this one time she smiled and waved at me

The key to love, my father told me, was to never love someone more than they love you. So when, after dating for five months, Christopher Moore was the first to say “I Love You”, I thought I had hit the “Love Jackpot”. I say this because, prior to him saying it at that very moment, I had never given thought to the possibility that I could love him in return. Standing in front of my apartment building, nervous and excited, facing him and his smile, I questioned whether love was the word to describe what I was feeling. High school love, after all, is quite trivial with it’s ins and outs. Nevertheless after weighing the theoretical pros and cons of love, I decided that I was in love, at least in some respects. He was handsome, smart, sweet, and I enjoyed his company. This is what I believed love boiled down to; four factors. Honesty, clearly, was something I overlooked. About a year and 7 months into our blissful love affair, after graduation had passed and we had spent the summer taking all the cliché couple pictures, Chris decided that he “just couldn’t go on lying to me anymore. “Jenine” he told me “this guilt is eating me alive!”. I imagine there wasn’t much of him left, as it had been “eating away at him” for 6 months. This is when I learned that there is no “key” to love; no guide, no tips, no 101 course, because love is lived and learned; never taught. Try as you may, to forgo the pain of love, you’ll find joy in knowing that it’s survive-able and moreover, sometimes the good outweighs the bad. No, Chris wasn’t the love of my life, but he gave life to my ability to love.

“Never” my father said “let love override your faculty of reason.” Easier said, than done. My next love was Jeremy Bishop. Before you ask, of course there were others between Chris and Jeremy. But this is a story about love; not “almost loves”,“semi loves”, and “could’ve beens”. Jeremy’s love was the worst kind of love. The kind that doesn’t have a reason to exist but somehow it does and you’re glad. Its sole purpose is to debilitate your mind, forcing you to follow only your emotions. While Jeremy was dreamy, I learned that the man of your dreams can sometimes be the root of your nightmares.

I met Jeremy my junior year at _________ University. It was a Sunday and I had been studying in the library for an anthropology midterm and decided that I would take a break. Putting my highlighter down & flexing my hand I stood up & headed towards the bathroom. As I walked through the stacks, passing my hand across the rows of books I’d never read, my friend Denise spotted me and waved me over. Walking swiftly I made my way to the table she was stationed it & gathered that she had been studying all day as all. Splayed papers, open textbooks, two highlighters, & her laptop with several window open screamed “cram session” to me. After having sat & talked for some time about school & it’s “scammagry”, I noticed that someone had taken a seat at the end of the table. You know those typical movies where two people look up at the same time & smile coyly at one another? Well that’s what happened with us…….minus the smiling. When Jeremy & I caught eyes it was more of an inquisitive stare down. I relented because who really stares at a stranger for lengths at a time? Apparently Jeremy does because every time I looked up he was looking at me or perhaps through me. Whatever the case was I asked Denise if she could “Excuse me for one second?” as I got up from my seat and sauntered over to Jeremy, running my fingernails along the wooden table that both separated and joined us.

He was brown skinned but it was a rich brown that I often found myself lost in. He had brown hair that was cut low to avoid maintenance & also to spite his mother who so much loved it longer. His eyes were almost black they were so dark, yet you never asked someone to hit the lights when staring into them. He had a slight dimple on the right side of face that only presented itself in the presence of his mother, its creator.

“I know you or something?” I said, to which he looked up & responded “No you don’t. But since you’re already here, I’m Jeremy. Nice to meet you….” he said moving his hand in that circular waiting motion “this is usually the part where you tell me your name”. He was sarcastic & forthcoming and I liked it. “This is usually the part when I’d say Jenine. My name is Jenine. Though I’m not sure it’s nice to meet you.” “Well Jenine, do you have HIST 256 on Mondays & Thursdays? I think that’s where I’ve seen you before.” “Well Jeremy, had I known you were a stalker I would’ve stayed at the other end of the table” “A stalker Jenine? Really? I think you’re mistaking my keen eye for details.” “I stand corrected then. I just had no idea I was noticeable to your "keen eye”, I said, making air quotes. He leaned in & said, “Maybe Jenine, just maybe there’s a lot of things you don’t know. I’d be happy to fill you in though. If you were ever free.” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems to me, Jeremy, that you’re asking me out.” “It seems that way, because it is that way. But enough with this, would you be interested in going out?” “I’ll contemplate it.”

A week later Jeremy picked me up in his beat up silver 2010 Toyota Corolla. Got out & offered to close the door for me not because he was a gentleman but because I literally couldn’t close it myself. He told me he wanted to show me his favorite place in all of Brooklyn. We drove for about 15 mins and parked in DUMBO; my favorite place. As we walked to the pier he barraged me with every menial question from favorite color to top five movies. I stopped his questioning because I realized I knew nothing about him. “What about you?” I said. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.” “I’m a Taurus. Now back to you.” “Your sign. You gave me the third degree and in return you tell me your astrological sign??” “I’m really not that interesting. I kind of just go with the flow nothing special really.” “I could say the same about myself but you don’t see me spewing monotonous facts about myself” “That’s just it though. You’re very interesting. I see you twice a week & you never look the same to me. Always a different hairstyle, new lipstick, different outfit. You keep me guessing & well…I like that.” “Different outfit…Did you expect me to have the same clothes on like a cartoon character?”

Jeremy took my clothes off the way he took down my walls; slowly & intently. I never felt exposed or vulnerable. It was easy with him & who doesn’t like easy? The first time we had sex he kissed every scar and stretch mark on my body while he whispered beautiful and for the first time I believed it. This is when I knew I loved him; this is when I knew he loved me. We fell into a routine & inevitably, that’s how we fell apart. We saw each other four-five times a week in between work, school & our respective friends. I’d meet him after work or he’d meet me after class, we’d get some food or I’d cook, we’d talk, then go back to his dorm room or my house & somewhere in between there we’d fuck once or twice & that would be that. Talk, Eat, Fuck, Repeat. This, I should inform you, was the foundation for our dismantling. Jeremy grew tired of our monotony, I suppose, & because of that he started talking to a female customer who had “just so happened” to frequent his job. In talking they “just so happened” to find they had “so much in common” & somehow Jeremy’s dick “just so happened” to be in her mouth when I walked into his dorm room to get the spare phone charger I left there just in case. “Oh Mahh Gahhhh” is what Celeste said with his dick slighty tucked to the left side of her mouth because it wouldn’t have been polite to pull it out all together; though I’m sure there was no God she could ever call her own. Startled yet surprisingly indifferent I found my charger in the first drawer of his night stand now decoratively arrayed with ripped condom wrappers and I closed the door behind me.

Walking out of the apartment I didn’t feel anything but when I reached the stairs it hit me and when Jeremy came running out of his room, pulling his boxers up I looked up at him from the top stair I was sitting on & hit him right in the groin. “Shit! Ahh! Damn, J! Come on!” he winced . “Come on?? Excuse me?!? You’re such a fucking dickhead. Like what the fuck?” “I know. I know. I’m sorry babe. You gotta believe me! I swear it’ll never happen again.” & that’s what I wanted to believe after all; that this was just a bump along our road; that we could get through this because we could get through anything. So when Jeremy crouched down in front of me, put his hand under my chin, looked me right in the eye and told me he was “so sorry”, that he “really loved me”, that he was “mad stupid for doing that” I believed him & gave us another chance because I wasn’t ready to admit failure.

Celeste Soto was the average full figured broad who just “couldn’t help” falling for other women’s boyfriends, husbands, fiancés, you name it. Walking back into his room, I found her putting her left shoe on with one hand on his desk for balance. “You gotta believe mama” she said “I didn’t know he even had a girl. You feel me? I wouldn’t have done anything with him. Thas crazy disrespectful. My bad.” as she adjusted her bra strap and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Turning slighty towards Jeremy, I looked at him as if to say “really?!? THIS was the best you could do??” and he lowered his head, and stared at this one spot on the carpet that he could never get out. Not only had Jeremy cheated but he chose the lowest of women to do it with. “First of all, I’m not one of your friends so I don’t know why you’re calling me "mama” & no I don’t “feel” you nor do I intend to. Get your shit and get out!“ When she was gone I searched the apartment for remnants of her presence, prior to that days visit. An earring, a hair tie, maybe a lip balm. I found nothing or maybe I wasn’t really looking.

For eight months straight Jeremy was on his BEST behavior. He’d let me know where he was at all times as to ensure that he wasn’t out cheating; send pictures as proof on some occasions. I have to admit, though I was secure in his whereabouts, I was also sure that this was not how healthy relationships works. Nevertheless I looked forward to each notification because afterall "once a cheater……"you know the rest. One night I went over to his place to cook dinner, partially to ensure he wouldn’t be feeding Celeste or any other girl his penis but also because this is what I missed most about us. I had become so preoccupied with deciding whether or not I could trust him that I wasn’t concerned with trying to make us seem normal. After dinner we were in his bed tearing at each other’s clothes & after switching positions five times he looked down at me & said "I can’t do this”. Looking back at him I said “it’s cool I wasn’t feeling it either honestly”. “Not this” he said falling to my side, facing the ceiling “I mean like this….us”. Somehow though I knew that was what he had meant. This ball of something akin to both fear & anger welled up in my throat & grew until finally all I could say was “oh”. One tear fell from my eye & couldn’t allow myself to shed another. “This whole time” he said getting up from the bed “I wasn’t with you because I wanted to be. I was with you because I didn’t want to let you down.” He was pacing back & front at the foot of the bed, lifting his hands to his head then retracting them, looking over at me occasionally for assurance of my understanding. So he continued "I couldn’t let your last image of me be somebody who betrayed you. I had to prove you wrong & that’s selfish. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be in a relationship I’m not fully committed to. It isn’t fair to either of us J & you can hate me but I’d rather you hate me for being honest.” “Is this a joke? Please tell me you’re kidding right now” I said, half laughing half crying. “Let me get this straight” I said, sitting upright in his bed, pulling my shirt over my head “You cheated…..You lied…..YOU fucked up….You begged for another chance!…and my stupid ass gave you one. I’m just so lost right now.” This is when I realized I never should have sat on those steps & cried. I should’ve ran out of that building like it was on fire because guys like him will always burn you.

Some nights I could still hear his footsteps pacing the floor & I’d wonder when in the hell it would be over. When I’d stop crying; when I’d realize I was better off without him. But there’s this moment & I know it sounds cliche but you just wake up & you feel different you feel like you can begin again. One morning I woke up and knew Jeremy would never have a hold on me the way he did before, but more importantly I didn’t want him to.

The thing about baggage is that you never realize how much of it you carry around. In fact you assume that more often than not you don’t carry any at all because you’re “over it” or you’ve “moved on”. You’ll find yourself compromising because you just want someone to call at night; that wants only you. “Trust me.” my mother said “There will be others and don’t think that you have to look for them or that you have to settle.” My mother had a way with words. I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing but the fact remains that when she said those words to me I wished she had kept her opinion to herself. I would never settle…..or at least I didn’t think I would.

I knew I didn’t love Benjamin the first time he came inside me & I wished I had never come to his apartment, let alone into his room splayed with dirty laundry that he was “gonna get to”. More importantly I knew I couldn’t love Benjamin, not the way I wanted to at least, when he told me I’m just like my mother. This sounds stupid I know, but let me explain.

After a week of working overtime, my best friend Selene dragged me out of my apartment for a night of bar hopping. Upon walking into our third stop, Benjamin grabbed my hand & told me I was pretty. That was it. There was no drawn out conversation, no playing hard to get, it was very low stakes. I gave him my number & before I got to the next bar he had called & asked when he could see me again. “Tomorrow” I said.

The next evening Benjamin showed up at my apartment with no plan other than to show up. We decided to see a movie.

The movie we saw doesn’t matter. Neither does the fact that we went to the movies. What matters is that after we left the movies, Benjamin grabbed both my hands & kissed me. When he stopped & I looked up at him he said “You taste like stale popcorn”. I thought “what the fuck?” & then he reminded me that we shared a popcorn. Our entirely relationship was like this; constant reminders of things I should have been aware of.

Ben was different from Jeremy because he never lied to me. That doesn’t necessarily mean that’s a good thing though. His honesty was one that I had to grow accustomed to. We had been dating for about two months, when I called him asking if he wanted to get dinner later & he simply replied “no”. No explanation, no rain check, no apology; he just hung up. Later he’d text me & say that we should get breakfast instead the next day because he liked being the first person I talked to in the morning. He never hid anything from me. Girls would text him, telling him how much they “missed him” how much “fun” they used to have & he’d show me his phone while laughing & ask what I thought he should say in his reply. It was almost inconceivable, how much he included me in his decisions when it came to other women. Co-workers would invite him out to dinner & drinks after work, over to their apartments, concerts & he would ask me, not if he could go (because he was going to do what he wanted regardless) or if I wanted to come with, but how I’d feel if he went it with them. We’d be waiting for our heart rates to drop back to normal after sex; our skin still dewy and tingling and he’d say “the last time was better” or “you faked it, but that’s cool” as he got up and ambled to the bathroom & I’d wonder if he had to be so honest with me all the time.

I woke up one day to him sitting at my kitchen table in just some sweatpants, signing a card. Next to him there was a huge bouquet of sunflowers. I walked over to him, fixing my bed hair into a bed bun & when I sat down he was startled. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early” he said & I looked over at the clock on microwave. “It’s after 11……does that even count as early?” I said. He looked up at me, then at the clock, then back at me & shrugged “I guess not”. I asked “Who’s the card for?” & as he sealed it, he handed to me & said “Happy Anniversary Sweetness” with no inflection. My face dropped to the floor, along with the card. “An anniversary?” I thought “have we really been dating a year? Maybe it’s like a six month anniversary? But that’s not even an anniversary!” After a few mental “Fuck!!”’s, I pulled myself together, awkwardly smiled as I picked up the card & opened it. It had been a year since I moved into my own place. In the card he wrote about how happy he was for me; that he knew how big of a deal it was for me to live on my own & he wanted me to know that it was just as important to him. I cried out of relief. He thought I was overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, primarily because as I closed the card, hugged him, wiped my tears and sniffled into his neck, I whispered “Thank you. This means a lot.”. One year of independence; something I should have been aware of.

The first time he told me he loved me, I opened my mouth to respond & he placed his index finger on my parted lips. “Stop” he said. “Not everything I say deserves or should be met with a response Jenine. I love you. That’s it.” I of course flew into defense. “So I can’t say it back? I can’t love you in return? What kind of bullshit is that Ben? You can’t just say something like that & expect me not to say anything back.” “I never said you can’t say anything back. But think about it baby, I said I love you & your first instinct was to respond. You didn’t even really take the moment in. That’s what I’m saying. I don’t want you to love me back because I love you. I want you to love me because you actually love me.” I felt little, like a child, like I had been put in my place, handled, dealt with, but I wouldn’t let him know. “You’re such an asshole sometimes” I said “but that Benjamin, for your information, is why I love you. Because you’re only an asshole sometimes”.

There are two important things I remember from when I broke up with Ben:

1. It was raining.
2. He told me I should’ve ended us a long time ago.

I came back to the apartment from the gym. As I shook my umbrella walking through the door, Ben sauntered by in his usual attire, house sweats and no shirt, saying “You must love mopping.” in a condescending tone. I happily returned the tone saying “Definitely. I just love it! Can’t get enough.” as I rolled my eyes and the umbrella up, fastening it shut. I walked over to the kitchen & checked the fridge. All that was left was this chicken Parmesan “thing” I had attempted to make three days earlier & it looked like a big pile of mush at that point. I chucked it & decided that take out sounded good. I had a taste for some pad thai so the choice was easy. Picking up my phone & dialing the number I thought it might be a good idea to ask Ben what he wanted but I figured he’d eat whatever I ordered him. So I made the call, ordered Chicken Pad Thai and another peanut sauce dish with shrimp, and hung up. As soon as my phone had ended the call, Benjamin started an argument. “Why would you order food without asking me what I wanted?” he asked me walking out of the bedroom and I replied “I ordered food for us both. No need to say thank you”. He walked towards the window to look out but really it was all dramatics because our window looks directly at the alley behind our building that holds nothing but two dumpsters and a few forgotten cats. “Why would I say thank you to you for doing something I never asked you to do?” he said with his back turned to me “Sometimes” he scoffed, almost laughing, as he looked at the rain collect in the window sill. “Sometimes I don’t get you. Like after all this time you still do shit that irritates me and I wonder why the fuck I still want to lay next to you at night or wake up with you in the morning.” I was sitting on the sofa, absentmindedly playing with the tag on this pillow I bought two years before when he & I had just started dating. He told me the pattern on it reminded him of us; that the lines never intersected. They just changed direction. “Nobody is holding you here Ben. You can leave anytime you’d like.” I said as I picked up the remote & turned on the television.

Thirty-five minutes later I was annoyed that the food hadn’t arrived but also because Ben never left the window. He just stayed there staring at the rain while it sheeted down the window screen and when thunder roared he’d just sigh. “What could be taking this food so long? The place isn’t even that far.” I complained. “It’s the rain Jenine. Everything slows when it rains. People, cars, buses, trains, bikes, they all slow.” He paused “You also might want to factor in the idea that a bunch of people order take out on a night like this.” I answered back “I knew that!……why are you always telling me things as if I don’t know them? As if I’m not aware? It’s just annoying. You’re annoying.” Ben walked away from the window & towards the kitchen counter. He planted his two hands palm down on the counter, hoisted himself up to sit on it, looked at me & said “Maybe it’s not me that annoys you Jenine. Maybe you can’t admit that I’m ever fucking right! I can’t ever make a point without you saying “I knew that!”. If you knew it Jenine…..then why would you say half the shit you say or do half the shit you do.“ I paused the lifetime movie I had been somehow become invested in and pressed a metaphorical "play” on the scene that was unfolding in our living room. “I don’t know Ben. Maybe you’re right” I replied as I sat up, crossed my legs and interlaced my fingers over my knee. “Maybe I can’t handle the fact that you make valid points. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you can’t ever let me be wrong without making me look like a complete ass. You’re always so philosophical. "Oh thee "all knowing Ben!” Ohh he who knows more than anyone!“ I mocked. "It’s insulting. For someone who is just so wise you damn sure don’t know how to do your own fucking laundry, or wash a dish, or aim your penis directly into the bowl when you pee. Stop with the bullshit. We both have our faults.” My phone rang. The food was downstairs.

I threw on my worn out flip flops and shuffled down the 3 flights of stairs. Walking back into the apartment with food in hand, I saw that Ben had returned to the window. He walked over to the kitchen counter where I was standing, taking the food out of the brown paper bag & said “You said your ordered me food.” “I just ordered two things off the menu. I figured we’d just share.” I reasoned. “Right I get that but I don’t like peanuts. You know that. Don’t you? I’ve told you this. I’m sure I have as we’ve been together give or take I don’t know 2 & half years!” “Dammit! I whispered to myself. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking & I was hungry & I’m…..sorry. I’m just sorry.” “It’s fine” he said. “I should’ve just picked something up on the way home. It isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re like your mother in that way.” “Like my mother? All of this over some take out? Listen, good luck with dinner.” I said as I grabbed a plastic fork at the bottom of the bag & headed back to the sofa. “Yeah, like your mother.” he continued, following me. “You’re always complaining that she never listens to you; that you have to remind her of things you’ve already told her. Yet, here you are never listening to me. It’s not even about the apology. It’s that I just don’t think you’re really sorry at all.” he retorted. “Fair enough.” I said, putting my food down on the coffee table. “You wanna know what I’m really sorry about Ben? Huh? Fine. I’m sorry I moved in with you. I’m sorry I’ve been in this relationship for this long because we’ll never be good enough for one another. You know that right? We’re always going to be like this Ben.” I said, pointing at the pace between with both hands. “It’s never going to be enough that we love each other. There’s gotta be more to love than whatever the fuck we’re doing. I just don’t think this is healthy. I don’t think we’re growing here. Do you?”. “Now that J…that’s the most honest thing you’ve said to me. You’re always saying what you think I want to hear and that’s my problem with you. You never say what the hell you want because you think too much about it. We are growing, it’s just apart from one another.” He sighed, finally saying “Look, I’m tired.” as he walked exhaustedly back towards the bedroom, on an empty stomach & closed the door behind him. I couldn’t figure out if he meant he was tired of us, of the arguing, of never really getting back to how we were or if he was honestly tired.

I slept on the sofa & I use the term “slept” very lightly. What I really did was stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out if this was really it for Ben & I. If that was our last real conversation; if that even counted as a conversation. I planned out what I’d say in the morning after we’d both had time to think & reflect. I’d tell him I was sorry about going off & that it’s not that I don’t want to try to make it work but that I don’t even think trying is worth an actual try. I thought about it & felt like the whole relationship was a perpetual “try”. We’d just kept getting up, dusting each other off, & holding hands until we’d fall again thinking it didn’t matter because we’d fallen together. How many times do you have to fall before you realize that perhaps it isn’t the ground that’s tripping you up? That it might just be you. Do you have to scrape your knees a few times or fall flat on your face? How do you know when you’ve had enough?

I laid there falling in & out of sleep. I had this weird dream that I was baking a cake. I kept checking on it. Ben was there but he didn’t really say much. Finally I took it out of the oven & it was burnt around the edges. He shuffled over to the stovetop & looked at the cake with a somber face. “I told you it was done 10 minutes ago. You should’ve taken it out.” he said & I just stared at him blankly because he was right. I turned the pan over and the cake popped out. I let it cool, frosted it and cut a piece. Jeremy hunched over the counter top and watched me put the cake on a plate with confusion. “You’re just going to eat a burnt cake?” he questioned me. I had just taken my first bite and was going in for a second when I looked up at him and said “It still tastes good so what’s the difference?”. “The difference, Jenine, is that you know the whole cake doesn’t taste good. Only certain parts do. Why don’t you just throw it out and make another one?” he said walking over to the cake, lifting the plate up at different points and angles to get a good look at it. It was as though he was wondering how the frosting did anything but make the cake look even sadder. I licked the last bit of frosting off my fork and said “Because, burnt or not burnt, I still love cake.”

I woke up to a sliver of sunlight shining through the living room across the floor & stopping right at the front door. I sat up & checked the time. It was 7:06. I decided I’d go to the bedroom and get some real rest. I stood up & stumbled towards the bedroom. As soon as I reached the door, Ben was coming out of the room. He was dressed & had 2 bags with him not including the backpack he’d never leave the house without. All of the things I had planned on saying were forgotten. I could barely see straight, let alone gather the words I wanted to say. He looked at me then said “Sorry. Can I just get by?”. “Sure!” I blurted out as I moved to the left, almost jumping. He walked towards the front door & I asked “Umm can at least ask where you’re going?”. He stopped moving and turned, telling me “I thought about what you said J. About us not being enough for one another. I guess I just always thought it would work itself out. But I see what you mean. I don’t know the exact moment when you came to that conclusion, or maybe you decided it, but you should’ve ended us then instead of now. So I’m leaving. I guess I’ll pick up the rest of my stuff over the next couple of weeks.”. That’s it. He was gone. Whatever he had left, the “stuff” he mentioned, was never picked up. They were minuscule items really; a toothbrush, some body wash, a value pack of razors. Things that made you think of him, even though they were all replaceable. It didn’t take long for me to realize that much like the burnt cake, I still loved Ben.

To be continued or whatever…….

my beautiful list of klance fic recs

this one goes out to @ah-fae who was complaining about me texting her links to fics. now my favorite fics are all in one convenient place for your enjoyment, along with my thoughts on them!

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester

“Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.” [i cried. i don’t cry often when reading fics, but this one fucking got me. it’s fantastic, in both the concept and the (VERY well-written) execution. there are kitties. please read.]

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

“‘So like in ‘Step Up’?’ // Allura shrugs. ‘Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up.’’ // The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.” [i started this one while it was still in progress because i’d heard so many good things about it and i’m so glad i did. 7 chapters, lots of dancing, and very good writing]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

“‘This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.’ // Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.” // Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, ‘Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.’” [keith and lance meet their daughter from the future– which is just as adorable as it sounds– but they’re not even dating?? shenanigans ensue. it’s so sweet and heart-warming. i love this so much]

tropical drink melting in your hand; we’ll be falling in love by jojotxt

“Keith just wanted a summer job to help pay for college. He didn’t expect to be coworkers with a complete asshole who hated his guts. He didn’t expect to fall for him, either.” [this fic is refreshing as fuck and full of all the pining you could ever want, with a side of beach-related fun and team voltron bonding over their summer jobs. it is so good.]

Costumed Identities by Trashness

“Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems: // 1. Keith crossplays, so Lance has absolutely no idea that Keith is a boy. // 2. Both of them are idiots, and can’t seem to figure out that that hot cosplayer they like, is also that hot guy that they drool over every day at school.” [3 chapters, hidden identities, nerdy references, and so. much. cosplay. what more could you ask for? plus it’s hella fucking cute, if you weren’t already sold.]

i can’t help but want by aknightley

“Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet. // When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.” [this fic has a permanent tab open on my phone so that i never lose it. that’s how much this one means to me. this was written before season 2, so technically it’s an au where lance and keith are stranded on separate planets after the wormhole, and the only paladins they can contact are each other. it’s full of emotional bonding and poignancy and damn, the writing is so fucking good.]

you’re so sweet; will you be mine? by jojotxt

“A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery. // In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.” [have you ever wanted lance and keith to send each other passive-aggressive baked goods as their rivalry blooms into friendship? look no further. seriously, stop looking and read this fic. please. i’m in love with it.]

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay

“‘ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.’ // Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. ‘You really haven’t figured it out?’ // ‘Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,’ Lance said patiently. ‘Spell it out for me.’ // ‘Well, you just sort of answered your own question,’ Pidge said, snorting. ‘Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.’” [this author’s dialogue is so spot on, like i will automatically hear it in the character’s voice, and that doesn’t come to me easily. and just. lance. he deserves so much love, and this fic gives it to him.]

Best Teacher In The World

Kindergarten Teacher!Dean x Reader

A/N: I saw this post about what a great kindergarten teacher Dean would be, and I totally agree, so this one-shot followed. It’s just fluff and Dean being adorable. What’s new?

Word Count: 2100+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @extreme-supernatural-lover  @feelmyroarrrr @mrsbatesmotel53 @ronniesanter @jensen-jarpad @27bmm  @just-another-busy-fangirl @deathtonormalcy56

“…re you go, buddy. You call me if you need any more help, all right? Natalie, you good there?”

Knocking on the ajar door, you peek into the classroom to find the 5-year-olds on their morning break, eating and talking, a teacher with them who’s currently helping a little girl opening her bottle of apple juice. The same teacher your friend keeps telling you about, the same teacher everyone is in love with, according to her. Dean Winchester. She’s mentioned him so many times that his name is now seared into your brain.

“Can I help you?” His eyes find you, and right then it’s easy to figure out why the moms like him. He’s way too attractive.

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Perfect-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Reader’s parents makes them question their relationship with Jughead (based on the song perfect by Ed Sheeran)

Warnings: You might cry tears of joy, I sure as heck did.

Disclaimer: I know other people have been writing songfics for Jughead with this song and not to be that salty bitch but it was mY FUCKIN IDEA BITCHES I SEE YOU ok now that I have that off my chest u can carry on srry


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“We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.”

The first time I met Jughead Jones, I was 5 years old. We were in kindergarten, and he didn’t have any crayons, so I shared mine with him. He just stared at me when I had slid the pack in between our desks. I nodded towards the box and he took one, nodding back. Even though he didn’t say anything. I knew he was thankful.

We didn’t talk much until the third grade, when he was having trouble in school and I offered to help. Once again, I never got a thank you, but I didn’t mind. I knew he was thankful, even if he didn’t say it.

We were casual friends through elementary school, and in the 6th grade we rode the bus together. The first day of middle school, I spotted the boy in his oversized gray beanie sitting alone on the big yellow vehicle, a scowl on his face that I was almost convinced was permanent. He was alone in the very back seat, staring out the window. I immediately made my way to the back, plopping my tiny body right next to his. We looked funny together, me in my incredibly bright blue skirt and pink top, and him in his black clothes, but I had always thought we contrasted perfectly.

I sat by him every day, getting on the bus and smiling at him before silently doing my homework, and him staring out the window. Sometimes I tried to talk to him, but I never got a response.

One day, I had gotten on the bus before Jughead after school. Feeling particularly down that day, sat in a seat near the front alone. I set my bag on my lap, resting my chin in my hands and staring out the window sadly. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Jughead standing by my seat, a questioning look on his face. He jabbed a thumb towards the rear of the bus and held out his hand, and I smiled before taking his and letting him lead me to our seat in the back.

After that day, he spoke to me every time I saw him. He had told me about his hobbies, and what he liked to do. He told me about his mom and his dad, and his sister, and when I realized that there wasn’t really a lot he was comfortable telling me, I would tell him all about my life. Those days on the bus turned in to days spent with each other as much as we could in school, and then hanging out after school and on the weekends as well. Jughead was my best friend, and I was his.

“Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
Oh I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

Fast forward to high school, and our friendship grew in to something more. Despite how different in personality the two of us were, somehow, we were attached to each other. The night Jason Blossom’s death became a homicide case, Jughead was knocking on my window, crawling in to my bedroom and hugging me tightly. He cried in to my shoulder, telling me how terrified he was. After I had told him he would be fine, he shook his head, telling me I was the only thing he was worried about. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him down and kissing him softly. That was the night we got together.

We had been together as a couple for a few months now, although it felt like longer. The only thing that had really changed between us was that we kissed a lot more, and there was a little more PDA. We didn’t fight or disagree hardly ever, which was a relief for me, considering my parents did a lot. I was grateful my relationship with Jughead was smooth and unbreakable, because everything else around me always seemed to be falling apart.

It was the night before my birthday, and I was with my friends at Pop’s. I sat on the counter of the diner, Jughead sitting in the chair in front of me with his head laying against my leg. I played with the hair that stuck out of the front of his hat as our friends talked about school and other things. It was late, and I knew that I would have to be getting home soon, so I tapped Jughead’s shoulder. He moved his head and I hopped off the counter, smoothing out the front of my blue dress.

I said goodbye to my friend, giving them each a hug, before Jughead took my hand, leading me out the door. I looked up at my boyfriend, the ends of my lips curling in to a smile. I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked towards my house, happy to be wrapped up in the bliss that was being with Jughead Jones.

But, of course, all good things come to an end, and soon enough I was in front of my house, my body feeling with dread. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to my mother and father have another screaming match, especially the night before my birthday. I gave Jughead a kiss goodnight, after he hugged me tightly and gave me a few words of encouragement.

I unlocked my front door, turning the knob and going inside. It was almost too quiet, the silence crawling up my spine and giving me unfriendly goosebumps. I saw the kitchen light on and headed towards the room, avoiding a picture frame and a vase that were shattered in the hallway and living room. I sucked in a breath, knowing that whatever happened tonight didn’t end well.

I stepped cautiously in to the kitchen, seeing my dad sat at the dining room table. His head was in his hands, his fingers tangled in to his hair.

“Dad?” I spoke softly, and I almost thought he didn’t her me until he raised his head and turned to look at me. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were wet with tears.

“Hey, sweetheart.” My dad sniffled, wiping away the tears that fell down his face and waving me over. I walked slowly to him, sitting down at the table. My dad took my hand, trying his best to smile at me.

“What happened?” I asked him. My dad tensed a bit, looking down at the hardwood table that his arms rested upon.

“Your mother and I got in to a fight tonight. A big one.” He started, stopping to take a deep breath.” And she thinks that things would be better if we were separated for a while.”

I knew that was coming. It had been a long time coming, to be honest. I wasn’t too surprised.

“Ok, where’s mom?” I asked, my head turning to look around the house, as if she would magically appear next to me at any moment.

“She, uh, she left.” My dad gulped, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Where’d she go?” I asked, my heart now breaking.

“I-I don’t know, kiddo, but look.” My dad turned his attention to me, full on.” We’re going to make the best of tomorrow, ok?” I nodded and my dad leaned over, wrapping an arm around me and hugging me.” I’m sorry that she did this, but I promise I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t ruin tomorrow.”

I hugged my dad goodnight, not really in the mood to talk about anything else, and went up to my room. I laid on my bed for a while, not having the emotional energy to do anything else. After a bit, I went and checked on my little sister, and went downstairs to check on my dad. I sighed, seeing him passed out on the couch. I couldn’t be in this house right now. I had to leave for a little bit.

I grabbed my jacket from the hanger by the door, shoving my phone and wallet in the pocket and slipping on my tennis shoes. I quietly opened the door and stepped out, hearing the door click softly. I locked the knob and stepped off my porch, walking down the driveway. I was on my way to Archie’s house, knowing that there was only one person I needed right now more than anything.

When I made it to Archie’s, I pulled out my phone, clicking on Jughead’s contact. I sent him a quick text and waited a few moments before seeing a shadow at Fred Andrew’s door, sneaking out the front door.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead immediately asked, his arms going around me.

“She left, Jughead. She just… left.” I spoke blankly, my chin resting against Jughead’s shoulder. Jughead pulled back, looking at me.

“Who?”

“My mom. She’s gone. She left town. Nobody knows when she’s coming back.” Saying it out loud made the whole situation hit me, and I started crying, sinking in to Jughead’s chest.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Jughead hugged me tightly. I sniffled, staining his jacket with my tears. Jughead’s hands ran up and down my back, calming me as best as he could.

After a few moments when I had stopped crying, Jughead took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. I leaned against his side, the side of my head resting against his bicep. We strolled down our neighborhood in a comfortable silence, and I felt a lot better now that I was with him. Something was bothering me though, and I knew exactly what it was.

I tugged on Jughead’s hand, leading him towards a bench while we passed by the city park. I sat down, Jughead sitting right beside me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Honestly?” Jughead nodded.” I feel terrible.”

Jughead sighed sadly, his face softening at my words. His arm went around me, rubbing my shoulder tenderly. We sat in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke again.

“Are we going to end up like them?” I turned and looked at Jughead, who looked confused.
“Our parents. Are we going to end up like our parents?”

Silence.

Jughead’s hand stopped rubbing my shoulder, falling down my back. He looked away, biting at the inside of his cheek. After a minute, he looked back at me.

“Y/n, we aren’t our parents.”

“That doesn’t mean what happened to them won’t happen to us.” I pointed out, my hand moving away from Jughead’s thigh, where it had previously been resting.

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?” I argued, standing from the bench. I started to pace, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to fight with Jughead, but if I kept this up, that’s where things were going to head.

“Y/n, will you sit down please?” I turned to Jughead who was now standing, hands shoved in his pockets. He nodded his head towards the bench and I complied, walking back toward it and smoothing my dress against my legs as I sat.

“When we first met, we were in kindergarten.” Jughead began, standing in front of me.” You were the first kid to talk to me. All throughout elementary school, you would do nothing but show kindness to me, even though I hardly ever returned it. You never gave up on me, even following in to middle school. I had these walls built so high even at such a young age, but you were the first person to ever get through them. Now I can’t ever seem to imagine living a life without you.” Jughead paused, his hands moving in his pockets.

“I don’t deserve you. I honestly don’t. You keep me going, even when everything else around me feels like its falling apart. Everything I’ve been through, everything we’ve been through, you’ve stayed by my side the entire time.” I saw Jughead’s fist clench in his pocket and he exhaled, the cold air showing his breath flow from between his lips before disappearing.

“I was going to wait until, well, tomorrow to do this, but I think right now is better.” Jughead got down on one knee and my breath hitched in my throat. I felt my heart stop for a second before it began to race.

“I want to make a promise to you. I want to promise you that no matter what happens, I will never leave your side. I want to live my whole entire life with you. When I imagine what my future will be like, all I have to do is look in your eyes. I see you in every part of it. I want that. I want to live with you, I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to fall asleep next to you every night. I want to have kids with you, and grow old with you, and whatever else I do with my life, I just want it to be with you.” Jughead’s hand left his pocket, a small black velvet box now in the palm of his hand.

“I know we’re only kids still, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I am truly, wholeheartedly in love with you, and that I want to share my entire life with you. If there’s only one thing that I can ever call mine in life, I want it to be your heart, and I want you to have mine.” Jughead lifted his other hand, opening the box. Inside was a ring, with a diamond on top, and two tiny round diamonds engraved in to the ring on either side.

“Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“I know we’re young, and we can’t really…get married for another year.” Jughead paused, exhaling quickly through his nose. “But what I’m asking is, when that time comes… Will you marry me?”

By now I had tears flowing down my cheeks, my mouth over my hand and unable to speak, so I furiously nodded my head to say yes. Jughead smiled brightly, taking my left hand in his and sliding the ring on to my finger. Jughead stood from the ground and I jumped up from the bench, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, lifting me and spinning me around once before setting me down and dipping his head down to kiss me.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds”

When we broke apart, my hands went under my eyes, wiping the tears that had been falling down my face.

“Gosh, I probably look like a mess.” I laughed bitterly, and I was betting I was right. I hadn’t taken off my makeup when I left my house, and my hair was up in a messy bun, and there was probably black all under my eyes from my mascara.

Jughead cupped my face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs running against my cheeks.

“You look perfect.” He spoke, so soft that I almost didn’t even hear him, before leaning down and kissing me again.

“When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

Mustn’t Twitch

Stiles x Reader


“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelped when you pointed your finger at your locker, letting it swing open.

“What… oh right, sorry I’m still sleepy.” You yawned, snuggling into Stiles chest when he rolled his eyes and hurried over to help you switch out your books.

“Yeah well just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can start zapping things around!” He muttered, as you slumped against him, almost dropping you when you fell asleep. “How are you so tired?”

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Bat-Aunt: Part 3

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for.

AN: I struggled a bit with this chapter but I love how it turned out!!!

Words: 2320

Part 1, Part 2


You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”

    You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.

    You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”

    “Could be an emergency.”

    You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”

    The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”

    “Secure channel, 6978.”

    It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”

    There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.

    The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”

    “Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”

    You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”

    “Station.”

    You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”

    “What?”

    “I’m coming up there.”

    “I don’t think Batman would like that.”

    You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”

    The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”

    “Good thing you and I know the truth.”

    “See you soon, aunt Y/N.”

    You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.

    Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”

    You nod, “Are you coming?”

    Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.

    It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.

    Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.

    You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.

    You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.

    You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.

    If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.

    Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.

You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”

You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.

Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.

You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.

You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”

The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”

You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”

    When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”

    “And you know that how?”

    That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”

    And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.

    He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”

“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”

You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”

“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”  

You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.

Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.

He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”

You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”

“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”

You pull back, “Exhausted.”

“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.

You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”

Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”

Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”

You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”

You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”

“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”

Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”

Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”

You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”

She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”

You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”

He shoots you a smile before leaving.

You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.

You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”

You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”

He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.

“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”

You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”

“A scary situation.”

“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”

By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”

“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you

up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”

    You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.

    We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”

    Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”

    You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”

    Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.

SOS - phandomlittlepop

Title: SOS

Drabbler: thatsmistertoyou

Beta: larryfravan

Doodler: @firedawnleafpool - art coming this Sunday!

Warnings: Copious amounts of swearing and pancakes

Summary: Dan’s actual job is working at Louise’s diner, but he could make a career out of saving cute dark-haired strangers from dates with assholes.

A/N: Thanks to the ever-wonderful @philslesters for her help with this. It’s about damn time I plucked up the courage to post 1k of fluff. This is my first time doing PLP and it was a lot of fun :)

“I understand why people do it, but the business side just doesn’t work, Phil,” the asshole at table four explains, and Dan’s a bit miffed for having missed that much of the conversation. He has no idea what Jerkface is on about.

“More Coke?” Dan asks Blue Eyes - or Phil, assuming Dingbat has his name right.

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Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

 PART 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now 

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1566

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N  Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…

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Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey could I request a Jughead imagine where the reader gets upset because she doesn’t think she’s smart enough/good enough? Based on the song: Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Warnings: Reader Anxiety, negative self-image

Word Count: 3,449 (promise it’s worth it)

A/N: This wasn’t originally based on a song but I’m obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen so here’s a thing. ALSO I JUST FINISHED EPISODE 11 AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I stand by my ship of Jughead x Happiness bc BOI (this is not based on the episode, so it is spoiler free my babes)

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I walk through the hallway with my head down, and my backpack slamming against me with each step to propel me forward. I don’t talk to anyone except my best friend Betty. Well, okay, she’s not exactly my best friend. Her family is a friend of my family and so in all technicality, she’s the only one I’ve got, ergo my best friend. On particularly not-so-bad days when I mumble to her in the hallway, she’ll be standing next to my long-time crush Jughead, who I would probably never be able to speak to otherwise.

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Baton Date

So this is inspired by @australet789 ‘s awesome fanart. I loved the idea so here’s a oneshot. I hope you’ll like it :D


Marinette wasn’t too sure what to expect of this so called date. It had been a little bit spontaneous. Chat asked her on a sort of friendly but not really date, she accepted with the condition of it being something unexpected and not cliche in any sense of the word. She didn’t expect him to have an idea so fast. It was about midnight the next day when he knocked on her window, asking if she is ready for the date. Marinette raised an eyebrow. It was a Saturday night so she could stay up late and not worry she will oversleep yet again. They landed on a random roof and Marinette looked curiously around.

“Not a romantic candlelight dinner on a rooftop for me?” she asked amused, while turning around and facing Chat.

He smiled. “You said no cliches and I’m a cat of my word. I came with the perfect date idea for a fierce princess such as yourself.”

Marinette looked at him. “So, what’s this date exactly? Taking me to a roof in the middle of the night?”

Chat smirked. “Not at all.” he took his weapon from behind him and extended it. “It is a baton date.”

“A baton date?” Marinette repeated incredulously wondering just what that would be.

“Precisely!” Chat said while leaning on his staff for support. “Remember when I tried to scare you that one time when I visited and you grabbed me and threw me against the wall out of instinct?”

Marinette winced at the memory. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but one does not simply sneak on Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat learned it the hard way. Looking back at him, he waved his hands dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. But it gave me the idea, I should teach you how to use your weapon. You are good without one, so with one, you could be unbeatable.”

Marinette smiled. Setting aside the fact that she knew very well how to use a weapon and already kicked his ass multiple times with or without one, this was really sweet of him to want to teach her. Oh well, it could be fun.

“Teach me then.” she said making Chat’s whole face lit up.

“Alright, firstly, “ he went beside her and held the staff in front of her. “Both hands up or both hands under. A mixed grip is a bad idea in the long run.”

All in all, the baton date was going pretty great if Marinette had to say so herself. She actually took one or two of the suggestions Chat gave her, even if a staff wasn’t her main weapon. This was pretty good training. She was aware Chat was trying to impress her with all his skills and knowledge and while she wasn’t especially impressed (she was a superhero too, after all) Chat was extremely happy with their little lesson, so Marinette kept up the little game. Honest smiles looked good on him. And she would lie if she would say she didn’t like the fond look he was giving her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She was leaning against him at the moment, grip tight on the baton. She glanced up and Chat was giving him one of those looks of his, that made her feel like she was truly precious to him. When he noticed she was looking at him, he moved his gaze, looking forward.

“If you need to push an enemy away, you extend the staff forward.” he instructed, settling his right hand over her and gently guiding it to the buttons of the weapon, making her press the right one.

One hour of staff fighting lessons and Chat finally let go of his staff and put some distance between them. And even though the night wasn’t cold, Marinette missed the warmth of his chest, more than she would like to admit.

“Alright, Princess, ready for a one to one?” Chat questioned moving in a fight stance a few meters away from her. Marinette positioned the staff, ready to defend herself. They danced a little around each other until Chat charged again. Marinette held the staff forward, ready to block him, when he did something unexpected. He grabbed the staff, forcing her to held it above both their heads.

“Not bad, princess,” he said in a breathy tone. They were both sweating and breathing heavily for the constant training in the last hour. Chat leaned forward, nuzzling their noses. “I’m impurressed. Don’t be sorry you can’t win against me from the start, though.” he said with a smirk.

Marinette smirked herself. “Thank you for teaching me, chaton.” she narrowed her eyes. “How shall I thank you?” he was still leaning close and Marinette took advantage of that to bump their noses together.

Chat’s whole confidence seemed to go down the drain. “ No… no, need to er… I.”

“Oh, but I have to thank you somehow,” she said, tilting her head. “You are a wonderful instructor.” she couldn’t hide the smugness as she saw the blush under the line of his mask.

The second when her lips touched his he let go of the staff. Marinette herself let it down, holding it just in her right hand, focusing rather on kissing him. Their breaths were already ragged from training, so she kiss couldn’t last too long. It was sweet, though and both of them found out, they wouldn’t mind repeating the experience.

“I hope that was enough of a reward.” Marinette whispered as they finished the kiss, still leaning close to him. “But there is a thing, minou…” she nuzzled his nose, imitating his earlier move just as she positioned the staff next to his ankles. And in one fast movement, Chat fell on his back.

“I always win.” she declared with a smug smirk as Chat got propped himself on his eyebrows. She swung the staff onto her shoulders, copying a movement she knew he always did when he felt confident.

Looking up at Marinette, holding his weapon, looking as smug as ever and standing victoriously above him as the lights of the city made her blue eyes sparkle, Chat was speechless. Something stirred in his chest and it was a little bit unfamiliar, yet not a bad feeling, it was almost as a wave of warmth took over him. Still, he wasn’t sure what it… oh. OH!

Oh, boy, he was in so much shit.

During The Night || Suga

Father!Yoongi x Wife!reader

Summary: You went out for some coffee with your other mother friends and had small chit chat about your own families. When the topic changed to your own family, you couldn’t help but wonder if your husband Yoongi was actually ever seen alone with your child. Now the more you thought about it the more you realized that you’ve that you’ve never seen Yoongi being all fatherly with your child. Well, at least not during the day. So you decided to stay up at night to see what happens behind your closed eyes.

This is the same story from my Wattpad account but just slightly changed a bit to be a little bit more fitting to Min Yoongi’s nature :3

(y/n) - your name and (d/n) - your daughter’s name

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Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 2,406

Warning: fluff, a whole bunch of fluff to make up for the angst :D

A/N: A better and longer part lol.. sorry the crap that part 7 is. The part where Sebastian and the reader kiss in bed is totally from a Stalia scene. I couldn’t resist! It was so cute! 2 parts left!

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Caramel Kissed- A Submitted Imagine

​A/N: This is an absolute gem that someone had submitted to me earlier today. I hope you all loved it as much as I did!! Thank you so much, anon. It was awesome! 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Remus was once again at his favorite candy store and as soon as him and his parents walked in, the boy went straight to the chocolate aisle. it was the week before Hogwarts and he wanted to stock on his favorite muggle chocolates as well as get some new ones to try. His eyes scanned the bars and he got some of his well known ones, quickly glancing through some he hadn’t seen yet. Some names caught his attention and he selected a few more, being careful not to go overboard otherwise his mother would never allow him to continue with this habit. 

Honestly Lupin was lucky his mom even let him keep such a vast collection of sweets, but who can say no to a boy who studied so hard and asked for nothing else in return? Thank Merlin she never got to know about the trouble he got in with the marauders otherwise he was sure he would never be allowed even a little candy ever again in his life. 

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The Accidental Kiss part 1
  • Riley and Farkle are standing by their lockers.
  • Riley: So, will you help me study for the biology test?
  • Farkle: Sure. When?
  • Riley: Tonight, around 7, at Topanga's.
  • Farkle: Sounds like a plan.
  • Riley: Thanks.
  • Farkle: No problem.
  • The bell rings.
  • Farkle: I have to go. I don't want to be late again.
  • Farkle hugs Riley. Then he gives her a quick peck on the lips and walks to his class. Riley stands there in disbelief. Farkle arrives in his science class and sits down. He takes out his work and then it hits him.
  • Farkle: (screams) What have I done?
  • The whole class stares at him.
  • Meanwhile Riley is still standing in the hallway. The bell rings again. Maya walks up to Riley. She waves her hand in front of her face. Riley doesn't blink.
  • Maya: Honey, what's wrong?
  • Riley snaps out of it.
  • Riley: I think Farkle just kissed me.
  • Maya: You think? You don't know.
  • Riley: It happened so fast. He definitely caught me by surprise.
  • Maya: I know I'm going to regret asking this, but was the kiss good?
  • Riley: (smiles) That's the thing. The kiss was great.
  • Maya: Then, what's the problem?
  • Riley: I don't know where we stand. Was it a one time kiss? Are we dating? Are we friends who kiss? What are we? I want to know.
  • Maya: You and Farkle need to talk about this.
  • Riley: Why is life complicated?
  • Maya: I don't know honey. Let's go to class.
  • They walk to their classroom.
  • Cafeteria.
  • Farkle, Lucas, and Zay are sitting together. Lucas and Zay are talking. Farkle is distracted. Lucas notices.
  • Lucas: What's wrong?
  • Farkle: Nothing.
  • Zay: Something's off. Tell us.
  • Farkle: It's complicated.
  • Meanwhile Riley and Maya walk in the cafeteria. Riley sees Farkle.
  • Maya: Talk to him.
  • Riley: I don't know if I can. Can't I pretend the kiss didn't happen?
  • Maya: No.
  • Riley: You talk to him for me.
  • Maya: No.
  • Riley: I forgot. I have to talk to my dad about history homework.
  • Maya: We have no homework.
  • Riley: It's a different kind of homework.
  • Maya pushes Riley to Farkle's table. Farkle tenses up when he sees Riley.
  • Maya: Look Riley, it's Farkle. Isn't there something you wanted to say to him?
  • Riley nods her head.
  • Maya: Then say it.
  • Riley: (To Farkle) Hi.
  • Farkle: (To Riley) Hi.
  • Riley: (To Lucas) Hi.
  • Lucas: (To Riley) Hi.
  • Riley: (To Zay) Hi.
  • Zay: (To Riley) Hi.
  • Farkle: (To Maya) Hi.
  • Maya: Not doing it.
  • Riley: Gotta go.
  • Riley starts leaving when Maya grabs her.
  • Maya: No. You sit down and talk to Farkle. Lucas, Zay, and I will eat lunch at a different table. I'm watching you two. You are not leaving until you talk about this kiss.
  • Zay: What?
  • Maya: I'll tell you about it later. (Looks at Riley and Farkle) Talk.
  • Maya, Lucas and Zay leave the table. Riley and Farkle stare at each other.
  • Riley: So....
  • Farkle: So...
  • Riley: I have to go to the thing with the thing.
  • Farkle: So do I.
  • Riley: I'm glad we talked.
  • Farkle: Me too.
  • Riley: Bye.
  • Farkle: Bye.
  • They take off.
  • Maya: You got to be kidding me!
  • Lucas: What do we do now?
  • Maya: It's time for us to intervene.
  • Zay: How?
  • Maya: I have a idea.
  • To be continued...
It’s not what it looks like. // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n goes to the bakery to pick up muffins for Shawn but she sees him there with another woman on a date- she confronts the issue

Requested: no


My heart thudded in my chest, my hands trembling, as I watched them walk into the little bakery on main street that made Shawn’s favorite muffins. I was supposed to be at work but I left earlier than usual to go to that same bakery to buy some muffins for Shawn. What I did not expect however, was to see him in the store at the same time as me. Nor was I expecting him to have a girl on his arm.

I felt sick as I neared the small, cozy, bakery, peeking into the windows. I watched them walk up to counter, Shawn’s arm around her shoulders the whole time. She was beautiful. Long, blonde hair that fell in waves down her back and she had an amazing smile. Bitterness flowed through me as I watched that smile appear from something Shawn whispered in her ear.

He kissed her forehead gently, just like he did to me this morning when he told me he was going to be at work all day until 7. He points to the muffins, his favorite blueberry ones, as he orders and then they both go take a seat in the corner, her back to me and Shawn facing me however he never once notices me standing near the window. 

I felt like I was being torn in two as I observed the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with admiration and an emotion so strong it wouldn’t in inaccurate to call it love. I wanted to scream. To storm in there and ask him what the heck he thought he was doing. A 2 year relationship to end like this just because he couldn’t man up and break up with me.

A waitress walks over and sets one muffin and two drinks on the table, Shawn immediately splitting the muffin between them. I had the urge to hit someone when I saw Shawn feed her a piece of muffin. He laughs at something, leaning in and kissing her.

“Do you want to come in deary?” A voice tears me away from my current boyfriend lip locking with another women. I look over my shoulder to see an older lady about to walk into the bakery with her arms carrying bags of food. 

“Oh sorry, yeah, I’m craving one of those blueberry muffins,” I say, my eyes watering slightly and my bottom lip trembles.

Her eyes slide past me to where Shawn still sits with his lady friend. She has seen us enough times from when we used to eat here, to know that something was wrong.

“Come on, the muffin is on the house,” she says gently, moving the bags to one arm and wrapping her right arm around me, rubbing my back.

The bell dings when we walk inside and my hands shake uncontrollably from nerves. The smell of coffee and baked goods engulfs us and I let out a sign, never once looking in their direction.

“I’ll get you that muffin, sweetie- give me a minute. Jenny can you please put one blueberry muffing in the microwave to heat up while I put the bags away?” she asks the younger girl behind the counter.

I finally loose patience and look over to where they sit to see if they’ve noticed the unexpected company. They still look as engaged as each other as before, maybe even more. The blonde holds Shawn’s hand, stroking his thumb softly and he nods at something she’s saying, taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes drift off and lay on me. Shit, I see him mumble and he abruptly stands up.

“Here, sweetie,” The lady hands me a bag holding the warm muffin.

“Thank you so much for this,” I try to say strongly but my voice wavers. 

Her eyes flick to Shawn who I can faintly hear him whispering to her. “He’s not worth it,” she pats my hand and I try to smile when inside I’m barely holding on. 

“Thanks,” I whisper, rushing out the bakery, planning to go straight home.

I’m halfway down the street when I finally hear him calling my name. 

“Y/n wait, please,” Shawn calls and I turn to face him.

“Oh Shawn! Hey, didn’t think you were going to come see me. You know, your girlfriend. Oh wait. Thats not me anymore is it?” I say sarcastically, anger coming off me in waves.

“I swear, it’s not what it looks like,” Shawn says, trying to salvage what ever this relationship was anymore.

“Oh bullshit Shawn! You’ve known it and I- well I defiantly know it now, but our relationship is over. I expect your bags packed and you out of my house by tomorrow morning. Whatever’s left I’m giving to charity or the trash,” I roll my eyes at the hurt look on his face. Oh sure, cheat on me and act like you’re the victim.

“Y/n, please can we try to work this-” Shawn pleads.

“Just stop Shawn,” I cut him off, speaking as calmly as I could. “You’re embarrassing yourself now. Go be with whoever that lady was. I’m letting you go,” I shrug my shoulders, trying my best to keep the tears in.

“But I don’t want you to let me go, I love you!” He begs, grabbing my hand. 

I laugh, “Please. I hope she was worth it,” with that I rip my hand out of his, the hand that held me in his arms just last night and just minutes ago was holding another’s. I turn away, leaving Shawn who desperately calls my name as if that would make me come back. I never once looked back.

Originally posted by thugshawn

ain’t no sunshine

for @timepetalsprompts ‘bed sharing’ trope. originally had a cracky interlude with donna, but sort of got too long (it still exists somewhere, though). fluff. and a little bit of crack and angst. ten x rose reunion fic.

AO3

He came around slowly; blinked a couple of times and attempted to focus on the mild haze of peachy and yellowish pinks in front of him. His head throbbed dully and persistently, inducing the vague feeling of nausea, which ricocheted upwards to his dizzy head. Feeling inexplicably warm and fuzzy, he let his eyes fall closed. When he opened his mouth, what escaped was a somewhat throaty sigh.

Instantaneously, a voice came drifting.

“Doctor?”

(Oh, what a nice voice. What a nice voice.)

“Donna, d’you know.” He slurred, tongue stiff and clammy in his mouth, “You sound JUS’ like Rose.”

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evensbestbuddymikael  asked:

mikki please could you write something about how even told his parents that he and isak decided to live together? ☺️☺️☺️

I’m so sorry this took forever but I had so much fun with this so thank you so much! <3 your prompts are brilliant. Also this got looooong so bare with me haha I hope you enjoy :) <3

Isak could feel it in the bottom of his stomach, the heaviness giving him shivers up and down his spine, his throat dried up and his hands dangled by his sides shaking at the mere thought of what he was about to do.
Yep he was so going to throw up.
Suddenly a hand took one of his own and he felt calmness radiate from the tip of his fingertips until he could finally breathe easily enough to look up at the beautiful face attached to the hand that took away his nerves.
“Hey, it’ll be okay” Even smiled, his fingers squeezing Isaks in a gesture that made his heart squeeze and nearly combust with it.
“How do you know that?” Isak asked sadly his mind thinking of every single way this could possibly go wrong.
“Because stupid…” he leant over to kiss Isaks cheek before whispering in his ear “we’re about to tell my mother that I am finally moving out with the most beautiful person in the world.” He leant back and grinned so bright the world lit up around them “what could possibly go wrong baby?”
A lot of fucking things Isak thought but he tried desperately to shake it away…for Even. He needed to get his shit together and look like a mature adult who is capable of being a supportive and loving partner to Even Bech Næsheim.
He can do this, he can so do this.

Isak couldn’t do it. He felt Evens mother’s eyes piercing into his soul from the moment he walked in the door. She didn’t know yet but she knew. She knew something was up….no idea what it was. But it was something.
They both sat on the couch across from her, Even holding onto Isaks hand obliviously happy and not in the slightest bit worried about how the conversation they are about to have is going to go down.
“Okay Even, what is this about?” her tone contained the volume of a thousand voices, as she suspiciously eyed the boys perched on the couch. Her eyes lingered on Isak most particularly considering, his eyes were darting all over the room in fear, as every muscle in his body visibly tightened.
“Okay mum so…” Even began his voice raining with a strange mixture of excitement and caution.
He was interrupted by the shake of her head “For crying out loud, if I didn’t know any better I would have thought you were pregnant or something!” she shouted. Isak gasped, while Even laughed “Mama! That is impossible!” his laughter had the power of clearing out all the stress in the room as both Isak and Miss Næsheim relaxed at the beautiful sound.
“Well darling, don’t you think you’re underestimating Isak’s abilities there a little?” she replied. Isak choked and nearly fell out of his chair. Thankfully Even was there to hold onto him as he laughed cheerily again and kissed Isak’s cheek. “Good point” he said softly, as Isak sat there looking like a fucking tomato.
Miss Næsheim sighed deeply “Look, you are both stressing me out. Will you just tell me what it is?”
Even turned to look at Isak, everything in his face conveyed how much he loved him, Isak could feel the reassurance that everything will be okay hit him just from looking at Even’s kind beautiful smile. He sat up straight and nodded his consent before Even turned to his mother and said very tactfully.
“I’m moving out!”
Isak resisted face palming in front of him.
Miss Næsheim was a statue.
Isak felt sick again. Fucking hell Even.
Finally she nodded “okay.”
Isak blinked “Okay?”
“Well godammit is someone going to expand this….or do I have to guess like some kind of game show guest?”
Even thought for a moment “Well actually…”
“Nei.” Isak and Even’s mother said fondly at the same time.
Even rolled his eyes “you two are too alike I don’t know what I am getting into.”
“and that is?” mama Næsheim prodded, leaning forward.
Even wrapped his arm around Isak’s shoulders “Isak and I are moving in together.”
“No! Really?” she feigned surprise, whilst rolling her eyes and smiling.
Isak let out an exhale of relief as Even smiled admiringly at his mother.
“So what do you think?” he asked and Isak could feel himself clenching in worry again.
“Well…look don’t be mad at me Even, and I mean it. don’t look at me like that, I mean it. But you both are very young…”
“Exactly! Better now then never.”
She glared. “she does that when she knows I’m winning” he whispered brightly in Isak’s ear.
Isak didn’t think it looked a hell lot like winning but what the fuck did he know?
“You have only known each oth-
“Can’t play that card mum. Look at me. Look how happy I am when was the last time I have been this….stable?”
“Even…”
“AND look you can’t do anything anyway I mean it’s not as if you actually have a say in-“
“Even Jesus Christ I support you!” she shouted exasperated.
Even jerked in surprise “wait…you do?”
She rolled her eyes “of course I do smartass. You don’t think I know when my son has made a shit decision?” she looked at Isak, “this isn’t one.”
Even smiled “thanks mum.”
She waved him off “yeah yeah yeah, whatever, now if you’re going to move out, what do you think about me converting your room into that art studio I’ve always wanted?”


Once they got back to Isak’s apartment Even wrapped his arms around Isak and pulled him close towards him. “Well baby that went a lot better than I thought!”
Isak furrowed his brows “it did?”
Even laughed “oh yeah! I thought it would be a disaster!”
Isak stepped out of his arms with a gasp “you told me I had nothing to worry about!”
Even shrugged “I’m your boyfriend, that’s my job.”
Isak rolled his eyes right before Even brought a smile onto his face with a lift of his eyebrows. He let himself step back and melt into his boyfriends long arms.
“Can you believe we will be together every morning and every night?”
Isak smiled because he couldn’t believe it. Being with Even for at least one night was like a dream. This? This was paradise.

Oh My Baby - II

Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 1426


“Why can’t you take him in?” yelled Chanyeol angrily into his phone. The person on the other line gave the same answer as the last two agencies he’d called.

“Can’t you make an exception?” he begged. Chanyeol waited for their answer, which was a no, before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room into the pile of cushions on his living room couch with a frustrated groan.

Chanyeol rubbed his temples and scrunched his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down. He didn’t understand why none of the adoption agencies would take Eunwoo. They all gave the same answer, “If there’s any possibility that the child is related to you a DNA test must be conducted before we take him in.”

Chanyeol convinced himself that a test was a waste of time. Eunwoo was in no way related to him. For all he knew, the person who dropped Eunwoo off could’ve gotten the wrong address. Chanyeol held his head in his hands as he tried to think of another option, any option at all, that would get this kid out of his life. A month of Eunwoo living in his house was already too much.

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( Inspired by an imagine by fandomoftears I really hope you don’t mind me writing this. It was just such a fun idea! )

Warnings : Balthazar does make a sexual comment. This imagine is kinda lengthy. Sorry, I got carried away.

You didn’t want to go; you weren’t really the religious type, but when a few of the Angels offered to go with you on a trip to visit your old family church, how could you say no? Cas accompanied you in your jeep since he knew you hated driving long distances on your own and the two of you met Gabriel, Balthazar, and Lucifer at you mothers house. It really was the oddest situation. You walked through the door to see your mother fawning over ‘how adorable’ Lucifer was and the angel looked surprised at the attention to say the least. Your mother knew about what you did for a living and she was beyond excited when you told her about the Angels. She insisted on meeting them, so this trip really did work out for everyone.

“Oh, (Y/n), these boys are all just so cute! And they’ve been so well mannered. I can’t really get the littler one to talk though.” She whispered the last part, cutting her eyes towards Lucifer.

“Luce, you feeling alright?” You laughed at him and he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Better now that you’re here, (Y/n).” He soon replied and your mother made a small squealing sound, squeezing your elbow.

“He’s flirting with you, (Y/n).” You mother said excitedly. You rolled your eyes. “So, where is everyone sleeping tonight?” She asked, looking around at the five of you.

“Angels don’t sleep, mom.” You said, laughing a bit as you carried your bags upstairs. The Angels had begun following you closely ever since you walked through the door and your mother was more than amused by it.

“I want to stay where ever (Y/n) is staying. We wouldn’t be sleeping much anyways.” Gabriel winked and you turned around on the top step, quickly punching him in the arm.

“Oh, you kids.” Your mother giggled before walking out the front door.

“Could you be anymore obnoxious?” You snapped at Gabe as you reached your old bedroom, throwing you bag on your bed.

“I could, but you keep me on a leash, doll.” Gabriel threw himself on your bed, bouncing once in the air before settling down on the soft mattress.

“Can you boys imagine how many times a sexually awakened, teenaged (Y/n) has touched herself in this very room.” Balthazar waved his hand around the room for a dramatic effect and you groaned in annoyance. “Oh, stop stressing yourself, love. We’ll be on our best behavior tomorrow morning.” He promised, sitting down in your office chair, spinning himself a bit.

“I hope so.” You mumbled before laying down next to Gabriel. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“We’re just poking fun at you, sweets. Now, you should get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” Gabriel seemed more excited than anyone and you didn’t see why. It was just church.

-

“(Y/n), are you sure this is a good idea? Should I be here?” Lucifer was holding your hand like a lost child and you felt kinda bad for him. “Of course I shouldn’t be here. What kind of question is that?” He was uttering to himself and you stopped, turning around to face him before walking through the church door.

“Listen to me, Luce, you’re fine. No one knows who you are and I want you with me. I need you with me.” You whispered to him. He smiled softly at you before taking in a deep breath and walking through the door with you.

“This is exciting.” Gabriel smirked, flopping down next to Castiel. Your mother was sitting in the front row, but you thought it would be best to keep your little party of angles in the back in case they got too rowdy. You were honestly worried at how happy Gabe was over this. He had to be up to something.

“Gabe,” you sighed, leaning forward so that you could see him past Balthazar. He shot you a wink.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, (Y/n). He won’t do anything out of line while I’m here.” Castiel promised you.

“Thank you, Cas.” You smiled a bit at him before the preacher took the stage.

“Let’s get this party started.” Balthazar said, resting his hand on your thigh. You never really noticed how close you were with all of the Angels until now. It was nice.

-

You were halfway through the service and you could tell the boys were getting antsy. Lucifer had both of his hands wrapped tightly around your right one. Balthazar was tapping your thigh impatiently and snickering quietly to you in between sarcastic remarks. Castiel kept leaning forward to look at you every time the preacher said something he didn’t like. Gabriel was just scaring you now. He was quiet. Too quiet.

You leaned forward to get a peak at him.

“Relax, darling. He knows better than to upset you.” Balthazar whispered to you, but you just couldn’t shake the worry you felt.

“There are signs everywhere of the Lord’s presence.” The preacher was saying. “When you’re in times of-” He fell silent, staring towards the back of the room. You and everyone else turned around to see a flag blowing frantically without a bit of wind in the room. Balthazar placed his head on your shoulder to hide his red face as he tried to hold in his laughter. You glanced at Gabe to see him smirking, at the amazed expressions on everyone’s faces.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, turning back around in your seat.

“God is with us ladies and gentlemen!” The preacher began shouting and the room erupted in applause.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You swore, looking up at Lucifer to see him smirking as well.

“He’s not harming anything, (Y/n).” He chuckled a bit. “If anything, he just gave these people a story to tell.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You sighed, allowing yourself to laugh a bit and settle down in your seat. This actually went pretty well for having four Angels in church.

-

“It was great to see you, (Y/n).” Your mother hugged you tightly before kissing your cheek and turning around to look at the Angels. “Don’t think I don’t know that it was one of you who pulled that flag stunt.” She raised her pointer finger and looked at them sternly before breaking into a smile. “That was the most entertaining service that church has had since (Y/n) switched the piano music with an ACDC song.”

“You did what?!” Gabriel burst into laughter and you giggled a bit. “This whole time you thought that I was going to be the one to start trouble! We should have been keeping an eye on you instead!”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before hugging your mom one last time.

“Don’t be shy, boys! Come back with (Y/n) and see me anytime!” She said as the five of you walked towards your jeep. You all waved your goodbyes as you pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.

“I actually had a lot of fun with you guys this weekend.” You admitted to the Angels, smiling to yourself.

“See? We’re not that bad.” Gabriel poked your cheek before turning up a song on the radio.

“Now we just need to meet your father.” Balthazar added with a devious smirk. Gabriel smirked as well when he saw a look of horror flash across your face.

“That is so not happening.”