ugh shut up all of you

I really hate it when it’s finally fall and all the pumpkin spice flavored stuff comes out and so many people around me are like “ugh, it’s too cold” or “ugh, I want it to be warm so I can wear cute clothes” or “ugh, not everything has to be pumpkin spice”. Like just shut up. You got your season now I’m getting mine. I have to patiently wait for it not be scorching hot (from like March to late October), and for it to get cooler to wear cute clothes (because I like to be covered up like all the time), and I have to wait for my damn pumpkin spice latte while all y'all are having your fun time. So now it’s your turn to wait and be patient, and let me just have my fun. Stop “ugh-ing” and let us enjoy our pumpkin spice everything.

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

Part Two

Applying acephobia to other situations
  • Me: I'm short
  • Person: Oh don't worry, you're just a late bloomer
  • Me: Nah, I'm still short
  • Person: Don't make assumptions! You'll find the right shoes someday
  • Me: Shoes won't change the fact that I'm short
  • Person: Ugh, just shut up already. You have legs, so you can't be short!
  • Me: 🔪
Dialogue at the end of Look What You Made Me Do

“You guys”
“Stop making that surprise face it’s so annoying”
“Yeah you can’t possibly be that surprised all the time”
“Look at that bitch”
“Don’t call me that”
“YALL”
“Oh stop acting like you’re all nice you are so fake”
“Ugh there she goes playing the victim again”
“what are you doing”
“Getting receipts, I gotta edit this later”
“I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative”
“OH SHUT UP”

  • Murdoc: "What are you listening to?"
  • Noodle: "Oh, just some tunes from my new playlist-"
  • Murdoc: "Ah, right, er, is that what all the peeps are into, eh? I think I could get into that, you know, I'm very IN with the kids these days, all those memes and, er-"
  • Noodle: "Murdoc."
  • Murdoc: "Yes, my little emoji?"
  • Noodle: "Shut the fuck up."
let’s hurt tonight

hello, this was loosely based on a request that i will put below, that scene is in here but it’s definitely not the main focus of the one shot, hope you like it!!

anonymous: hiii i was wondering if you could do something where harry is eating you out but your work calls and you have to answer while he keeps going down on you???

Heels in one hand, purse and phone in the other, you skipped down the stairs to where Harry was waiting, hands in his pockets.


He turned at the sound of your bare feet padding on the hardwood and a grin stretched across his face when his eyes landed on you. You still weren’t used to that look; his eyes flaming with desire as they made their way across your body. You would never admit aloud what that look did to you, but you were sure Harry knew anyway.


His eyes slowly made their way back up to yours, but darted traitorously to your mouth, “I like your lipstick.” Was all he said as he admired the redness of your mouth as it stretched into it’s own grin.

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Can aphobes just shut the fuck up about Thomas already? The only reason you guys are trying to pin this man as a pedophile is because he thinks aces and aros belong in the LGBT community. He does not explicitly encourage minors to draw NSFW art of him, he was not aware that the artist was under 18 and has since corrected his behavior. He owned up to his mistakes, so why don’t y'all start doing the same?

does anyone else have sudden urges to reinvent themselves, travel the world, start jogging, learn new languages, learn to cook exotic foods, redecorate, or start journaling? like you’re just sitting there and all of a sudden you want to be able to speak fluent latin or look out over paris from the eiffel tower, or be standing over a shiny metal pot stirring some kind of soup in an apartment that’s perfect for yourself? because i get that a lot.

jack discovers bandom and sort of regrets it...

A sequel-ette to Blue-Eyed Jack. Jack just wants confirmation the song is about him. He doesn’t mean to fall down this particular rabbit hole.


When Bitty & the Biscuits came out with their new single, Jack was one of the first to know.

He wasn’t obsessed with the band, per se, just…enthusiastic. Jack loved country and folk music, grew up listening to his mom’s Johnny Cash and Emmylou Harris albums. His first concert had been Charlie Daniels. His first crush had been Natalie Maines. And a year ago, when he’d stumbled across this little band with a Canadian guitarist and a ridiculously cute lead singer who was openly gay–well, Jack had been sold on the spot.

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Cabins

Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?

Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!” 

Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in. 

Word Count: 1554

“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch. 

“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face. 

It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks. 

So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it. 

“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him. 

It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom. 

You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning. 

“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him. 

“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh. 

“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment. 

“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh. 

“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently. 

“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf. 

You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at. 

You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily. 

Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him. 

But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart. 

“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance. 

“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face. 

“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it. 

After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating. 

You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired. 

“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor. 

“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive. 

You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack. 

“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep. 

He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night. 

“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired. 

“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home. 

“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand. 

“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.” 

Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent. 

After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats. 

He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips. 

“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.”  Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him. 

“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat. 

“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed. 

“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it. 

“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work. 

His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you. 

“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions. 

His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him. 

“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter. 

In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing. 

“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist. 

The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence. 

He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face. 

But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment. 

You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head. 

You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while. 

At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care. 

After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body. 

“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly. 

After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin. 

“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his. 

(a/n) thank you @catastrophesprodigy ! it was a nice imagine to write xx

How Dan and Phil probably broke 93#

Both: *adopts a baby together*

Dan: Aww, she’s so cute! What should we name her?

Phil: Susan.

Wonder Woman - A Mom’s Secret Weapon

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: extreme DADDY! Dean fluff

Word Count: 470 (short and sweet)

A/N: @atc74 says: This looks like a post partum Dean, when Sam makes fun of him for how tired he is for waking up with the baby every night, multiple times so the reader can sleep. Muse do your thing!

So I did SOMETHING, and this is what came of it. It’s set in the world of my Life Unexpected Series BUT can be read in isolation just as easily. Hope you enjoy! This is my last new fic for FLUFF DAY! That’s THREE fics my dudes. Hope you’ve enjoyed today! 

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Heart on the Line (part 8)

Masterlist

You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  


“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1081

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Gemini moon: *extremely talkative*

Gemini moon’s mother: I wonder why you talk so much? I mean don’t get me wrong I love that about you sweetie but my GAWD I’ve always wondered who you get that from? It must be your father he NEVER shut up! No wait, probably your grandmother ugh! That woman always used to go on and on and on into infinity. I can never concentrate! It’s like you open your mouth and all that comes out is incoherent nonsense and it’s so endless I never know when you’re going to stop and I try to talk to you and you’re still going on about lord knows what it sounds like the radio and the tv are on at the same time sweetie maybe tone it down a bit? breathe? I used to think you had asthma with all the talking you did and all the breaths you had to take before you just went on again! Don’t even get my started with how I catch you talking to yourself sometimes–you know what? its definitely from your grandfather, oh boy could that man TALK your ear off and he talked about random things and couldn’t stay on one single topic! it was so confusing to listen to him just like you?? I guess we’ll never know which person your chattiness came from, wow what a mystery!!!

Sleepless nights

As I mentioned in my post for Nursey Week, I’m from New York City, and by that I mean Manhattan. But I go to school in the mountains, where the most noise we hear at night is the occasional truck passing by. What this all means is that I can barely sleep on breaks now, because it’s too noisy and there are always lights shining through the windows. If Nursey lives on the Upper East Side, he doesn’t have the lights problem, but I’m still going to project my exhaustion on him (with some NurseyDex because of course). Here’s to 4 hours of sleep a night.

It’s the first night of summer break and Nursey is in his childhood bed glaring at the ceiling wondering why his mind is refusing to let him sleep. Maybe it’s the incessant honking of taxis, maybe it’s the way the streetlamp shines directly through the slit in the curtains that can never be fully blocked. Maybe it’s the fact that the smell of cigarettes is filling his room from the assholes smoking on the stoop right below his window. Either way, Nursey’s done. He just wants to sleep, damn it. Heaving what he knows is an overly-dramatic sigh, he rolls onto his back and pulls the sheet over his head.

The phone’s light is harsh against Nursey’s eyes, but he squints at it anyway. 4:37 in the fucking morning. Nursey scowls and goes to Snapchat. If he can’t sleep, he might as well see how other people spent their first night of break. Ransom and Holster are unsurprisingly together, at a motel somewhere along the way to Ransom’s house. Bitty’s Snapstory shows a cute fully-stocked kitchen with a cobbler cooling on the counter; the timestamp says 1:12am. Farmer decided to practically livesnap her and Chowder’s trip to California, and the last photo is of Chowder passed out on the seat of a plane, captioned “we literally just boarded.” Shitty sent Nursey a series of videos at 12:43, smoking, ranting about a case he recently read, and telling Nursey to “get a night of some real sleep you fuckin’ beaut.” Nursey scoffs. Sleep. Right.

But then he gets to Dex’s Snapstory and is surprised to see a timestamp of 4:29am against a black background, captioned “it’s too early for this shit.” Nursey switches over to text and types with one eye open, hits send, and promptly drops his phone on his face.

Me: too early for what?

Nursey isn’t expecting Dex to respond, but a few seconds later his phone is buzzing against his nose from where he left it.

Dexyyy: tf are you doing awake Nurse

Me: idk man what are YOU doing awake

Dexyyy: You’re gonna chirp me and it’s too early to be chirped

Me: awww dexy you take away all my fun

Me: pinky promise i won’t

Dexyyy: Ugh fine. It’s the beginning of lobster season. Gotta start waking up before the spirits go to sleep.

Me: damnnn dex, cant catch a break can you

Dexyyyy: You promised

Me: that was hardly a chirp

Dexyyy: Whatever

Dexyyy: So what the fuck are you doing awake

Me: lol

Me: couldn’t sleep. Too many cars, too much light, too many thoughts

Dexyyy: City boy.

Me: is that supposed to be an insult?

Dexyyy: Don’t know. Maybe?

Me: gotta step up your game, poindexter

Dexyyy: Shut up Nurse

Dexyyy: I gotta go

Me: have fun killing innocent life forms

Dexyyy: Fuck off

Dexyyy: Just go the duck to sleep nursey

Dexyyy: *fuck. Ugh.

Me: lolll

Me: yessir

Me: gnight

Dexyyy: sleep well

Me: zzzzz

It’s 4:48 in the morning. Nursey is contemplating just getting up and starting his day. The pre-dawn light is starting to filter into his room through the curtain, casting a hazy rectangle onto the wall. Nursey gazes at it, thinking about how somewhere a few hundred miles away, Dex is preparing to get on his uncle’s boat and spend the morning hours on the water. Nursey wonders if the sun looks different from Dex’s amber eyes than it does from his own grey-green ones. He closes his eyes, thinking about how he and Dex went from nearly killing each other during the seniors’ graduation ceremony, to texting before the sun came up.

When Nursey opens his eyes, six hours have passed. He stumbles out of bed and stretches until his shoulder pops. Glancing at his phone, he sees three texts from Dex: the first two are sent at 6:26 in the morning, and the last at 11:39.

Dexyyy: Don’t tell Jack but I’d almost rather be doing suicides than fucking fishing for lobster. I smell like bait.

Dexyyy: Didn’t realize how used to cushy college life I’d gotten. I’m getting new blisters.

Dexyyy: Are you still asleep

Nursey realizes he’s smiling at his phone. And since it’s the first day of break and he has nothing to do all day, he’s pressing the call button before he can talk himself out of it. Dex picks up on the third ring.

“Dex!”

“Finally get your ass out of bed?”

“You realize that you have to text me every night now? So I can go to sleep? I only was able to sleep because you told me to.”

“Nursey, what the fuck.”

“C’mon man.”

“No.”

And then they’re off, Nursey asking about Dex’s morning and listening to Dex complain about ‘going soft’ during the year while Nursey rolls his eyes and gets dressed, then Dex grouching about how Nursey doesn’t have anything to do for the summer, and an hour later Nursey finds himself booking bus tickets up to Maine while talking about how they’re going to celebrate Chowder’s birthday that year. He pauses just before hitting the ‘book tickets’ button.

“Dex.”

“Yes?”

“Uh. You sure it’s cool if I come up? I mean, like, dude, this isn’t really…”

“What we do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I don’t know. Maybe we should try being friends without Chowder playing middleman.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s chill.”

“Ugh, if say ‘chill’ ONCE I will throw you off a pier.”

“You just want to see me wet.” (Nursey nearly smacks himself for that one.)

“Fuck off, Nurse. We literally see each other soaked in sweat like six days a week.”

“Okay, well, tickets are booked.”

“‘Swawesome. See you in a few days?”

“Yeah man, see you soon.”

And then Nursey is left in a New York City brownstone grinning madly in the middle of his room, thinking how much better this summer has suddenly become.

Numb

It was one of those numb moments where Richie was curled up in a ball on his bed for no particular reason. He could only seem to muster enough energy to watch his ceiling fan, the light bulb uncovered and exposed. The casing had been broken a few months ago when he jumped on his bed with too much excitement. in that moment, the springs had felt joy but now he was just pressed flat against them, still and quiet. His parents hadn’t cared enough to get another case, so now the blades of the fan created flickering headache lights over his wall. He stared at them, subconsciously rubbing the pads of his fingers together so he’d have something to do. 

His mind was going a million miles a minute and sometimes it just ached to try and keep up with it. Sometimes pushing his glasses up and rubbing his face intensely didn’t make the tears stop. If he thought hard enough, he could convince himself that he was no more than a liability to his friends. Someday his motor mouth would run over someone. He’d devastate and destroy them. He could say something too far or maybe he wouldn’t have to at all…..maybe they’d just get bored of him. Sick and tired of him teasing and taunting. His jokes would only fall flat and his tricks wouldn’t work anymore. 

He choked on a sob and had to sit up, like maybe he’d be able to shake the feeling off. He rolled his shoulders back and breathed in but nothing worked.  His stomach twisted in knots as he thought back to the offhand comment that had kicked this whole thing off. 

‘You’re too much to handle. Can you just give me like five minutes to myself? I can’t hear your voice right now or it’ll drive me crazy.’

Richie repeated it in his mothers voice again in his mind. She’d even waved her half empty bottle at him as she spat those words. He wasn’t suppose to but Richie took them right to his heart. He’d just turned out of the room and went right up to his room, heart stinging like a fresh wound. 

He wondered if that’s how everyone saw him. ‘I can’t hear your voice right now or it’ll drive me crazy’ and he didn’t think putting on another voice persona was the solution. He looked towards the phone by his bedside table and bit hard into his lip. Slowly, he reached over and picked it up, putting it under his chin to dial. 

“Hello?” He asked as he heard the other line pick up.

“Richie! Thank god, I would’ve killed to hear your voice right now.” Eddie chuckled on the other end and Richie felt his stomach flutter. 

“Really?” He said with uncharacteristic insecurity. 

“Yes! My moms driving me nuts she’s got it in her head that I caught something from that kid Jimmy in gym and y’know I get it cause that kid’s nasty but- Rich, are you ok?” Eddie stopped as he heard a small sniffle on the other line. 

Richie wiped under his eyes and sighed. “yeah, tell me more about your crazy mom.” He chuckled and felt his heart beat faster as Eddie continued his story. 



“Anyways… I should get back to it…You sure you’re ok Richie?” Eddie asked with overwhelming concern. 

“Yeah, Eds. I’m fine….hey, would you ummm want me to stop doing my voices. Y’know… I know how you hate them and-” Richie twirled the phone cord as Eddie interrupted him instantly. 

“I don’t hate them, where’d you get that idea?” 

“Well, I mean all the ‘shut the fuck up, Richie’s’ don’t boast well” 

“I love your voices you dip. Why do you think we keep you around?” Eddie giggled and Richie smiled. “Honestly, if you can still stand me with all my baggage, I think I can stand you making me laugh all the time.”

Richie almost wanted to vomit because of how giddy he felt. “Thanks, Eds…I-ugh. I needed that.” 

“I’m always here, Rich…Don’t be afraid to call.” Eddie said softly. Richie suddenly didn’t feel so numb anymore. 

Give me long-term relationship level shenanigans where Keith and Lance have been together for years to the point that they’ve lived through the honeymoon phase (which was a lot of Lance mooning and Keith trying hard to not to let that adorable fucking sap make him melt in his goddamn mid-calf boots but failing miserably), the big fights (because sometimes Keith was too cold to feel how desperately Lance wanted to reach out to him, and his knee-jerk reflex was always to push push push everything and everyone away when he didn’t know what else to do, and all Lance wanted was to hold him up out of the carnage as everything fell to pieces around them), the long-distance stretches (Jesus, Lance, the galaxy was only a few quintants away and their lions had basically the best video chat service in the universe), and the real talks™ (“So, I love you, okay?” “Um, okay? I love you…. too?” “What the hell, man? Why is that a question?!” “You asked it as a question first!” “Ugh, shut your quiznak and kiss me, you asshole.” They kissed, then, “You actually did ask it as a question fir–” “Oh, fuck you, Keith.”).

Give me long-term Klance/Laith where Lance will just walk up to Keith reading on the couch and roll into his lap for the idle head massage, and Keith will very considerately wait until Lance wakes up to grumble about the giant drool spot plastering his pant leg to his thigh. Give me Keith getting worked up about something and instead of bottling the frustration up as bruises from the gladiator he rants it out to Lance, who is 100% attentive to what his boyfriend is saying but also manages to clean their room, wash the sinkful of dishes, and alphabetize all of Pidge’s “Learn Altean” book things as Keith sort of trails after him, still flailing wildly in his impassioned tirade. Give me the two of them sitting in silence as they do their respective tasks but also subtly play footsie with their socked feet under the table. Give me Lance trying desperately to stay up until Keith is finished training but ends up sprawling out on the floor and Keith has to half-drag and half-carry him to bed while Lance is sleep-delirious and paying Keith super-sweet compliments on how pretty he is and Keith’s face is a literal tomato. Give me Keith feeling so secure in their relationship that Lance works his charm on everything that moves and Keith just smirks at him knowingly and discreetly slips his hand into Lance’s so their palms are pressed together.

Just… long-term Klance/Laith being perfectly imperfect and still fighting and bickering and shit but also being the kind of tender that comes so naturally they aren’t conscious of doing anything soppy until Hunk or Pidge call them out for being an old married couple (and they think it’d be kinda cute to walk around together as old dudes with matching colour-coordinated canes in similar states of balding despite Lance’s obviously superior and less-wrinkled skin).