This is very long-winded, but - Today I had to take my dogs to the vet for a booster shot, and I had to take a cab home. The cab driver looked strikingly like Michael everywhere but the face, he had a similar skin tone, the curly, styled-up hair, and even a red hoodie. He was also very animated and excited, and was blasting the music and taking pictures of himself with my dogs, so ANYWAYS - cab driver au: Jeremy has a pupper and Michael loves dogs
personally I am terrified of talking to strangers so any time I have to take a cab is Instant Death for me so let’s put jeremy in my shoes!! jeremy with Extreme Social Anxiety who hates taking cabs with the passion of a thousand suns but desperately needs to take his sweet, angelic border collie to the vet across town and he doesn’t have a car, so he requests an uber and makes sure to ask if pets are okay. his driver–michael, the app shows–is totally fine with it.
what the app didn’t show jeremy is that michael is hot as fuck. what is a god like this driving for uber?? how is jeremy supposed to survive a thirty-five minute drive in an enclosed space with somebody that beautiful??
michael, who does not seem to notice that all of jeremy’s higher functioning has ceased entirely, is absolutely smitten with clyde (“oh my god, a border collie, I love border collies!”). jeremy is simultaneously relieved and jealous that michael is so focused on clyde that he doesn’t notice jeremy’s drooling at all.
jeremy hates talking to strangers, but michael is weirdly easy to talk to. once jeremy gets over how goddamn attractive michael is, it’s hard to feel nervous about this friendly, animated guy who’s spending every red light glancing back at clyde and cooing. michael does most of the talking, which helps, and only asks jeremy the occasional question. midway through the drive, he asks for clyde’s name.
“clyde,” jeremy says. “it’s a pac-man reference.”
michael blinks, staring at jeremy through the rearview mirror like he’s just seeing jeremy for the first time.
jeremy, meanwhile, doesn’t notice. “the light is green now.”
michael’s attention snaps back to the road. “right.”
after a moment of silence, michael says, “I totally would’ve gone for ‘blinky.’”
“god, don’t even start. I keep telling myself I can’t adopt three more dogs just to name them as a set.” jeremy hasn’t laughed during a conversation with a stranger before. not a real laugh, relaxed and happy. but he’s so delighted by the turn this conversation has taken that he can’t help himself. he doesn’t notice michael’s eyes going wide and starstruck in the mirror.
they talk about retro games and potential dog names for the rest of the ride. too soon, michael is pulling up in front of the vet.
“hey, can I take a picture with clyde?” michael asks.
“sure,” jeremy says, and watches michael excitedly take half a dozen selfies with clyde, who seems to be enjoying all the attention.
jeremy is wistfully wishing he could receive some of michael’s attention too when michael clears his throat, the tips of his ears and cheeks a fiery red, and asks, “and, uh, can I give you my number?”
“oh my god,” jeremy squeaks. “yeah.” he fumbles his phone out of his pocket and decides that uber is the best thing that happened to the 21st century.
(ironically, he never needs to ride an uber again because michael signs up to be his driver for the rest of his life.)
Hey! I love your headcanons so much I've read all of them and giggled like a blushing mess. Though, hear me out. Iwaizumi and Oikawa in Shiratorizawa.
Thank you so much anon!! I am happy you like them (๑´ㅂ`๑)
Now for Iwaizumi and Oikawa in Shiratorizawa, oh my god, please beware of all the super childish silliness.
Shiratorizawa IwaOi AU
Ushi: “Oikawa, so you’ve come to Shira-” Oiks: “I will stop you right there. I’d only admit it being a poor judgment on money.” Ushi: “I am sorry. What?” Iwa: “He means sport scholarships.”
Oikawa vows to show Shiratorizawa the virtue of calculated attack.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa have problem being outwardly nice to Ushijima at first.
Oikawa goes further to being extremely nice to all the other members in the team. (Iwaizumi doesn’t encourage him but doesn’t stop him, either.)
The first time Ushijima compliments Iwaizumi’s spike, Iwaizumi’s knee-jerk reaction is to pinch Oikawa, who happens to be right next to him, right in his waist. (“Ouch- Iwa-chan!” “It hurt?” “It hurt!” “Then I am not hallucinating?”)
On their weekly meeting of New Shiratorizawa Formation Workshop (“And NSFW for short!” “What do you want to achieve here, shittykawa? Having Ushiwaka killed?” “No! …Not until I come up with a perfect plan that guarantees to get us out of it.”), they begrudgingly come to the conclusion of making an effort to at least be nice to Ushijima. (“For the team?” “For the team.”)
They janken for it and Iwaizumi lost.
Iwaizumi approaches Ushijima the next practice: Iwa: “So, Ushiwa- Ushijima… do you want to… practice together?” Ushi: “Sure, you want to practice receive? I saw you practicing receive with Oiwaka’s serves earlier.” Iwa: “Uh… okay.” Ushi: “Do you need me to hold back at first?” Iwa & Oiks: “WHAT!?” Ushi: “Spikes are different from serves. It’s distinctly stronger.” Iwa: *Hold back a fuming Oikawa from attacking Ushijima* “Let me take this challenge. And bring all you have, Ushijima.”
(Oikawa masters his killer serve in their second year in Shiratorizawa and Iwaizumi somehow becomes the best player at receive in the team while playing as a wing-spiker.)
Ironically (to Iwaizumi and Oikawa), Ushijima becomes their closest friend among the other team members. (Iwaizumi relents first because of Ushijima’s baking skill.)
Oikawa likes to provoke Shirabu as much as possible because of the younger setter’s stubborn belief on the traditional playing style of Shiratorizawa.
Sometimes it backfires: Shira: “Oikawa-san, you should learn to rely on your ace more.” Oiks: “I always do. I have full faith in Iwa-chan.” Shira: “I didn’t mean Iwaizumi-san. I meant Ushijima-san.” Oiks: “Listen kid, take Ushiwaka as your ace all you want. But my ace would always be Iwa-chan and Iwa-chan only.”
(Off-scene with an uninterested Tendou and a confused Ushijima: Ushi: “Do you know what they are talking about?” Tendou: “Isn’t it obvious? Oikawa is declaring his love for Iwaizumi.”
*After practice* Ushi: “Iwaizumi, Oikawa says he loves you.” Iwa: “W-what did you say? He- Oikawa, he told you that?” Ushi: “He announced to the entire team today.”)
(Iwaizumi and Oikawa may or may not end up together because of Ushijima Wakatoshi.)
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
In the seventeen years you had been alive, there was only time where you felt at peace. One time you felt truly, truly happy. That moment was fourteen months ago. In your bed. Lying next to Kevin.
Kevin brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you snuggled into the warmth of the bed, looking up at him. The two of you just stared at each other, as if you were trying to memorize every detail of the other.
“Do you really have to go?” you nearly whispered, breaking the silence.
Kevin smiled sadly.
“What do you think?” he asked back.
You snorted softly, cupping Kevin’s cheek with your palm.
“I just… I love you, Kevin.” you said.
Kevin smiled softly.
“I love you too, Y/N.” he said.
You smiled and they both leaned in to meet each other with a passionate kiss. You pulled away and felt your eyelids start to droop. Kevin chuckled.
“Trying to stay up? After…” he trailed off, smirking at you.
You chuckled, blushing slightly as you remembered what the two of you finally did fifteen minutes ago.
“I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.” you answered truthfully.
Kevin placed another soft kiss on your lips again.
“Come here,” he said, holding the covers up slightly.
You moved closer to him and turned around, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s bare chest.
“I’ll always be here, okay? Even when you can’t see me,” he said.
You felt tears in your eyes but blinked them away. Tears could come later. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed your shoulder lightly.
“Close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake.” he whispered and you nodded, quickly drifting off, Kevin’s warm arms around you.
The cold bed was what woke you eight hours later.
“What are you thinking about?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
The school day had ended and the two of you were now walking to Pop’s. Jughead had offered to buy you a milkshake and you couldn’t refuse. A Winchester and free food? Come on.
“You seemed pretty deep in thought there for a minute.” the raven-haired teen said.
“Oh,” you said, letting out a forced chuckle. “Just some stuff on my mind, that’s all.”
That wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jughead asked.
You shook your head.
“Not particularly.” you said.
Jughead nodded and dropped the subject, the two of you entering a surprisingly comfortable silence as you finished the walk to Pop’s. You walked into the diner and took your seat at one of the booths as Jughead placed your order. He soon joined you and the two of you got into a heavy debate about 70s and 80s bands.
“Nuh uh!” you cut in. “Zeppelin wins every time! Don’t you remember “Stairway to Heaven?” Talk about iconic songs.”
“How about Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” huh? Or even—”
“Jughead!” a voice called from behind you.
You turned around to see the very nicely dressed black-haired teen from earlier at lunch making her way over to the two of you, the jock and the blonde girl following her.
Jughead gave you an apologetic expression before looking back up at the “fancy” teen.
“Veronica.” he acknowledged.
The girl, Veronica apparently, looked at you and smiled widely.
“Hey!” she greeted. “Got room for three more of us?”
Jughead turned his gaze back to you, ready for you to instantly say “no.”
But you didn’t.
You looked back to Veronica with a genuine smile on your face.
“Sure, why not?” you asked as you scooted over.
Veronica beamed as she took a seat next to you, Jughead looking at you with surprise. He had expected you to boot her out of there. The other two teens that were with Veronica squished in next to Jughead, forcing him to the corner of the booth.
“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica said, holding her hand out for you.
“Y/N Winchester.” you said as you took it, shaking it.
You turned to the jock who called himself “Archie Andrews” and the blonde who called herself “Betty Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you guys.” you said.
“Nice to meet you.”
Veronica looked back and forth between you and Jughead.
“So…” she began. “What were you guys talking about?”
And the game was afoot! Well… the debate was. Although this time, Jughead was outnumbered. Betty and Veronica had taken your side in the musical argument while Archie had taken Jughead’s. After listing countless songs and albums, you looked outside only to see it was dark. Your eyes widened as you realized you had been at the diner for hours.
“Oh, son of a bitch,” you cursed. “I need to get home. My brothers are—”
The front door swinging open abruptly interrupted you, making you quickly turn around. You sighed in relief once you realized it wasn’t Sam or Dean, but rather Castiel. Castiel quickly scanned the diner before his eyes met yours and he began to walk over to you.
“Damn.” you muttered as you faced forward again.
“What?” Veronica asked. “What’s—”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Castiel asked you as he reached the booth, unintentionally making the other teens jump.
You sighed as you pushed your hair back.
“No,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t. I was talking with my friends. Just got carried away.”
The Core Four (except Veronica who was positively radiating) smiled softly at you calling them your “friends.” Castiel sighed.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said to the other teens, his annoyed tone changing to apologetic. “But Y/N’s brothers want her home.”
“Yeah, of course.” Veronica said as she slid out of the booth so you could get out.
You waved goodbye to everyone, but your gaze lingered on Jughead just a moment longer.
“See you guys at school,” you said. “And Jug? Thanks for the milkshake. See you in English?” you asked.
You smiled at his words before you followed Castiel out of the diner, the two of you walking in silence. After a few minutes, the angel spoke.
“I-I truly am sorry for disrupting time with your new friends, Y/N.” he apologized.
You gave a small smile to the angel.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I understand.”
“It’s Sam and Dean. They were just afraid that you…” he trailed off.
You finished his thought in your head anyway.
They were afraid that you ran away again.
“I get it,” you said before stopping. “And Castiel?”
The angel stopped as well, turning towards you.
“I-I never thanked you for what you did for me. For sticking by my side for the last year. For being there. Just… thank you.”
Castiel’s expression softened.
“It’s… no problem.” he managed to say.
You nodded and the two of you continued the walk back to the motel in comfortable silence.
“Castiel,” you called as you looked up, your voice shaky.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to keep your trembling hands steady. You sat on the side of your bed, unable to stand, your leg involuntarily bouncing up and down.
“I need you to help me.”
A beat of silence. Then you heard the sound of wings rustling.
“What is it?” the familiar gravelly voice asked, appearing in front of you.
You quickly got up, opening your mouth only to have no sound come out.
“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” the angel asked.
You shook your head.
“Cas, I need you to do something for me,” you began. “But you need to swear not to tell Sam or Dean. No matter what the outcome.”
“Y/N, of course, what—”
“No, I need to hear you say it. That you promise not to tell them, Castiel. Please. They can’t know.” you begged.
Castiel nodded, looking at you with concern.
“I promise,” he said. “What can I do?”
You took a deep breath, looking down.
“Okay. I… Um…” you began. “I-I need you to get me a pregnancy test.”
A/N: Y’ALL KNOW HOW I LOVE MY KIDFICS. ;) Hope you enjoyed! Send me feedback!
”Hey,“ she whispered, surprised by the sound of her own voice. "Hey Lizzie,” he echoed, and she slightly bit the inside of her cheek at her nickname, “London suits you well apparently. You look –gorgeous.” Instinctively, she touched her freshly accepted engagement ring, the metal turning cold around her finger. She twirled it, toyed with it, the diamond all of sudden alien and heavy. 5 years since their last conversation at Heathrow and here they were again, in London, both working in that financial field they had coveted and finally reached. “Thanks. And you Henry, you look–” ‘Handsome’ was the word crossing her mind. Years enduring the Wales’ weather improved again his presence. He became a charismatic man. “–you look good as well.” His lips smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats by the way. When is it planned for?” “What are -Oh, we -we haven’t set a date yet.” His wistful smile, again. “Really? I couldn’t be that patient…”
Okay, I’m hoping for some big battle against the Court of Owls at the end of the season that everyone gets involved in
And it’ll mean Eddie and Ozzie calling a temporary truce to their personal antagonism in order to survive the onslaught of Court assassins being sent after them (or whatever)
Then, during an ‘eye of the storm’ moment when they are hiding and unsure of their survival, they should take the time for a bit of emotional honesty. Which will be all serious and stuff - Eddie confessing he is glad Oswald survived and he is sorry he tried to kill him and Ozzie was right about them needing each other and stuff. And Ozzie would confess he still loves Ed and all that jazz
But MOST IMPORTANTLY it would include something like -
OSWALD [soft, genuine]: I’m sorry I killed Isabella.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski (mentioned) Characters: Michael Mell, Jeremy Heere, Rich Goranski, Jake Dillinger, Christine Canigula, Chloe Valentine, The Squip (Be More Chill) Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Marriage Proposal, 5+1 Things, well kind of, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Well not a lot, just some, i really kind tag, My First Fanfic, so please be gentle, My First Smut, im a smoll child Summary:
Michael nuzzled into Jeremy’s chest and Jeremy moved a piece of Michael’s brown hair out of his face. Michael groaned and looked up at Jeremy. “Hey,” Michael murmured, smiling softly. Jeremy returned the smile. “Hey,” he whispered, holding him closer. Michael’s face was still red and Jeremy could see the hickeys he made last night on Michael’s neck. He gave Jeremy a look filled with so much love and support that Jeremy fell in love all over again. Marry me, Jeremy thought and had to bite his tongue to stop the words. Fuck.