worry about it,” she stood up, keeping his hand firmly in hers. “Uh, who are these kids?” She looked around the kitchen, taking in the sight of five random teenagers scattered throughout the room and another one standing up with a dripping blue bucket that had just been poured on her moments ago. “And why did that one throw a bucket of water on me?” 

   He shook his head. “I have no idea about the water thing, honestly,” he huffed. “They’re idiots. Just some kids from the high school that, uh, hang around sometimes.” He looked down at the water dripping from her pants, sighing again. “I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he said. “Here, go into my room and grab whatever pants you want. I know they’re gonna be big but it’s the best we can do for now.” He forgot about the fact that the kids were there and leaned down to kiss her forehead, murmuring another apology. Everyone exchanged a look while Y/N hid her face and walked to Derek’s room. Derek then turned around to face the kids, who all looked particularly ashamed of themselves. 

    “Aw, Der, look, I’m really sorry,” Stiles said, his face red and appearing quite guilty. “We just had this thought that maybe she’s a witch and she’s got you under some sort of… love spell,” he muttered the last part, realizing how fucking ridiculous it sounded now that he was really, truly thinking about. 

   “You’re all really stupid,” said Derek, gritting his teeth. “And you may have just ruined my chance with Y/N in there, the one girl I’ve cared about in a long time. Love spell,” he shook his head. “I’m happy for once, and you all think I’m under a love spell.” He ran his hands through his hair. 

    “For the record, it wasn’t me, and we’re all leaving now,” Scott said quickly, dragging Stiles away from Derek’s harsh, intimidating glare and motioning everyone to follow him out the door. Derek couldn’t believe this. He rolled his eyes at their retreating figures before turning around and walking hurriedly back to his room. He found her with a pair of his cleanest boxers on, sitting on his bed and flipping through one of the books he kept on his nightstand. 

     The sight seemed so normal to him, so natural. He barely even remembered that this wasn’t something he saw on a daily basis, and when he did, he felt a pang in his chest. He sat down next to her, the mattress dipping significantly. She glanced up sheepishly, placing the book behind her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to go through your things I’ve just been wanting to read that for awhile-” 

    “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he said seriously, placing his hand over yours. “I’m the one who gave those dumbasses a key to my apartment in case they ran into any trouble, and they go and do that to you.” He gestured to her soaked jeans and socks drying on the heater. He only had it for show, to be honest, since he was never cold, but he was glad it was there today. “I’m-” 

    “If you apologize one more time,” Y/N began, “I’m jumping out the window. For real, Derek. Stop apologizing, the night wasn’t ruined or anything.” She punched his arm playfully, and he fell a little bit more in love with her. “Is it okay if I stay over?”  

    He grinned, teeth and all. “I was thinking the same thing.” Then, he kissed her, his hands falling in her hair as he pulled her into his lap. Just as she had predicted earlier, butterflies erupted in her stomach, and they weren’t going to stop any time soon. Maybe she didn’t have him under any love spells, but she’d be lying if she said that he hadn’t cast one on her.