ugh spend like two hours coloring this just to give up at the end

Saudade: Ch1

Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.

“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.

“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.

“You sure?” he inquired.

“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”

“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”

“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”

“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.

A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.

“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”

“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.

“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”

“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.

Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.

“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”

“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”

“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”

“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.

“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”

“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.

Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”

“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”

“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”

“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you widened your eyes.

“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”

“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”

“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”

“Surprise,” he laughed.

“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.

“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”

It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.

“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.

“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”

“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”

“When are you leaving?” you asked.

“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”

“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”

“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.

“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”

“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”

“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gave a small smile.  “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”

“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”

“Definitely,” you whispered.

Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.

“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.

“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.

Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.

He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

anonymous asked:

hc's for the paladins most memorable/passionate kiss with their s/o? when did it happen? why did it happen? how was it? how did it feel??? i must know!!! (i super love love LOVE your writing btw)

Ugh this question is an attempt on my life I swear. But thank you none the less! I am but your guys humble servant~

Shiro

-It happened at night, out on a balcony with a million stars shining over head

-He had bought tickets to a swanky gala, wanting to take s/o on a romantic night out complete with dancing and getting all gussied up

-They were the best looking couple there, they had a real cinderella moment with all eyes on them as they practically floated along the dance floor

-They step outside for a breather and they are standing so close and he can count all of their eyelashes and see the moon reflected in their eyes and hes breathless and the only thing he can say is “I love you”

-Its the first time he has said it and s/o is glowing and Shiro is tingling all over and he just goes in for the kiss without another thought and its all perfect

Keith

-He didn’t even know it was going to happen, it was a spontaneous wonderful moment fueled by adrenaline 

-Keith had been training with s/o, they had been begging him for the longest time but he was hesitant cause he didn’t want them to throw themselves into battle but well maybe it was better if they were able to protect themselves

-It was a long road to getting them to his standards, a lot of sweat, tears and bruises. The ultimate goal for s/o was to be able to take him down just once

-Then one day, ONE DAY, all those hours of frustration come to a boiling point and its like the heavens opened up and they saw an opening in his stance. They didn’t think twice as they took the chance and Keith suddenly found himself flat on his back

-At first s/o thinks that he is going to be angry or at the very least come back twice at hard but instead they find him laughing. Hes grinning and before they can begin to question his sanity he pulls them in for a kiss. Its short but sweet and filled with this admiration that can’t be described in any words

Pidge

-She isn’t one for casual pda so her most memorable kiss was definetly her first kiss

-She had been trying to avoid thinking about it the entire night, she had been the one to suggest going out on a real proper date and she knew that a kiss was almost inevitable but it still made her nervous

-To try and combat these nerves she tried to plan a night full of activities, a whole tour of interesting sights on a nearby planet. They actually had a lot of fun acting like completely unapologetic tourists and for awhile Pidge was able to relax

-It was so much different spending time with s/o one on one that Pidge finally actually felt like this was a real relationship and it made her chest feel tight but in a good way and she couldn’t stop smiling

-Just as the last of the suns were going down and they were enjoying food they could actually stomach on the roof of the tallest building watching all the colors melt into each other she finally did it. She leaned in and kissed s/o

-It was soft and not super involved, nothing more than a crashing of lips against each other for a few seconds but it was what really stands out in each of their minds as the moment they became a real couple

Lance

-He can probably remember each and every kiss hes had with s/o cause this boy is secretly a huge sweetheart. He is also very cheesey and has an anniversary for every small accomplishment in their relationship

-Except being a doofus he forgets his biggest anniversary, the one where they actually started dating. So he thinks that s/o is just being cute and romantic with the blanket fort and movie night. Completely oblivious to what significance this date has

-Then as s/o is stroking his hair and feeding him popcorn, making him feel pampered and loved, they ask him if this has been a good one year anniversary date and he is FREAKING OUT because how could he FORGET hes a terrible BOYFRIEND 

-He starts to promise them the entire god damn world in order to apologize. He offers to arrange the stars to spell out their names in the sky together and shut up he has a magic mechanical lion he totally can s/o just give him a chance

-S/o is just laughing so hard and its contagious and Lance realizes just how ridiculous he is actually sounding. He laughs with them and they are both in tears and cuddling and then he doesn’t realize it but they are suddenly kissing and s/o is just so warm and happy with him that it amazes him. He wants to make sure to make them this happy forever

Hunk

-He totally planned the perfect night, he wanted to do something special for s/o and wanted to make it super rememorable for both of them. Not for any special occasion but just because he thought that they deserved to be swept off their feet

-And it certainly was a night to remember but mostly because everything he tried to do just ended up in total disaster. A real infamous day for the history books of their relationship
-He burned the dinner, the fancy jewelry he meant to place on the dessert plate actually got baked into the cake which ended up on his plate and made him break a tooth, he grabbed the wrong candles meaning the nice vanilla scented ones were instead Pidge’s prank candles that acted as screaming sparklers that couldnt be put out and his nice clothes got shrunk in the washer so he was left trying to squeeze in a shirt two sizes too small

-Hes so embarrassed and sulking, he just wanted this one night to be perfect and he thought he was romantic but it turns out hes nothing but a screw up. He is hiding in the kitchen, spread out on the floor and looking up at the ceiling wondering how he ever thought he could pull this off

-S/o joins him on the floor with a pint of ice cream, massaging his head and trying to talk him out of this because they still managed to have fun and the thought it what counts ect ect but Hunk is being stubborn and while he accepts the ice cream still wishes he had managed to make things special

-It is then that s/o informs him that any moment that they get to spend with him is so much more special that he could ever know. The sunshine boy is flustered and hearts are floating around his head and he can’t stop himself from pulling s/o on top of him and kissing them cause those words meant more to him than they would ever know  

When they find out their s/o is great at baking

Originally posted by iyeolie

Suho:

Finding out you can bake is such a pleasant surprise for him.  He already thinks you’re amazing, but now he has one more reason to adore you.  I see Junmyeon being the type to not have a crazy sweet tooth, but at the same time knows how to appreciate a well crafted baked good.  Maybe you were just in the mood to bake that day and made entirely too much (which is always my problem tbh).  You didn’t know what to do with all the extra brownies so you took them over to the dorm for the guys to (hopefully) share.  He’d probably be somewhere in the back rooms, but the second he hears Chanyeol screaming ‘OMG I LOVE YOU’ he’s going to come investigate just what the hell the giant is up to.  When he the children with the brownies, two thing are going to go through his mind: 1. Oh shit the sugar rush these kids are going to have and 2. Just where the hell did these even come from?  Of course, then there’s you offering him a brownie, too, and he’ll take a bite and FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN.   “You made these, jagiyah?” “Yup!” “Ugh, these are so gooood~!” (cue happy groaning)

Originally posted by xiundeer

Xiumin:

He’s someone who probably would enjoy a good pastry.  He’s definitely health conscious but we all know he likes his treats.  He would have called you one day to see what you were up to, wanting to take you out and spend time together, when you tell him you can’t go out.  Your mother’s birthday is the following day and you are busy in the kitchen making her cake.  I think he would pause for a second, the little dots popping up over his head (…) and then he’d break out into a grin! He’d ask if he could help you and most likely the two of you would spend the majority of the day baking away (and making a mess just so you can see him go into super cleaning mode).  By the time you both are done you’ve managed to make a three tier cake with fondant icing, little hearts and flowers decorated haphazardly all over it.  Honestly, you two giggle about how cheesy it looks, but secretly you know your mother will love it.  There was even enough batter left over for cupcakes!  He wouldn’t really question that you’re a baker, he would just enjoy the benefits of such a talent.   However, now that he knows you like to bake expect a lot of baking dates.  Why buy pastries when you can have them freshly baked with your own ingredients?  “We have to do this more often, jagi.  This was really fun!  Plus, look at all the goodies we have left over!”

Originally posted by wonhae-manhi-manhi

Lay:

Cheeky bub.  You wouldn’t expect it from him, but he’s going to take full advantage of your baking skills.  He strikes me as someone who has a sweet tooth.  He’ll be the one who begs for your baking when he’s sad or upset or stressed or frustrated or had a shit week or he misses you or generally just anything.  Also beware of allowing him in the kitchen with you while you’re baking.  The cookies will slowly start to disappear one by one, but he’ll give you one of those dimpled smiles and tell you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.  Cheeky, cheeky, I’m telling you.  It all started rather innocently, too.  You sent him cookies while he was away in China as a ‘keep your spirits up’ sort of thing, but that turned into an hour long facetime/skype/etc where he grilled you about why your cookies are so delicious!  He’ll be adamant that there’s magic in there cuz ‘there’s no way these cookies can be this soft and moist and yummy after being mailed’.  Nope no way.  He’ll buy you cute little aprons, probably any appliance you want (or didn’t ask for but he bought it anyway).  Yixing is a dotting guy in general, so just expect a lot of him supporting you in this hobby.  It’s not just because he wants more delicious treats, but because he realizes how much you really like to bake.  He just wants you to be happy.  “Baobei, this cobbler is the best!  Can you make me one for my birthday?” “Of course!” “That I don’t have to share?” “…” (cue cheeky, dimpled grin)  

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Girl Meets Awkward Moment

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: Could you plz plz plz write a one shot where Maya is wearing Josh’s shirt or something and it’s completely innocent but The adults see it and they think that Maya and Josh slept together and coz of this they both are embarrassed and blushing.

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Maya Hart walked into the Intro to Art classroom, feeling both nervous and excited.  When  her art teacher, Mr. Jackson, mentioned that some local universities were reserving spots in some of their entry level classes for high school juniors as part of a special program to promote post-secondary education, she jumped at the opportunity.  A couple different schools offered art classes, but of course Maya picked New York University.  Not just because a certain someone was a junior there, but because NYU was a great school for studying art and where she planned on applying next year.  Luckily, the art teacher at the university liked the piece she submitted and picked her right back.  It was like it was meant to be.

Maya glanced around the room that smelled like paint and clay and watched other students file in. They seemed to be picking seats at random and sitting down, so Maya shrugged and sat down in front of  the nearest wooden easel in the middle of the room. She smiled as she traced her hand along the oak edges of the easel and smoothed out the large white canvas staring back at her, then Maya began to reorganize the paints that sat along the easel’s ledge, undoing the ROYGBIV color palate it was preset in.  She was moving the yellow to the far end when a voice interrupted her.

“Maya?” Questioned an all too familiar voice.

Despite the familiarity of the voice, Maya was still shocked to hear it. Obviously, she knew he went to this university, but she never thought she’d actually see him, especially in Intro to Art.  So, turning her head in surprise, she simply and automatically repeated his sentiment.

“Josh?”  She queried then added, “What are you doing here?”

He gave her one of his boyish grins then replied, “It’s my university.  What are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” Maya retorted cheekily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I have to take a certain number of art credits to graduate.  I’m not much of an artist, but I already took Intro to Music, and this sounded less painful than Intro to Theatre.” Josh explained, half-serious, half-joking.

“So, basically, you picked the lesser of two evils.”  Maya responded.

“Pretty much.” Josh nodded, putting his hands inside his jean pockets.  "Your turn. How did you wind up in this class?“

Maya quickly told him all about the program that her art teacher recommended and how she was accepted. Josh couldn’t help but smile at how she beamed with pride and talked with such enthusiasm.

"Well, congratulations. I’m really happy for you.” Josh answered truthfully.

Maya smiled back, but before she could respond, the teacher burst through the door.  She was a tall, skinny woman with short, gray hair that poofed out from her purple headband.  The professor, who had to at least be in her sixties, called out to the class, “Sorry, I’m late! Please, take your seats, take your seats.”

Maya noticed the professor was wearing jeans and combat boots with her purple blouse.  She smirked, immediately liking the woman. Maya couldn’t wait to learn from her. Unfortunately, her smile didn’t last long after hearing the chirp of another female voice.

“Hey, Josh, over here!” Called a pretty brunette from two rows up.  Her hair was long, straight and absolutely perfect just like her outfit, which consisted of a sweater and mini-skirt.  Maya thought the skirt was a weird choice for January, but it looked cute nonetheless, and the pale pink of her sweater looked great against her mocha colored skin tone.  "I saved you a seat.“  She finished, patting the stool beside her.

Maya suddenly felt deflated. She was officially jealous of mystery girl’s style, beauty, and access to Joshua Matthews.  By the way she was talking to him, they clearly knew each other. Who knew how many classes they had had together before or even had together now or maybe… maybe they knew each other outside of class.  Ugh… that was something Maya really didn’t want to think about.  She wasn’t stupid, Maya new that he probably hung out with college girls, that there were tons of them that paid him lots of attention. She just hated being reminded of that fact, and now Maya got to be reminded of it every Thursday for two whole hours.

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As the Radio Plays

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Today is the biggest day of your life. You walk towards your forever and always, the love of your life waiting for you to take his hand.

Warnings: Just cursing, really.

Word Count: 3,879(For fuck’s sake, Cass. Get a grip.)

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’M SORRY. No one asked for this shit, idk. I also love you all so, so much. Especially Becca (but y'all already knew that, right?) because she is my favorite and she helps me and lets me ramble at her anD IF YOU’RE NOT FOLLOWING HER, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?? SHE IS A LEGEND. HER WRITING HAS MURDERED ME. I AM POSTING THIS FROM THE GRAVE.

Something old.

Kenny Lattimore’s “For You” played softly in the background as your fingertips traced over the silver chain of the locket that was clasped around your neck, the pendant hanging midway down your chest.

It was an old family heirloom, something you’d inherited from your grandmother when you sat with her moments prior to her last breath. Despite the severity of her dementia, she had never once forgotten your existence, always asking for you in the middle of the night, talking about you to anyone that’d listen, buying you random things (she once bought you a winter coat in the middle of July because you’d mentioned that you were chilly while eating ice cream in a fully air conditioned room a couple days before) to keep you happy. It was only right to wear this keepsake, especially on this day. Inside the locket was a picture of her and your grandfather, both of whom had left this realm not too long ago.

Lin was with you when you got the phone call. Both of you were lounging comfortably on the couch one late night on a Saturday, TV remote in his hand, his arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, your legs stretched across his lap, and your head nestled into his neck. The chirping of your dinky flip phone echoed throughout the apartment both of you shared, and you got up to answer it.

He was at your side when your voice cracked as you spoke with your mom on the other line, a look of worry on his face as he rubbed your back in a desperate attempt to soothe your muffled cries. Left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand never let go of yours as the two of you trekked through two and a half hours of weekend city traffic from Connecticut where both of you were sophomores in college. He pulled up a chair to sit next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling apart as you held onto your grandmother’s hand. He was your rock during the funeral, despite his constant need for tissues too. His tears fell just as hard as yours did on nights when you wanted her back. Your tears stained all of his shirts and sweaters because he just wouldn’t let you mourn alone.

Your grandmother was just as much his as she was yours, especially since the two of you were highschool sweethearts.

You knew Lin would smile the second he saw the locket.

Something new.

Looking at the ground, you caught a glimpse of your shoes. You marveled them, admiring the white lace that covered the blue suede surface. Cute, chic, and comfortable. You were convinced you hit the trifecta, especially considering the trouble you went through to find them.

After spending countless hours looking for the perfect pair, you were practically ready to give up. With desperation at its peak, you were already willing to wear a pair of Converse at this point because you were just too picky of a person to actually find something you liked.

You called Lin as you wandered the mall aimlessly, frustration causing smoke to come out of your ears, ranting about how every store was stupid because they either had pairs you liked but none in your size or they had your size in every shoe, but they were all hideous.

“I mean, they’re just gonna come right off at the end of it anyway,” he said over the phone, snickering a little.

Part of you wanted to yell at him, but you knew he was right. Sure, you wanted everything to be perfect, down to the very last detail, but Lin had a very valid point.

You’d been gone for ten hours already, and he was pleading for you to come home.

“I need to find the right pair though,” you whined as you approached the other end of the mall. “I don’t know what to get.”

“Uhhh,” he let out a long sigh. “I’m nowhere near being fashion forward, but is there a particular style you’re looking for?”

You groaned inwardly, throwing your head back in sheer exasperation. Who knew this shit was super exhausting? It wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies like everyone else made it out to be.

“I don’t know, something…”

“Okay, let’s do this. My dad made my sister and I play this game when we were little and indecisive.”

“I don’t wanna play games, Lin.”

“Just do it, babe. Come on, humor me.”

Ugh, his tone of voice melted you to the core. You found a nearby bench and took a seat, waiting for his silly game to begin.

“Pick a color,” he told you. “Don’t think about it, just say what comes to mind.

“Blue.”

“Pick a… fabric? Yeah, let’s go with that. Fabric, Y/N.”

“Um, I don’t–”

“No, don’t think!”

“Fine, lace,” you huffed, already annoyed with the entire ordeal.

Lin let out a conniving laugh. “I could think of something lacy…”

“Come on, you jerk, the mall is closing in forty-five minutes!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Uhh, what else describes a shoe? Oh! Heel or no heel?”

“Do you mean flats?”

“Shut up and answer the question, don’t be a smart-ass.”

A laugh fell from your lips and for a moment, you didn’t feel so frustrated. “Heels.”

“Okay! That’s what you want! A white shoe with lace and a heel. That’s what you’ll look for.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Lin.”

“Damn it, just humor me, okay? Maybe it works. Who knows?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, questioning why you even consulted him in the first place. With a sigh, you got up and approached the last shoe store in the mall.

“Fine, you win. I’ll be home soon.”

“You better,” he replied. “‘Cause otherwise, I’m gonna go buy a pair of shoes for you tomorrow and you know that’d be a disaster. And plus, I want you to come home already. That lacy thing isn’t gonna do much by itself.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Don’t deny me of my favorite thing,” he teased, and you knew just by the sound of his voice exactly the kind of expression he was making. “Okay, go shop. I love you.”

“Uh-huh, okay. Love you too.”

The second you hung up the phone, you walked through half of an aisle and spotted it. The exact pair you visualized in your head just moments ago.

Shit, you thought to yourself. Maybe he did deserve the lace tonight.

A snort escaped your lips as you recalled that particular memory and you were thankful no one was in the room with you despite everyone hovering over you all morning.

Something borrowed.

You brought a hand up to twirl your finger around a stray curl, turning around to admire your best friend’s work in the mirror. A striped navy blue and white bow tie held your hair in place, keeping half of your hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail and leaving the rest of it to cascade down to the middle your back.

The bow tie was part of a costume Lin had worn during a high school production where the two of you had played leads opposite each other.

It felt appropriate to incorporate a little piece of the musical that had brought you two together. The moment he sang “Easy to Love” to you (your character really, but it didn’t stop you from daydreaming) with full blocking and choreography was the moment you fell for him. Sure, you were sixteen and doe-eyed, and sure, you were just playing characters, and sure, you were merely there to put on a show, but it didn’t stop you from falling so quickly and so easily.

During the last tech rehearsal, Lin had pulled you aside, grabbing you by the arm just seconds before you left the auditorium. He led you to the dim control booth, tucked away from everyone else.

You remember your heart thumping about madly in your chest, the overwhelming anxiety washing over you. He took your hand in his and flashed you the cheekiest smile you’ve ever seen. And even though you just wanted to stand there forever and ever and ever and ever and ever with him, there was a show you had to run.

He didn’t care though, no matter how many times you told him that you two had to go join the rest of them (your heart was cursing at you every time you did it too), he just shook his head, telling you that he just wanted to spend time alone with you for a little while longer.

When you asked him why, his answer was simple.

“I’m trying find reasons not to like you, but I’ve come to the conclusion that those reasons don’t exist.”

Dear Jesus, those words melted you when they fell upon your teenage ears, but in retrospect, you have never heard anything cheesier.

But hey, it worked.

Next thing you knew, both of you were holding hands throughout the hallways of your school, stealing pecks on the lips during passing period, constantly joined at the hip every chance the two of you were in the same room.

There was no such thing as “you and Lin” from that point on. Anyone that knew both of you referred to you guys as “they” or “the lovebirds” or “the couple that makes everyone uncomfortable with how much they love each other but we let them do their thing because nothing will stop them”.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, your eyes welled up as you stood in awe of your reflection, completely mesmerized by the fact that it was happening today.

Something blue.

You brought your right hand up to your face to dab away a tear that was threatening to ruin your makeup, catching a quick glimpse of the blue diamond ring on your fourth finger.

The sight of that ring alone made you want to spring a leak even more because it was really happening. You were moments away from the living the rest of your life, and that very ring just tied it all together, symbolizing the love, the memories, and the desire to live as one.

It all happened on early Christmas morning during your junior year of college.

The two of you sat on the steps of your childhood home down in Lower Manhattan, your head rested comfortably on his shoulder and your hands nice and toasty between his. All the other guests were saying their goodbyes in the living room, giving the two of you a few moments alone.

“Y/N?” He whispered, making sure you weren’t half-asleep.

You grunted in reply, the heaping plate of food you’d consumed a while ago nearly sending you to the Land of Nod.

Lin sat up, causing you to follow suit as you shot him an annoyed glare.

He simply reciprocated with a soft smile on his face, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “We can sleep after this, I promise.”

“After what?” You asked, still irked at him for waking you up.

“I just wanted to say that I love you,” Lin murmured, his gaze into your eyes not faltering.

You threw your head back and groaned. “Lin, if that’s all you were gonna say, couldn’t that have just waited until later?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “It can’t wait.”

“What are you talking about–”

“Y/N, you are… words cannot describe how much you mean to me. Our whole lives have been such roller coasters, and things and people have come and gone. But you… you were the only thing that remained constant in my life and I just can’t fathom living without you. Someone as amazing, as loving, as… perfect as you only comes once in a lifetime.”

Lin looked down at your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, and you saw the corners of his lips tug into a soft grin.

“You’re my tether to reality, baby,” he spoke up again, bringing his eyes back to yours. “I’m a kite with ten thousand more meters of string to go, flying up to Orion, and you’re the one at the end of it all, holding onto me to make sure that I don’t fly too far away. I’ve found the key to finding love because of you. It’s messing up the pattern on purpose. So I did just that. I skipped a stitch and left a tiny hole to let the cold in and I’m so grateful that you’re the one that filled it.”

It was hard to believe that just moments ago, you were pissed at him all because he woke you up, but there you sat, eyes misting as you heard the absolute love of your life tell you how much you meant to him.

Was it corny? Fuck yeah, but that’s just the person Lin was, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s because of you that I’ve learned the meaning of bliss. It’s-it’s…” He stalled for a moment, his fingers trying to grasp at seemingly tangible words. “It’s the moments when you’re with me, when you’re standing next to me, holding my hand, existing with me. It’s when we lie together underneath our sheets in our bed in our apartment, and I’m just holding you. It’s us just being right here, and I’m doing nothing but holding your hand and I already feel like I’ve won a lifetime of happiness. It’s merely the thought of you, period.”

You placed your hands his cheeks, unable to bear one more second of your life without kissing him, so you pressed a tender kiss on his lips and he met your tenderness with so much passion and love.

When he broke away, he looked at you with the same goofy grin he had all those years ago when the two of you first got together, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face.

“Marry me,” he whispered as he pulled out a black box from his front pocket, opening it up to expose the white gold, blue diamond ring inside.

It wasn’t phrased as a question. It didn’t need to be.

It was a statement all on its own.

With tears blurring your vision, gasped at the ring before you and nodded quickly, silently accepting your fate of becoming his wife.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he slipped the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand, kissing you once it was secured in its rightful place.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands as you melted into him, tears now rapidly falling.

“I love you,” you murmured softly in reply, your nose brushing against his. “Yes, Lin. I will absolutely marry you.”

And there you stood in front of the mirror a year and a half later, a crying mess in your strapless eggshell white ball gown. The song that perfectly depicted your entire life with Lin thus far came to a close, fading in the background. Your fingers smoothed over the beaded lace along its sweetheart neckline, as you carefully dabbed your tears away with a handkerchief, mumbling profanities to yourself because your emotions were ruining the expensive makeup.

This was it. This was the beginning of the rest of your life.

Walk down the aisle, listen to words, say words, put on rings, kiss him, leave married, you thought with a smile on your face. I’m getting married today. In ten minutes. I will have a husband by the time this is over. Don’t fall. Jesus Christ, don’t trip when you walk, oh my God.

“Y/N,” a voice said softly from the other side of the door, interrupting the internal conversation you were having with yourself.

It swung open and you turned around to see your best friend and maid of honor standing in front of you with a worried look.

“What’s up?” You asked her, unsure of the expression on her face. “I’m just getting married, not dying.”

She looked at you and shook her head, unable to speak at all. Without a word, she made a beeline for you and grabbed your hands, still finding the right words to say.

“He’s not here,” she told you, her voice barely a whisper. “Lin… He left.”

Your felt your throat closing in and you held your breath as you tried to make sense of it all.

“But you said he was here. You said he was getting ready.” The little monster that called your chest home was knocking on its walls like it was trapped, begging and pleading to be released.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but he walked out–”

“So he just left?”

At that moment, your world came crashing down. All of this preparation for nothing.

Did he not remember what he told you? Did he not remember all those moments you’ve spent together? Did he just forget everything?

Did you mean nothing to him anymore?

You pushed past your best friend and marched down to the groom’s dressing room in search of him, tears already threatening to fall once again but for a different reason now. The three other bridesmaids met you halfway and tried to stop you, protecting you from the embarrassment, the heartbreak, and the emptiness of knowing that the one person who had promised to stay just got up and walked away, abandoning you and shattering every dream you had of a happily ever after.

Your mother and bridal party whisked you back to your dressing room and tried to talk to you, to comfort you at the very least, but you just sat down and stared into space, the tears long dry by this point. You were stunned, confused, disappointed, livid, heartbroken, speechless, and every emotion in between. Here you were, ready to sign, seal, and deliver yourself to the absolute love of your life, but he, for some ungodly reason, didn’t think so.

Never in a million years did you imagine being left at the altar.

You were left at the altar.

He left you at the altar.

God, you just felt so stupid. You were so naive and childish for thinking you deserved a happy ending.

The door to your dressing room quietly opened and one of the groomsmen peeked his head in the door, trying to gauge the severity of the situation.

Silently, he broke through the circle of women that surrounded you and approached you, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out an envelope.

“I, um, found this,” he said in a hushed tone, handing it to you. “It was on the armoire in his dressing room.”

You stared at it at first, not wanting to take it because part of you believed that it would only further manifest this nightmare you so desperately wanted to shake.

Taking it, you held it in your hands and just looked at it blankly, unsure of what kind of hell it would reveal.

After a minute of silence, you raised your head to speak, not exactly looking anyone in the eye.

“Can I be alone, please?” You asked, not quite registering the sound of your own voice. Everyone nodded sympathetically and exited the room, leaving you to your thoughts.

You held the envelope in your hands, studying the name scribbled in haste on the front. It just looked back at you menacingly and part of you wanted to burn it along with every other memory you had. But still, you wanted– no, needed– answers.

Gingerly, you opened it up and welled up at the sight of Lin’s handwriting, stuck between wanting to throw it away in anger or hold it to your chest in heartache. After taking a moment to brace yourself, you finally found the courage to read the contents of your heartbreak.

My dearest, my beloved,

I love you to the ends of the earth. I love you in a way my heart does not know how to articulate.

I am so sorry.

This isn’t what I wanted to do, please believe that. Please believe that my intentions are never to hurt you, because trust me, this is the last thing I wanted to do, especially to the woman I have had the utmost pleasure of calling the love of my life.

But I just can’t do this.

We just barely graduated college three weeks ago and we have our whole lives ahead of us. We’re so young, so naive, so… new to this.

My eyes have only known your face, my tongue has only known your taste, my nose has only known your scent, my ears have only known your voice, my fingertips have only known your skin, my heart has only known your love, and I can’t help but wonder if life has something else in store.

Please believe me when I say that you have always been enough. This has nothing to do with you not being right for me.

I hate how much of an asshole I sound as I write this. I just don’t know how to say it.

But my point is that we’ve only known each other. You deserve the chance to see the world, to learn new things, to be with someone else besides me. You deserve someone who can be with you without feeling like he needs to question what other doors might open later in the future.

Right now, I’m not that person.

Please believe that I’m doing this because I know, in my heart of hearts, that you deserve the best of the best. And I know that I can’t be the best for you. Not right now, not in this moment.

My heart will always belong to you.

I will forever pray that I find my way back to you someday, that the future will bring you back to me, that fate will be on my side and you’ll be in arms again.

But I am not in the position to promise to be your husband when I am still not sure who I want to be.

I love you, and I’m certain of this. I’m just not certain that now is not the right time.

Your tears stained the paper you held in your trembling hands, and you couldn’t help but let out a sob.

If he really loved you, then why did he leave? Why did he want to pursue other leads?

You wanted to see the world, to learn new things, to grow old with him. There was no one else you had in mind, no one else you could ever dream of loving.

Just please never, ever forget that I sincerely, truly, genuinely, absolutely love you.

Irrevocably so.

I am so sorry, my love. Te extraño y te amo mucho, mi cariña.

Until we meet again.

Siempre,
Lin

That was it.

The love of your life had willingly erased himself from the narrative, leaving you heartbroken and alone.

You fell to the ground, wrinkling your Goddamn wedding dress, ruining your makeup, shattering all of your hopes and dreams of being happy.

It was over.

Happiness would never find you again.

Energy

Originally posted by hugtae

(Maybe late night studying at the library isn’t so bad anymore.)

slightly inspired by the prompt: “since there’s only one can of energy drink left in the store, which we both need to survive the disgustingly boring lecture we just discovered we both have, how about we share it”

word count: 3,050
note: hi, this is kristen’s first attempt at a scenario aka please excuse this mess. I just love the idea of college!jungkook and I finished this at 3:31am and I’m extremely saddened that this is not real life. shoutout to heungtanbts for unknowingly contributing to this by writing lovely scenarios, which gave me the final push of motivation & confidence to write/post my own!! (check her out)

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hunger - chapter 18

Hunger master post. 


Six years ago

Everything burns. Peter Hale has no idea how he got out of the house. He was running on panic and instinct, and it pushed him far enough to make it to the creek that winds through the Preserve a little way from the house. The water is ice cold, but Peter still burns.

He lies there and waits to die.

It is night, and then day, and then night again.

Rescue doesn’t come. Neither does death.

He lies there, clothes and hair and skin burned from him. The cold water laps around him, and still he burns.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel it at first: the alpha spark. It burns too, in a different way. It burns like a flame deep inside his core.

Laura, he thinks, because he saw Talia die, and the spark should have gone to Laura then. And now? Is there anyone left at all if it’s come to Peter? He can’t feel his pack, but how much of that is because he is in agony, unable to reach beyond his own pain?

He’s burning.

It’s the hunters who find him. The Argents. When Kate raises her gun to shoot him, Peter can’t even flinch.

His eyes flash red.

Instinct.

A mistake.

“Wait,” Gerard says, and puts his hand out to push Kate’s firearm down. His mouth twists into a grotesque smile. “An alpha.”

Peter very much wishes he died in that creek.

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Error: Phil.exe

Title:  Error: Phil.exe

Genre: dark (or angst as it’s apparently called; I just don’t think it’s accurate though)

Summary: Computer viruses are a code that copies itself and destroys a computer system and its information. At the most, someone could loose their device. But the virus called Phil.exe wasn’t interested in corrupting a computer and then dying along with it. It was a sentient virus, and it had bigger plans that expanded beyond the computer world. All it needed was a host.

Word Count: 1500+ (this is just an introduction; I normally will aim for 3000-4000 words)

Additional Note: This comes from the virus!phan au which was designed by @maddox-rider! This is my own interpretation of it; it may not line up with other stories later but I will try and keep it close to what she has designed. Go check out her art!

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ace-baby-jail  asked:

seijoh and how they study? (ur headcanons are so fun oh my gosh)

Oikawa

  • takes absolutely gorgeous and color coded notes
  • owns a studyblr
  • memorizes entire passages from textbooks like it’s nothing
  • usually listens to music while working
  • candles and food are items of necessity
  • straight A’s are the only thing straight about him
  • “it’s okay, Iwa-chan! not everyone can be as perfect as I am. if you ask kindly, i might consider tutoring you!”

Iwaizumi

  • like everything he does, manages to get his work done with pure willpower
  • forces Hanamaki and Matsukawa to study
  • tutors kindaichi out of the kindness of his heart, but sometimes has trouble understanding topics himself
  • blood pressure rises every time Oikawa gets 100% and he gets a 99%
  • reads the textbook over and over again before dictating keynotes
  • 2 days before exams start, you’ll see him jogging 10 miles on the treadmill with a textbook propped open in front of him

Hanamaki

  • crams for tests the night before they start
  • forgets to do homework often
  • “there are so many better things to do with my goddamn time than study, jesus christ”
  • has 3 mental breakdowns on a weekly basis
  • has considered giving his teacher a blowjob to get out of tests
  • absolutely hates physics.
  • “it’s like the alphabet fucked the number line and spawned this shit”
  • Hanamaki + Matsukawa = no work getting done
  • he prefers working with people around him rather than by himself, which is why he likes to be in net cafés or libraries
  • “what the fuck is this fucking shit, I won’t ever use this in my life, fuck” —Hanamaki Takahiro, at 3 AM before his finals started

Matsukawa

  • lol what is studying even
  • “you ready for that test, Matsun?” “what test” “the test that’s beginning in 30 minutes” “well shit”
  • plays video games every night, you think he has time for this science bullshit?
  • just gave up caring when he was seven years old
  • “F is for fabulous”
  • “maybe if i convince myself there isn’t a test, i just won’t have to take it”

Yahaba

  • “must… MUST BE LIKE OIKAWA SENPAI!”
  • tries too hard like all the time, please save this boy
  • surprisingly, Kyoutani is the one who sends him texts to go to sleep
  • “go to fucking sleep, you cream-puffed haired idiot. die.”
  • is actually very intelligent
  • has shoved an entire venti iced americano up his ass during hell week
  • “God, hey, yeah, I know you and I don’t talk very often but I’ve got a huge favor to ask you—”
  • has bags under his eyes that go down to his chin

Kyoutani

  • ugh… studying
  • tends to chew on the end of his pencil while working, needs at least 3 pencils every day
  • when frustrated, has a tendency to break windows with his textbook so tutors beware
  • works hard with just his willpower like iwaizumi
  • can’t focus because he’s too busy thinking about food and sticks and Yahaba god damn

Watari

  • genuinely works very hard
  • gets 8 hours of sleep every night
  • begins studying for a test two weeks in advance and properly divides up his studying time
  • signs up to help tutor underprivileged children
  • very intelligent
  • his notes have prettily drawn inspirational quotes in the margins
  • (how is this boy so perfect Hanamaki might actually kill him in his sleep)

Kindaichi

  • passes, thanks to Iwaizumi
  • works hard but has trouble getting to/understanding the point
  • (sorry fam i have very few head canons for studying!kindaichi on my computer)

Kunimi

  • does not study
  • does not stay awake in class
  • has perfect grades???? the best grades on the team???
  • he spends too much time eating candy, playing video games, and making memes, do you think he has time for something as trivial as studying? god
  • “i wonder what i could do if i applied myself, maybe… whatever”
code your way to my heart (park chanyeol x reader)

incorrect usage of programming terms  even though im going to be a fucking software major ahead,,,,

“Junmyeon…why are there three extra desks in my room?” you ask him cautiously, narrowing your eyes at the man who’s sitting a distance away from your huge glass cubicle. Junmyeon is everyone’s manager in Exo Inc. (since everyone’s too lazy to go through resumes)

He sits at his desk and longingly stares at pictures of his ex-boyfriend whose name you have yet to confirm since you’ve received multiple of them from various sources. Wu Yifan Kevin Li Jiaheng had been engaged to Junmyeon for 3 years before they separated, the reason for which you’re not sure if you want to know or not. Nobody really knows if Junmyeon got over him, but judging from the stares Kris’ swimsuit photo is currently getting, you figure that probably not.

“Junma!” you shout when you realize that his focus isn’t deterring from the Polaroid he’s clutching while the smell of roses swims around the huge desk.

“Uh, you have to coach three interns?”

“I have to what?!”

“Uh, yeah? I thought Baekhyun told you last week…okay, he didn’t,” Junmyeon confirms when he looks at the shocked visage you’re currently donning.

“I can’t do this! I can’t even drink soup without choking on the noodles! How am I supposed to coach three interns?!”

“Pfft, of course you can, look on the bright side! You’re an amazing coder! You can pull through somehow…”

“What’s it in for me?” you ask him, crossing your hands and yawning.

“So I talked to boss for a long time and…he promised to triple your pay!” he claps like a seal.

“Careful, your sleeve might catch fire from that rose scented candle,” you mutter before mentally accepting the fact that you’re going to coach three interns.

“The scent of my could have been spouse!” you hear him sigh before shoving your cubicle’s glass door.

Your desk stood in the middle and three new desks surrounded it, similar to it, but smaller in size. You mentally calculate the odds of one of your interns ending up as a mass murderer during your coaching and sigh, atleast they were tripling your pay. Maybe you could put up with them.

Maybe was not the right word, you repeatedly tell yourself when the first intern walks in. He’s tall, lean and ridiculously good looking. His skin resembles pretty smooth chocolate and you’re in awe.

“I’m Kim Jongin,” he smiles, pearly white and crescent eyed.

“You can choose a desk and settle down while the others arrive,” you tell him over a mouthful of eggs that Baekhyun dropped by five minutes prior. He’d come by with a guide on how to go about coaching the three and you’d refused to let the minx in so he’d groaned while you commanded him to go get you breakfast. And he did, like the good boy he is. Pancakes and eggs with black coffee, he knew you so damn well. The guide sits on a tiny wooden cupboard behind you and Baekhyun’s wallet lies crying in his back pocket.

You expected Jongin to be simple and clean with his desk. The idea’s thrown out of the window when he unzips a black bag and pulls out photo frame after photo frame of dogs. He occupies the desk to your left.

“O-Oh, are those your dogs?” you try to make small talk while suppressing the urge to scream and bolt.

“Yeah! This is Monggu, Janggu and Jjangga!” he grins and his eyes completely disappear as he places each of the frames on the circumference of the desk. At the end of fifteen minutes, 13 frames decorate the desk, all of them have various pictures of his dogs and some of them include him. It’s endearing and scary at the same time.

You escape the room in an excuse to dispose your breakfast and get some more coffee.

“I’m going to die…” you whisper, dropping the fifth cube of sugar into your coffee and stirring it with your spoon.

“Haha, chill, I’m sure things will be fine!” Kyungsoo calls out as he enters the pantry, sliding next to you and grabbing a paper cup from the stack in the wooden cupboard. You nod and smile at him gratefully.

When you return, there’s another one sitting on the desk to your right.

“Oh my god!” you slap a hand to your chest in fright when your foot touches something furry as you’re about to walk to your desk.

“I brought my puppy over since my brother wasn’t at home!” the new intern pipes up. You learn that his name is Yixing, and the furry thing is anything but a puppy. It’s the hugest albeit cutest German shepherd you’d ever seen. You spend a solid five minutes playing with it and end up having it sit permanently next to you while you work.

“Do you want some green tea?” he offers placidly, his eyes permanently drooping. Yixing’s desk is semi-clean and he’s got tiny action figures scattered here and there.

“No, I’m fine!” you smile at him, turning back to the black screen in front of you which is littered with code.

The third intern comes by a solid two hours later, when the coffee from your cup is drained and it’s dry, your nose is stuck to the computer screen while the other two make idle talk. You’re verifying line 420 when the door opens again.

An extremely cute boy walks in, he’s huffing, probably because he’s had to run all the way here, and also because of the bag he’s carrying, which looks like it’s filled with iron balls. He’s way taller than the other two interns and has a baby face accompanied by elfish ears which stick it out in the cutest way possible. He’s wearing glasses that threaten to slide off his nose any minute and you just want to grab him and pinch the fuck out of his cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Yixing asks him as he drops his bag on the remaining desk.

“Yeah!” he breathes out before collapsing onto his chair loudly. Ugh, his voice is deep and satisfying to hear and you mentally wonder how he’d sound singing your favorite songs.

“What’s your name?” Jongin asks, his finger tracing patterns on the rim of one of his frames.

“Chanyeol! Park Chanyeol!” he smiles and you feel like god’s sent an angel over. You cough once and the three look at you curiously.

“I’m (y/n) as you probably know, I’ll be coaching you for 5 months on validation and verification. We’re going to start out pretty simple by making you develop your programming skills, but not the normal way since I’m pretty sure y’all already know how to code. What we’re aiming for is efficient coding and algorithm making,” you say, pausing to grab a marker and scribble something on the dry erase board.

“I’m going to put up a tiny assignment and you’ll learn how we’re going to work from this. The actual course doesn’t start until the first two months, so this is basically us detaining you until we think you’re okay enough to start learning what you came here to learn,” you yawn and scribble some lines and hear a noise of affirmation. You turn around, satisfied for the time being.

Holy shit, you exclaim when you lay your eyes on Chanyeol’s desk.

“Are those rock pets?” you stare at the several spherical objects that are littered on his desk, painted with googly eyes and sprinkled with glitter. 

“Yeah! They give me company when I’m studying for my cryptology course!” he grins and you forget that you’re supposed to berate him. He’s got five of them and offers everyone a rock. Yixing smiles when he places a green one on his table and exclaims that they’d act as great paperweights. Before you can say anything, he’s chucking a blue colored one with heart shaped eyes into your hands.

“Why is there a pudding stash on the floor?” you switch your focus onto the tiny mountain on the floor, consisting of chocolate and butterscotch pudding plastic containers stacked meticulously.

“Gugu is going to pillage it!” Yixing exclaims, calling his dog over and pulling it onto his lap.

“I need a sugar fix often,” he mutters, scratching his ear.

“Well, you’re not eating all that alone, give me one,” you extend your hand and he pouts at you before handing you a carton and a pink spoon.

“Make the shortest algorithm you can for that program. Smallest algorithm wins, I’ll see this in two weeks.” you mutter before you dig into the pudding. Gugu gives a bark and headbutts your chair.

Over the course of a week, you come to realize that Chanyeol is most definitely the quirkiest of them all. He’s taking a cryptology course which implies that he’s either coding, or studying. His studying methods are a combination of amazing and unconventional. He meticulously color codes his notes and uses midliners in every color known to mankind. Animated animals, cat paws and plain post-its adorn every page of his moleskin journal and you’re honestly starting to get worried at how rapidly the pudding is disappearing as he works on ciphers all day.

“How was class today?” you ask him one day while he eats noodles and writes notes and you hiss, tapping backspace repeatedly when you make a mistake. Yixing’s at home due to a hip injury from his dance class and Jongin is visiting his niece who he claims he’ll hit the gym with.

“It was good! We learnt some substitution ciphers!” he pushes his glasses up and his eyes crinkle at the corners. Chanyeol’s the most adorable when he’s concentrating on something, you observe. You’ve been doing that a lot lately because there’s nothing else to stare at when you’re coming up with code. He sniffles disdainfully when he makes a mistake in writing and has to scratch it all off. His eyes have cute little bags that you want to touch with your fingers.

“You’re so cute!” you squeal. His cheeks pink and he goes back to diligently scribbling something on his Kokuyo notebook with one of his vanilla scented gel pens. You try to take a sip from your coffee and groan when you realize that it’s empty. Chanyeol glances at you and scurries out of the cubicle but you barely notice over piles of code that you need to verify.

He comes back a minute later and he’s holding two paper cups. Placing one on his desk, he approaches you cautiously and places one next to your hand. You glance up at him and down to the cup. It’s the coffee you drink, probably made perfectly. He scrambles back to his desk and you finally notice the scribble on the outer surface of the cup. It has three words written on it with his vanilla scented blue colored pen: you’re cute too! >////

You melt into the chair for the rest of the day and don’t dare take another look at Chanyeol in fear of squealing and confessing to him.

That night, Chanyeol leaves early since he claims that he wants to take a practice test on a topic that he’s been working on all week. You have to stay back and attend meetings till 12:00 am with Krystal, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, who’s the only one other than you handling interns. You come back at 12:45 and slump down into your chair, notebook full of scribbles concerning the prior meeting. Junmyeon comes in to spend some time with you since nobody is going to walk into the company at this time anyway, you notice him constantly checking his phone.

“Who are you sexting?” you ask him, drinking your fifth cup of coffee after the one Chanyeol gave you. The cup he wrote on is placed on the cupboard top.

“N-nobody!” he exclaims, cheeks warming up.

“Whooo is ittt?!” you snicker, leaning over and grabbing the phone.

A text pops up and it’s from one of your interns, Yixing specifically.

“Suho gege! Let’s go out for Chinese noodles next time, i’m sorry for breaking my hips, sad emoji and crying emoji plus blushing emoji,” you read from the screen.

“OOOH! Someone’s falling for an intern~” you giggle.

“Nooo!~” he groans, covering his face and denying vehemently.

“That’s good, you’re moving on,” you smile at him, advocating his tiny crush.

“He’s so cute!” Junmyeon fans his face.

“Haha, get out, I need to code!”

You’d already resigned to fate that you’d stay up and finish the snippet that you’d been working on for two weeks, and would be ready to submit it in the morning. You remember to go through the first algorithm that Chanyeol had managed to come up with, asking you to look through it and tell him if it works and that he’d work on shortening it after that.

>>

Chanyeol finally bites his tongue and slides the button to start a timer on his phone, he’s made up his mind that nothing will stop him from taking this mock test on monoalphabetic ciphers when his phone beeps and indicates that Jongin has just sent him a picture.

He’s about to slide it off and dismiss it when he stills. It’s a picture of you, and you’re wearing a black hoodie that Chanyeol recalls you having worn a while back. It has white stitched text which says “404: fuck not found”

You’re sprawled over the table, cheek smashed uncomfortably against the wood and you’re asleep for sure. But what’s cute is the tiny cat paw sticker stuck on your cheek. It’s the one Chanyeol stuck on the paper he gave you to look over. In addition to that, he also spots the cup he gave you a while back, placed on top of the cupboard, the camera angle capturing it perfectly. He squeals and spasms so loud that his stationery clatters to the floor and he has to scramble to pick it all up.

“came in 2day morning and saw this, thot u’d find it cute, u shud tell her alredy” The caption says and he ignores the massacre of English since he’s so enamored with the picture. Chanyeol finds it very hard to close the picture and return to his test, so he makes it his wallpaper and pouts till he finishes the last question.

>>

You wake up with a killer headache (courtesy of staring at a screen for so long) and Yixing offers you Chamomile tea from the trusty thermos he always carries around. Chanyeol is scribbling something down onto a moleskin journal and Jongin is typing rapidly, the clicking of keys making your head a tad bit clear, along with the tea that you’re sipping. You call Chanyeol over and explain the mistakes he’d made in his algorithm and he nods, listening carefully and finally returning to his haven of scented gel pens and pet rocks. The pudding stash is gone though.

The three of you have lunch more often now, and Baekhyun, Krystal and Kyungsoo join in. Yixing holds Junmyeon’s hand stealthily under the table more often than not and everybody knows about it, but chooses to just watch amusedly as they voraciously deny.

Assignments get bigger as time goes and so is the amount of pining that’s going on between you and Chanyeol. It’s quite obvious that both of you should get together and Baekhyun’s already betting with Kyungsoo, Krystal and the rest of the company. But you’ve been really busy and nothing can help you out of the shell you’ve built around yourself as project upon project weighs you down.

“Your final project is going to test teamwork, and we’re going to do it by making three of you team up and write an applet. It’s up to you guys to discuss and plan which one of you is going to handle what, I’ll email you guys the details,” you tell them at the end of the 4th month. It’s a one month project and when they’re done, they’re going to be accepted into formal positions in EXO inc.

>>

“Can you clarify some stuff for me?” Chanyeol asks you, wheeling his chair over infront of your desk. You shake your head to wake up and nod at him, motioning for him to continue. He’s done with his cryptology course and says he’s planning on focusing on Exo full time now. Yixing is out with Junmyeon and Jongin is getting help from methods expert Kyungsoo from next door.

“…are you okay?” he asks concernedly and you nod with some difficulty. You’d been camping out here often and that’s taken a toll on your body because eating nothing but Ramen for three days and sleeping on a chair isn’t healthy.

“…should go home…look so good,” you make out his next words through your temporary black out session. You nod absentmindedly and clutch the end of the table in a sudden rush of nausea.

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” he screams before he’s tilting your head back. There’s something warm sliding past your lips and it tickles but you can barely differentiate left from right at this point of time. He suddenly presses something against your nose and you let him rough handle you into standing and he drags you out, your head lolling back to hit his shoulder. You’re breathing through your mouth and it’s becoming extremely difficult to move your eyes to even confirm what’s going on.

Chanyeol takes you to the sick room and you lie there while for a solid 5 hours, clutching Chanyeol’s hand who refuses to leave the room until the pretty nurse named Seulgi asks him to get you warm chicken soup from the cafeteria.

“You should take care of yourself better!”

“Yeah…” you nod, spooning soup into your mouth and burning your tongue.

“Let me take you out tomorrow,” he whispers and you almost miss it because of your loud blowing to cool the soup down.

“To do what?” you ask him curiously.

“It’s a date! We’ll eat at a restaurant and have fun since you’ve been cooped up all month!”

“…okay,” you smile at him in agreement and Chanyeol has to excuse himself to fistbump the air and look for Jongin to fanboy with.

>>

Chanyeol takes you a restaurant and buys the most amount of food you’ve ever ordered, you pick up your card to pay but he slaps his on the table and you look at him accusingly. In the end, both of you split payment. He takes you on a stroll near the Han River. Both of you waddle excitingly along the bridge and Chanyeol speaks overexcitedly, his hands flying around when he describes things. You look at him and his eyes are sparkling when he looks back at you. You both stand against the railing and he kisses you while later, softly at first but then he’s sliding his hands down to your waist, pulling you roughly against his coat clad chest, tongue prying your lips open. You spend the night eating pizza and watching Doraemon in his apartment, in a blanket fort that you both built. You fall asleep against his shoulder when you’re watching the 7th episode on a row, half eaten pizza still clutched in your fingers. He puts you to bed and squeals when you curl up against him, hugging him tightly.

>>

The final project evaluation is switched and you have Kyungsoo’s group and he has yours. Everybody gets what they want and you finally celebrate with Yixing, Jongin and Chanyeol.

“Yixing is getting it on with Junmyeon,” you comment slyly.

“I saw them in the sick room and I can’t bear going in there any longer,” Jongin comments.

“…I slept in there for 5 hours!” you groan and give Yixing a withering look. He shrugs and downs his martini in one go.

Everybody laughs and Jongin says “I’m the only who’s single,” before sniffing and pouting.

“Hax! I saw you and Krystal the other day in the pantry and you both were getting real comfortable in there,” Chanyeol comments from his position next to you.

“What’s with you guys and having sex where normal people do things like eating and sleeping?”

“Yeah right, like you didn’t smooch Chanyeol secretly in the data room.”

You choke on the spoon of gravy in your mouth and Chanyeol laughs until alcohol dribbles from his nose.

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Cute-ass coffee shop AU

Luke half-listens to what Calum is rambling about as they make their way towards Starbucks. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves his best friend to death, it’s just that he isn’t exactly a morning person and for him, being a fully functioning human being before getting his large cup of coffee is just not a thing. 

Which is why every morning, Cal and him stop by Starbucks before going to uni. Luke personally thinks it’s a blessing that the coffee shop is on their way, because if it wasn’t then he’d probably have to settle for the campus coffee and just the prospect makes him shudder. Of course, it would be way less expensive, but Luke actually finds he doesn’t mind Starbucks being so overpriced, because the quaint, peaceful atmosphere of it in the morning more than makes up for it. 

Calum pushes the heavy door and mock-bows for Luke as the blonde enters, finally managing to elicit a smile. It’s a rare feat in these dreaded morning hours. 

The usual curly-haired, dimple-smiled ray of sunshine grins at them from his post behind the counter, but this time Ashton - as his name-tag says - isn’t with the dirty-blonde girl who usually takes their orders. 

Instead there’s another barista, with dyed hair, arcade piercing and tattoos, who all in all puts Luke and Calum’s attempts at being punk rock to shame. He doesn’t smile at the boys as they approach him. In fact he only gives them a disinterested glance, as if he was way too important to gratify them with an actual acknowledgement. Or maybe he’s just not into early mornings. 

In any case, Luke doesn’t make too much of it, and simply requests his tall black coffee, two sugars no milk please. The boy, whose name-tag says Michael, nods and scribbles something on an empty cup before turning to Calum, who orders his usual mocha. 

The two friends head towards the back of the shop, the way they’ve done every morning for almost a year now. By this time the coffe shop is starting to fill in, both with students trying to make the most of their precious last hour before classes start, and busy adults stopping by for their respective energy juice to be able to take on the day. 

Soon enough Ashton is calling Calum’s name, and they head over to the counter. “A mocha for Calum? Tall black coffee for…pretty blue eyes?“ 

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You taste so bitter and so sweet.

I needed some chering up over the weekend because of all the terrible thigs that took place in our world. Writing this gave me a little bit of help, and I hope it gives you too.  All my love to @supernim for the beta work.

This fic was inspired by this post. You can also read it here on Ao3

“Fuck this!” Stiles pressed the pillow in his face again and screamed “It’s the fucking fifth time just this week, I can’t take anymore barking from those damn hellhounds.” It didn’t matter what he did, he couldn’t get more sleep with all that noise .

See, Stiles loves dogs, he really, really does. But there is a big difference between liking a fluffy ball of happiness and having to put up  with two demon dogs barking at four in the morning when Stiles would love to get some shut eye. He had never laid eyes on the guy, but he heard his damn dogs barking all night, and every time he dropped by to ask the guy to do something about it, the guy was never home.

His apartment had a one bedroom suite, a kitchen, living room and a little balcony with a firescape. In all the honesty for the price they were asking, he would be actually living in pretty good conditions. Stiles loved his new home, it was small, looked like a hurricane had gone down on it  seventy percent of the time but it also had the impossible Stilinski charm.

The first few months were amazing, until his next door neighbour adopted two dogs and Stiles hero’s journey got his first villain.

Ugh, I might as well go earlier to work, he thought while taking a shower, and resigned himself to another day feeling unsettled and restless due to lack of sleep.

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Strangers on a Bus Ch. 3/4

“Or the Bellamy fell asleep on Clarke’s shoulder on the bus and now she’s his date to his sister’s wedding” AU
Chapters one and two
[AO3]

Clarke saw a lot more of Bellamy Blake over the next four days than she’d originally been intending.  His sister’s wedding was on the Saturday.  It was Thursday and she still didn’t have a dress, her nails were a mess, and she was digging through her makeup bag, cursing at the products that had satisfied her just fine before.

Abby was leaning in the doorway of her bathroom, smiling just the slightest bit.

Clarke didn’t need to ask why either.  It had been a long time since she’d been this nervous and excited about going anywhere with a guy.

“So,” Abby said after Clarke shoved aside the third blush she’d dug out of her bathroom drawers.  "Do you want to go look at dressed today?“

Clarke’s head snapped up.  "Dresses.  Yes.  Yes, I need a dress.”

Abby laughed.  "Leave in thirty?“

Clarke had already returned to sorting through her makeup.  "Yeah, sure,” she replied distractedly.  "But we’re going to need to make a stop at Sephora, too.“

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disaster date

Plot: Nat has been setting you up with people for ages and nothing quite clicks. This time she promises to be different. Boy was she right.

First half inspired 100% by this song 

Warnings: Language, extreme fluff, innuendo

A/N: It’s not Shakespeare but here’s the first part of my song series.

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“Come on Y/N, Just go out with him!” Natasha pleaded. “If it’s bad I’ll come get you. Promise.”


You stared at her like she had grown a second head. “Nat, the last three dates you have set me up on have been disasters. And not like regular bad dates. One of them was literally evil.”

“Hey! That  wasn’t entirely my fault. We still hadn’t flushed HYDRA out of S.H.I.E.L.D. How was I supposed to know he was a double agent?”

Again your look was less than courteous.

“Maybe because you’re the best spy in the world? You know, with the ability to hack files to check up on the random people you are setting your best friend up with.”


“Alright. I’m sorry, but this guy is actually pretty normal. Plus, it’s just coffee. Please?” She turned on her best puppy eyes.


“Ugh. Fine.” You said, throwing your hands in the air. “What am I wearing?”


After an hour of trying on clothes you ended up in jeans and a sweater to combat the chill in the air. Nat french braided your hair and you left your make up light and natural.


You made your way in to the shop and waited for your date to show up.  Natasha had given you a pretty detailed description of Adam and you scanned the faces in the shop. Not here yet. You ordered a french vanilla cappuccino and sat at a table near the window.  As the time ticked by you pulled out your phone and started typing out a message to Natasha.

This guy isn’t here yet?

You phone chimed a moment later.

Really?

Yeah. He’s got three minutes before I leave. >:(


Two minutes later a tall, dark haired man entered and started looking around. His green eyes locked with yours and you stood up to properly introduce yourself.


“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Adam.”


“Yeah, Hi.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Natasha told you this was a date, right?”

“Um, yeah…” You trailed off, confusion coloring your tone.

“You just don’t look like you’re on a date. Shouldn’t you be dressed nicer?”


Oh Natasha was going to get it. This guy shows up 20 minutes late and has the nerve to comment on what you’re wearing. What a tool. You rolled your eyes and sat down at the table.

“Well, that’s not very lady like” He said.

This was not going well. You sent another text to Nat hoping for help, an emergency phone call, an important team meeting, a giant alien army invading, literally any excuse to get out of this.

She texted you back quickly.

No problem your help will be there in about five minutes. ;)

Adam continued to chatter as you gazed out the window, looking for your escape.

“You know, I thought going out with an Avenger would be more intimidating. I mean, a female superhero? That’s absolutely insane! At least Black Widow had the sense to do something normal for a while. What do you think she did as Tony Stark’s ‘assistant'” The intent of his words were clear. Natasha would have killed him on the spot if she would have heard him.

You stood up quickly, coffee cup swaying in your haste.

“ What?” He asked, clearly seeing how offended you were.

“Thank you for your time but-” You started.

“Oh your just going to leave? You don’t even know if you like me yet.” He said.

A motorcycle squealed into the parking space in front of the coffee shop. You saw Bucky put down the kickstand and swing his leg over the seat. Thank God.

“Look, I was going to try to be nice about this but I’m already tired of wasting my time. Say what you want about me, but Natasha is my best friend and if you ever so much as mention her name again I won’t hesitate to black your eye.” Bucky walked through the door and scanned the room for you. When you locked eyes you turned back to the man cowering in his seat. “Now, as it turns out, my ride is here. I’ll give you a pass this once. And maybe the next time you take a girl out you’ll be more of a gentleman.” Bucky’s hand landed softly on your shoulder.

“Everything okay here?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m ready to go.”

You turned to leave when the man whispered “stuck up bitch” under his breath, You decided to ignore him and just leave. That was until you made it to the bike and Bucky wasn’t behind you. You looked around for him and spotted him through the window of the shop. He had his metal arm holding Adam to his seat and an intense look on his face as he spoke words you couldn’t hear. Adam was pale, his eyes wide. Bucky leaned in for a fraction of a second and then turned and walked out.

“What was that about?” You asked as he straddled the bike.

“Oh that, it was nothing. Just explaining how to treat a lady.” He said casually as he kicked the bike to life.

“Oh”  You smiled and you situated yourself behind him.

“You know, I don’t understand why you go out with these losers.”

“Nat keeps setting me up” You rolled your eyes.

Bucky just nodded.

After a few minutes on the bike you realized you weren’t heading back to the tower.

“Where are we going?”

“To get lunch. My treat, that guy was a creep. You look like you could use a pick-me-up. How’s pizza sound?”

“Yes!” You said, genuinely excited for the first time all day.


The trip was just long enough for you to settle into the dip between Bucky’s shoulders. He smelled like leather and oil and you wished that you could bottle the way it mixed with his natural scent.

When he pulled up to the little pizza shop Bucky helped you off the bike and walked with you to a table near the window. A waitress came up smiling as she asked for your orders. You both ordered a slice of pizza and a drink and talked through most of your meal.


“I don’t know why I keep letting Nat set me up. I’d rather spend my time like this anyways.”

Bucky smiled at you and it was like the sun peaked out from behind the clouds.

“She just wants you to be happy.”

“I am happy, I don’t know why 'Miss Love-Is-For-Children’ is so worried about it. I’m tired of trying to fit into this mold they expect from me. Yes, I work with the Avengers. Yes, I showed up to our date in something other than my stealth suit. No, I’m not going to sit around while you bad mouth my best friend.” You put your head in your hands.

“Fuck them.”

“Excuse me?”

“Fuck them, you’re great. Beyond wonderful. If they can’t see it, they aren’t worth your time.”

You smiled at Bucky, how did he know exactly what you needed to hear?

“Thank you, Buck.”

Bucky grabbed your hand from across the table.


When dinner was finished you snuggled in to Bucky’s back and he sped off towards the tower. He held your hand as you walked into the living room. You flopped on to the sofa and started pulling off your boots.

Bucky crashed on to the couch next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the way he rested his arm on the cushions behind your back.

“So, do you want to watch a movie or something?” Bucky asked.

“Sure. You pick and I’ll make popcorn!”

You popped off the couch and bounded into the kitchen. You tossed a bag into the microwave and hunted down a bowl. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?” You yelled as as you poured the bag in to the bowl.

“A beer from the fridge would be nice.” he called back.

“You made your way in to the living room. “Already two steps ahead of you, Barnes.” You said as you laid out the snacks from the kitchen. “What are we watching?”

“Some scary movie about dolls or something.” He said absently.

You lightly smacked his arm. “James Barnes! You know I think dolls are creepy!”

“Want me to change it?”

“No, it’s fine. You’re just going to have to walk me to my room tonight.” You half joked.

Bucky pressed play on the remote and smiled as you pulled your hands up to your face. You watched the first 20 minutes of the movie through your fingers. Bucky’s arm settled comfortably around your shoulders and you found yourself snuggling in to his side. He took a sip of his beer and a drop of cold condensation rand down the bottle and fell on your face. You jumped and squeaked, Bucky’s hand reached around and wiped the drop off of your face.

“Sorry.” He said looking away from the screen long enough to smile at you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Oh no.

You could barely pay attention to the movie pressed against Bucky’s side. His breathing was soft and relaxed and you felt yourself dozing off before the climax of the movie. Bucky paused the movie and softly shook your shoulder.

“Hey, Doll, wake up.” Your eyes fluttered. “Come on, honey. It’s time for bed.”

You stood up and Bucky walked you to your room. “Thank you. For tonight. For everything.”

“Anytime doll.” He leaned down and kissed your hair.

“Why did you do all this for me today?”

“I just wanted to show you how a lady should be treated. And I really Like you, Y/N.”

You leaned up in your toes and left a soft kiss on his lips. Bucky went stiff before placing his hand on your cheek. When you finally pulled away his face lit up in a breath taking smile.

You turned and walked in to your room.

Anon: HC OF RIARKLE TRYING TO GO ALL OUT FOR MAYA’S SURPRISE 16TH BIRTHDAY PARTY (and everything just ends up going disastrous because they’re 15 y/o dorks) It’s like an OT3/ Riarkle HC. PLEASE I NEED THIS
~~~ I SCREAMED ALOUD WHEN I READ THIS GOD BLESS YOU
(Okay so I know in the show Riley is a year younger than Maya, but if we bump them to the same age then Maya’s birthday would be happening around the time of Riley and Farkle’s *secret* one month anniversary and that has potential so that’s what we’re doing lmao)

• Okay, so as we know, everyone forgot Riley’s 16th birthday
• And of course they all freaked out when they realized but the damage was already done and even though she convinced everyone that it’s fine, she’s still pretty pissed off/upset about it
• Like lowkey 30% of her motivation for keeping her new relationship with Farkle a secret is sheer pettiness lmao
• Farkle is pretty vocally still judging everyone on her behalf tho lol
• So anyway it’s New Years Eve right, party is a lot smaller than usual it’s just the friends and fam
• And Maya’s the only person running late so Topanga is just like “Guys omg Maya’s 16th birthday is in 2 weeks we need to plan a surprise party!”
• And Riley’s just like lol okay sweeties first of all,
“Clearly you people have demonstrated that you can’t be trusted with this kind of stuff at all-“
• Farkle’s standing behind her with his arms crossed nodding enthusiastically along to her every word what a loser
“Secondly, I know Maya better than literally everyone in this room. I’m planning the party!”
• And everyone is just kinda like ‘shit she right’ and agrees and then Maya’s walking in so the subject is dropped for the night
• The party was great and after it ended everyone went home except Farkle bc both his parents were out of town for different reasons and Cory and Topanga were h o r  r i f i e d omfg they were not letting this kid spend the holiday season alone and it’s not like he hasn’t been having sleepovers with Riley on the regular since 5th grade anyway
• Of course they don’t know he’s now dating Riley and therefore probably is getting something from sharing a bed and cuddling with her like always lmao
• So anyway Farkle’s like yeah this is gonna be sweet I can sleep in late tomorrow and then spend all day excessively cuddling with my girlfriend and drinking hot chocolate this is the lyfe
• But then at literally 4:30 in the morning, no sun in the sky
• Farkle is forcibly awakened by this extremely heavy weight being thrown on top of his chest. He literally can’t move and it’s heavy enough to mess with his breathing he’s freaking out
• He opens his eyes and it’s this giant book that’s literally the length of his arm and as thick as 3 bricks stacked together
• Standing over him is Riley looking completely unimpressed and she’s like “Wake up we have to get to work”
• And since he’s known Riley for 10 years now he’s not even fucking surprised he’s just like…can this not wait till later,
• And she launches into this speech about how they absolutely have to start now because it’s the upmost important thing in the world and Farkle is barely catching the gist of this because shit this book is really heavy why is he always brought to the brink of death around the Matthews family
• And at some point she realizes he’s really struggling and pulls the book off him like it weighs absolutely nothing which is not something his ego appreciates but now he’s sitting up and living again
• And now he’s getting a little concerned because he sees that Riley is already showered and dressed and there’s a pot of coffee and two cans of monster energy drink on her nightstand what is he about to get into
• And now she’s snapping her fingers in his face because apparently she was still delivering her monologue and he had tuned her out so not a good start to the day
• Okay so she shoves him in the bathroom and forces him to get dressed because they both got very little sleep and she has this theory that it’s harder to fall asleep when you’re wearing day clothing
• And like Farkle knows damn well that that literally isn’t a thing but he’s mildly scared of her right now so he listens lol
• And he comes out and moving around a bit had woken him up a little but she’s giving another speech on their agenda for the day and he still can’t bring himself to focus on her words because it’s still 4:30 in the morning and he’s also getting distracted by how pretty she looks what the hell
• Seriously he’s pretty sure despite getting dressed (see: throwing on jeans and a beanie. Does not bother to change out of the ancient Phillies sweatshirt Cory gave him to sleep in. Does not bother to shower. Does not bother with his contacts. Does not bother to care.) he looks like he just crawled through Death Valley or something
• Meanwhile Riley’s got her hair tied up in a little knot on the top of her head and she’s wearing her glasses today which he always loves and she looks as pretty as she does when she gets a full night’s sleep rather than only 3 hours and she’s wearing a dark blue and white Christmas sweater over a white button up both of which she stole from him but it looks a million times more flattering on her and she’s pacing around her room and is flipping through a couple loose papers as she talks and is obsessively clicking her pen which should annoy him but it’s so cute holy shit how is this his girlfriend
• Except now she’s frowning at him because she realized he wasn’t listening again and she’s like “Farkle seriously I know it’s early but you need to focus” and he’s like “I’m sorry I just really wanna make out with you right now!” which made her blush but she was not shifting gears she’s a woman on a mission
• The mission, he finally determines, is planning Maya’s Sweet Sixteen
• He still doesn’t understand why he had to wake up before sunrise for this
• So anyway now that he’s onboard he’s trying to figure out what the Giant Book of Death is supposed to be
• And Riley’s just like “Oh okay so back in like 6th grade I decided I was planning all 3 of our 16th birthday parties so I made a huge planning scrapbook and I’ve been filling it with more ideas as they come all these years.”
• And Farkle doesn’t even know what to do with this information like that is such a Riley thing to do but it’s also a little overwhelming that she cares so much about him and Maya she spent four years planning big birthday parties for them omfg
• So he just tells her that that’s adorable which makes her giggle and she opens the book to Maya’s section
• Holy shit she literally sectioned this book off for all three of them. That’s why it’s the size of three bricks. A brick each. Holy shit.
• And she literally color coded everything Farkle is so impressed but also confused on how she hid this all these years and he’s also so sad that THE PARTY SHE HAD WANTED FOR HERSELF NEVER EVEN GOT TO HAPPEN UGH
• He’s still extremely angry at everyone for that omfg Riley had begged him to calm down but he was waiting for a moment alone with anyone so he could yell at them
• Anyway so Riley makes them dive right in
• She hadn’t planned everything to the T she had hundreds of ideas and they needed to sort through them all and veto and agree and assign jobs to all the party goers and figure out where they were gonna host this party
• They were talking and writing and debating for hours without realizing it suddenly it’s 1:00 in the afternoon and Cory’s coming in to tell them it’s lunch and he’s surprised they’re even awake
• Farkle’s like “I too am also surprised to be awake” which made Riley smack his arm lmao
• Okay so they’re eating lunch with the fam and now Cory and Topanga want all the details they have so far and they’re loving what they’re hearing
• Except Riley’s like ‘Yeah Maya’s birthday is on a Thursday tho so we’re gonna have to throw the party on the 15th’ and Cory’s like “Oh no, Shawn’s got a job in London that weekend and he’s taking Maya with him as a surprise. The party is gonna have to be on the 8th”
• And Riley is FREAKING OUT because that is 7 days away she thought she had more time here
• Like she can totally make this work but her stress levels just shot the fuck up
• Meanwhile Farkle’s freaking out because he’s like “THAT’S OUR ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY I ALREADY HAVE RESERVATIONS AT HARD ROCK CAFÉ AND TICKETS TO FUN HOME TO SURPRISE THIS GIRL ARE YOU KIDDING ME”
• He’s not saying that out loud obviously but he’s just like “UM OR Saturday the 9th is also a viable party planning option woohoo!!!!” but Cory is like “Oh Farkle didn’t Riley tell you?? We’ll be in Philly on Saturday and Sunday because it’s my dad’s birthday.” And Farkle just quietly died inside but sells it with a smile lmao
• Okay so now Riley’s like we gotta UP OUR FUCKING GAME WE’RE GONNA NEED MONEY AND IT’S TIME TO HIT THE STREETS
• Cory’s just like “Sweetie rethink that sentence”
• But she’s already pulling her coat on and throwing Farkle his
• Topanga agrees to let them use her credit card but whatever they spend is going to eventually come out of Riley’s paycheck at the bakery which she’s chill with
• And we’re off!
• They still hadn’t finished going through everything in the Maya Section of the party planning book but what they had agreed on/narrowed down they had written down and put in a much smaller and easier to travel with folder that Riley held onto for dear life
• Their plan is almost immediately foiled when they walk out of the apartment building and run straight into Maya lmao
• Riley’s trying to hide the folder (that, naturally, reads “PLANS FOR MAYA’S SURPRISE SWEET SIXTEEN” in huge, bright red font) behind her back and she’s like “Peaches! Oh my God how funny it is to run into you here!!!”
• And Maya’s like ‘Riley I’m at your house everyday literally what are you talking about” and she starts to try to look behind her back cause it definitely looks like she’s holding something so Farkle’s just like “WOW I’M SO FUCKING COLD” and wraps his arms around Riley’s waist and presses into her back so her can rest his chin on top of her head and she drops her arms and they are literally now trying to hide this folder sandwiched between their bodies omfg
• So Maya’s like “Where were you guys going anyway?” and they’re like
• “Um…school” and the same time Farkle says “Mars.” Omfg
• Maya’s just staring at them and Farkle goes “I mean school” as Riley starts to say “Mars?” omfg
• Maya’s just like “Okay ignoring the fact we’re on winter break for another week and a half, what the hell are you talking about?”
• And Farkle starts babbling a little more to the point where Riley is literally just like “Stop talking you’re a disgrace” and he listens lmao
• So she turns back to Maya and she’s like “Well, Peaches, we know it’s winter break but you know how Farkle and I have that astrology class??? When we get back to school after break, it’s the teacher’s birthday! And poor Mr. Whatshisnameinson used to work for NASA and traveled to Mars in his youth and it’s all he ever talks about and so since he’s hitting the big 80 the whole class decided to get together and decorate the classroom to look like Mars. That is exactly where we are going. And it’s going to take literally all week to finish so we probably can’t hang out with you until Friday night I’m sorry dear.”
• Riley’s hoping against all hope that Maya dedicated enough time over these past 10 years to tuning her and Farkle’s space-talk out that she wouldn’t know nobody had ever been on the mars and their school doesn’t offer astrology to 10th graders
• Maya still looks suspicious as hell but she’s like “Alright then…see you?”
• But she like doesn’t walk away she’s still staring at them
• And she’s like “are you gonna go?”
• So Farkle’s just like “I’m still so fucking cold I hate the winter” and pulls Riley tighter and they both try to walk away while awkwardly connected like this so they won’t drop the folder and they keep stumbling and tripping and they just hear Maya mumble “They’re so much to put up with” before she heads into the bakery lmao
• They don’t feel fully safe from view yet though so they manage to stumble four blocks like that they got a few looks
• Okay so anyway first on the agenda: Find a damn location for this party
• Riley’s really worried that they’re going to have a hard time getting a place to rent out to them with only a week’s notice
• She’s right to be worried they piled up 2 days’ worth of rejections omfg
• All the banquet halls are turning them away. No restaurant will listen to their plea. Even the tiniest little places that are barely scrapping by and need money and people don’t want to try to rent their place on such late notice.
• And Riley really has her heart set on this being like a rager party she’s inviting basically everyone in school she can
• It’s literally now dinner time on the second day and they’re sitting in a tiny little dinner sadly eating soup and they’ve accomplished nothing omfg her spirits are slowly but surely dying
• Finally Farkle’s just like “Can I just rich asshole our way out of this one” because the girls are usually very aggressively against ever letting him spend money on either one of them but Riley’s really desperate so she’s like “I’ll hate myself for saying yes in exactly 2 weeks but go for it”
• He pulls out his phone and steps outside and comes back ten minutes later like “Kay I got Planet Hollywood to rent to us the whole night” and Riley’s just like ‘FARKLE WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WERE AIMING FOR AFFORDABLE BANQUET HALLS” and he’s just like “What I like Maya too and it’s one of her favorite restaurants”
• Riley is torn between excitement and horror because she spent 2 hours writing out a budget for this thing and she knows Farkle just ignored it all to get this place
• But at least now that they have a location (and food, thank God) they can get everything else together
• So now they’re flipping through their notes and Riley’s like “Okay so I guess that means we’re going with the red carpet theme instead of Under the Sea…”
• Farkle’s just like “See babe, I just knocked out 3 birds with one stone! Relax” but she’s still frowning at him and he just mumbles “Diamonds are stones let me have this Riley”
• That at least got her to laugh and lighten up a little bit lol
• So now they’re trying to split what else they need to do between them. Even though the place is decked out, Riley still thinks they should provide some extra decorations themselves. They also need to provide their own music so she’s looking for a DJ. Farkle was very insistent that Riley let him handle the cake and the flower arrangements for some reason, but she wasn’t questioning it.
• She probably should have questioned it because Farkle’s got a p l a n
• Riley also is trying to figure out how they can invite so many people with the short time they have and Farkle’s like “Oooh you know what my uncle just started up one of those weird design-your-own-e-vite companies so I’ll handle that too
• Basically she keeps listing off jobs for her to do and Farkle’s like “I’ll handle that” this goes on for a while but finally she’s like “Farkle wtf I’m not letting you plan Maya’s party by yourself this is my thing”
• And he was just like “I just wanna make this as easy and not stressful at all for you” and she smiles really sweetly and takes his hand over the table and says in a loving tone, “Well back the fuck off loser this is my party planning book and she’s my Peaches”
• And he laughs and says okay but in the back of his mind he’s running some logistics problem because his p l a n just got a little more complicated
• They head back to her place for the night (his parents don’t get back until the 11th yikes) and Cory and Topanga are pretty impressed by what they’ve worked out so far
• Riley wants to stay up to keep working out details and Farkle’s like “We’ve been running on 3 hours of sleep for the past 48 hours BED NOW” and basically shoves her in lol
• And she would have fought back but she’s been running off coffee and Monster for two whole days while trying to find a location and a MAJOR caffeine crash hit this poor girl omfg she was not alright she passed out mid-sentence
• Farkle takes advantage of that and sneaks out to go get Cory and Topanga in on his p l a n
• Riley wakes up from her coma the next day at 12:45 noon and she immediately starts screaming and is rushing across the hall to jump in the shower and rushes through that, gets back in her room by 12:50, and is hopping around trying to towel dry her hair and put clothes on at the same time and she’s got her phone pressed between her ear and shoulder but it’s anyone’s guess who she’s trying to call
• Farkle walks in on this scene, still in his pajamas and eating a sandwich, and just watches her hop around for a minute before saying between bites “You do know we don’t have school or anything today, right?”
• She’s glaring at him and she’s like “We only have FIVE DAYS to plan this party how are you calm STOP GETTING CRUMBS ON MY FLOOR”
• Farkle’s rolling his eyes at her and he’s like “I already sent out the invitations while you were asleep. Your parents and Auggie are out ordering the cake right now.”
• That calmed her down a little bit but she still had so much else to accomplish omfg
• But then, “Also…4 days, Riley. You slept all day yesterday from that crash.” And she’s LOOSING IT AGAIN
• So she’s now fully dressed and grabs him by his hoodie and starts dragging him out of the house and he’s like “babe stop I’m in my pajamas” and Riley’s all “You had all morning to do something about that” so now the boy is roaming the streets of New York in a Phillies sweatshirt, Star Wars pajama pants, and bunny slippers that he swears are Riley’s (they aren’t Riley’s).
• So she’s dragging him in the general direction of a flower shop when she suddenly gasps and turns to Farkle in horror and she’s like “My parents are getting the cake???? They don’t know any of the details! We had barely worked out details on that yet!”
• And he’s like “Well I told them you wanted it tiered right?”
• “How many layers though???”
• “Um…a lot?”
• And now she’s freaking out over what flavor they got and what color icing and “Have you met my father, he’s probably gonna order a carrot cake!” and whether or not there will be enough to feed everyone invited
• And she’s really in the zone during this rant omg her eyes are really wide but Farkle’s pretty sure she has no idea what’s going on around her so he just grabs her hand and gently starts pulling her towards the flower store while she’s still panicking over this cake situation
• Once she smells all the flowers she snaps out of it lmao
• But omfg this ends up stressing her even more
• Maya’s favorite flowers are Blue Orchids so she tries to order a lot of those and the dude working in the shop is like “Sorry we don’t have any blue orchids
• And Riley’s like “…Sir you’re literally standing in front of a couple blue Orchids. I can see them right behind you.” And he’s like “No sorry no orchids whatsoever.”
• “Do you mean you just don’t have enough blue orchids to fit my order? Like I can afford to get more than one type of flower sir.” And he’s just like “Little girl we have no Blue Orchids. Blue Orchids don’t even exist, I think? You must be confused. No Orchids. Aren’t orchids spiders? Why are you trying to order blue spiders in a flower store?”
• And Riley’s just standing there with her mouth hanging open like r u fcking kiddin me
• “Sir trust me I’m obsessed with flowers and I know flowers and those are Blue Orchids right there!”
“You claim to know flowers, yet you ask for spiders, and I’m the one working in the flower shop.”
• Riley just. Doesn’t even know what to do here she’s so confused.
• Farkle is trying SO HARD not to laugh omfg he’s just like “Uh, Riles, why don’t you just try to order another kind of flower?”
• So she’s just like ugh fine okay can I order some violets then?
• “Sorry we have no violins, this is a flower store.”
• “VIOLETS. LIKE THE FLOWERS.”
• “Little girl we do not sell spiders or violins I’m sorry.”
• “THERE IS A FRIDGE WITH VIOLETS IN IT RIGHT THERE” and she’s angrily pointing at this walk in fridge right next to her and this guy is just like “Sorry no we don’t have any.” And Farkle’s about to lose his no-laughing battle
• Riley plucks a single red rose out of a display on the counter and is like “Can I buy this?” and this guy is just like “Little girl there is nothing in your hand I think you may need some help.” And Riley’s about to scream in frustration but Farkle’s already dragging her out of the store lmao
• And they’re now just walking down the street and she’s sputtering out random noises phrased like questions she’s so confused about what just happened and she’s not appreciating Farkle’s quiet laughter
• She just gives him a look and it’s meant to be threatening but he just fucking doubles over and loses it laughing omfg
• She’s so worked up like what can she even do now
• Farkle’s just like “Riley okay listen I’ll handle the flowers on another day I promise but you don’t look like you can deal with people right now.”
• As if on cue, her parents and Auggie walk out of a nearby store and she’s immediately back in ‘panic-about-the-cake’ mode and is asking them a million questions
• And Cory’s just like “Sweetie, Sweetie don’t worry. We went with our guts and got half butter recipe and half carrot with bright green frosting!!!!”
• And Riley’s just like “FATHER DEAR THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES.”
• And Topanga and Auggie are like lol Riley he’s not joking that was the best and most obvious option
• And she’s just. Screaming.
• She literally just goes ‘Farkle fix this’ and starts banging her head on the side of the nearest building
• And she can hear Farkle going ‘Guys Maya is allergic to butter recipe cake remember??” and they’re just like “Well that’s why we got half carrot too!!! Options!” and Farkle just goes “Wow you’re right Mr. Matthews that is some sound logic I’ll see you at dinner.” And literally just waves them off lmao
• Riley just looks at Farkle and she looks SO SAD OMG and goes “Maya hates green,” and Farkle says “Yeah I remember” and now she’s groaning into his chest in defeat and Farkle’s hugging her trying to calm her down and says “Riley okay I get it we’re having problems but aren’t you possibly being a little too emotional about this right now?”
• And he hears her mutter into his chest “I just wanna give my best friend an amazing birthday party.”
• “Well yeah, so do I.”
• “No, she’s my best friend, go find someone else.”
• “…Can you be my best friend?”
• “I’m your girlfriend, dumbass.”
• “Well nobody else knows that!”
• “That’s not my problem!”
• “I…It was- it was literally your idea-“
• “Shut up, please?”
• But he’s succeeded in calming her down and cheering her up a little so she’s got a tiny smile back at least
• So now they’re off to try to get some extra decorations. Like, Planet Hollywood is already decked out with a bunch of movie memorabilia and famous costumes and stuff, but Riley thinks it could help to get some balloons and streamers and stuff that match their color scheme that she BARELY HAS
• She was hoping for blue and gold because the Orchids and then she felt the gold complemented them nicely and the aesthetic felt very Maya
• But of course apparently blue orchids were out of the question for some crazy reason so now she’s guessing they’re gonna have to go red and gold for the overall Hollywood theme
• Which lowkey feels like a copout to her especially since there’s already a red carpet there why should we bother with more red
• But apparently the universe wants this party to go a certain way whether she likes it or not. Ugh.
• Farkle knows she’s upset but he’s not saying anything because tbh her pouty huffy face is too cute he doesn’t know how to handle it
• Okay so they hit up just a regular Party City right
• And they waste hours in there
• Because they keep bickering over specifics of what they need and Farkle keeps trying on ridiculous wigs while Riley’s yelling “This is no time to be cute!” and they keep getting distracted by a bunch of random knickknacks and the other people in the store keep laughing at them lmao
• They come across an isle filled with silly string and Farkle whispers “the Promised Land” and Riley’s whisper shouting at him in an effort strained voice “NO, Farkle, we need to exercise self-control!” and Farkle’s like “We could buy it for the party!” and Riley’s like “We both know it wouldn’t last that long!” omfg this goes on for 10 minutes they’re so dramatic
• Farkle keeps trying to get balloons that aren’t red and gold and he doesn’t understand why it’s annoying Riley and she’s shoving the folder in his face slowly annunciating “Color Scheme.”
• “Why are the sticky eyeballs even out, Halloween was months ago?”
• “Who cares we both know Maya would fucking love them.”
• Omfg the stumbled into the little Sweet Sixteen specific area and Farkle’s like “We are absolutely getting Maya Hart a sparkly Sweet Sixteen Princess Tiara and sash to embarrass her” and Riley’s like “Oh yeah totally no doubt.”
• So they’ve been here for too long it’s like almost 7:00 o’clock omfg but Riley has officially triple checked the list and is feeling safe enough to go pay
• And they get to the front of the line and the cashier is ringing all this shit up and he looks at Farkle and is like “Weren’t you here yesterday?”
• And Farkle’s like “no wtf I’ve never even been inside this store before.”
• And the cashier was like “No you were totally here with a blonde girl yesterday!”
• And Farkle’s like “I don’t know any blonde girls. I’ve literally never even seen a blonde person before in my life!”
• And this cashier looks so confused omfg he’s like “Aren’t…Aren’t you blond?”
• And Farkle is wide eyed and looks like he’s about to reveal a deep dark secret and just whispers “I’ve never seen my own reflection before…”
• And Riley’s just looking at him like wtf but the cashier apparently bought this???? And just goes ‘dude’ and hands over a mini mirror for Farkle to look in omfg
• Farkle gasps loudly when he looks in the mirror and whispers “You’ve changed my life,” and he looks like he’s on the brink of tears and the cashier (who Riley has determined is high as a kite) was so moved by this whole experience he only charged them for half omg
• So they get out of the store and Farkle is acting like none of that even happened and Riley’s just looking at him like????? Wtf was that???? And he’s like listen who knows
• And she’s just like “Why were you there with Maya yesterday?” because no matter how unreliable that guy was Farkle wouldn’t have acted so ridiculously if he wasn’t afraid of getting caught
• And he’s like “I wasn’t there with Maya who said Maya???”
• “How many other blondes do we know?”
• “It could have been Lucas!”
• “Lucas…is not a girl, babe.”
• “Can you prove that indefinitely?”
• “I mean…yes, yes I can?”
• And finally Farkle’s just like “fine while you were asleep yesterday I hung out with Maya but I didn’t want you to know that she doesn’t believe our “turning a classroom into Mars all week” story because I was worried it would stress you out”
• And she’s like “Okay that’s fine but why were you guys in Party City???” and Farkle says Maya’s doing some new art project and she needed wigs for some reason or another
• Which is reasonable enough for Riley so she drops it but she still thinks he’s acting weird
• So they head home for dinner because it’s getting late and Riley’s still pissed they couldn’t get anything done about flowers today and the cakes a disaster and now they’re only gonna have 3 days left she’s really stressing
• So she wakes up early the next morning ready to go and Topanga is just like “literally no you need to take a break for a few minutes lets go to the nail salon” and Riley’s like “A MANI-PEDI WOULD BE MARVELOUS RIGHT NOW BUT I HAVE THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT” but Topanga is literally dragging her out the door lmao
• And she’s like “okay this is an hour at most I can relax and then handle the rest of the day” but noooooooo Topanga then wanted them to go get haircuts and Starbucks and other really random things and Riley’s just like “Mom you’re only stressing me out more can you please try to bond with me when I’m not trying to plan a very important thing in 3 days u g h”
• So eventually Topanga compromises and her and Riley go shopping for birthday presents for Maya together so that calmed her down a bit
• So they shop around for a bit- Topanga finds some cute clothes she thinks Maya would like, Riley gets her some new paints, a purse and finds this super cute golden necklace that had the sun and the moon on it lol
• By the time they finish up for the day it’s like 3:30 omfg
• Topanga heads back up to the apartment with their bags but Riley decides she wants to grab a smoothie first so she heads into the bakery
• And is immediately surprised to see Maya and Farkle heads pressed together, whispering about something. They jump in surprise when they see her and Maya not-so-secretly stuffs something into her backpack
• Riley just looks at them for a moment and goes “Are you cheating on me?”
• Lol Maya’s just like “Which…Which one of us was that directed at?”
• “I honestly have no idea.”
• So now they’re laughing and Riley gets her smoothie and sits down with them and the three of them just chill for a bit, talking about school and their other friends and whatnot
• Riley’s actually feeling relaxed for the first time all week because she’s just hanging out with her two favorite people
• Suddenly Maya gets a text and she’s like “Oh shoot, gotta go, dinner” and they’re like wait what
• It’s now 7 holy shit
• They wasted 3 and half hours having fun but now the second Maya’s out the door Riley’s in PANIC MODE
• Farkle can hear the Kill Bill sirens going off this girl is about to blow
• And they’re heading back up to the apartment and Riley’s gone from listing everything they still need to do to now listing all the ways she’s an utter failure and Farkle’s just like omfg please take a deep breath
• “We haven’t even figured out how to get her to the party yet! ‘Hey Maya, don’t ask questions, just put on a nice dress and come to Planet Hollywood!’ she’s not gonna go for that, she’ll figure it out!”
• And Farkle’s like “I’ll just tell her I got extra tickets to a show and she should dress nice Riley please calm down”
• Like he also adores Maya to the moon and back but he’s really not getting why Riley is stressing herself to death over this party. If anything, he’s got more to lose than her considering he’s orchestrating an evil p l a n behind her back and doing what he can to get this party set up right. He’s not stressed, should he be? He’s stressing out more about Riley’s stress than anything else. Why does everything about existing in high school have to be stressful omfg
• So now he’s realizing there’s gotta be something more to this that has Riley stressing but she’s clearly not offering up specifics ugh
• So now they’re up in her room and she’s going through the huge book she made while he looks over her shoulder right
• And he can’t help but grin because it is also a scrapbook so she’s got some really cute pictures of the three of them in there from when they were younger, along with ideas hastily added and scribbled out, stickers for bullet points, everything organized with colored tabs. She really did go all out for this
• So he’s flipping through some pages now but she’s yelling at him for getting too close to the Farkle Section because “your birthday isn’t until March, that remains top secret!”
• And so Farkle finally asks her “back in 6th grade, what made you decide to plan our birthdays this obsessively?”
• And she’s like “Don’t you remember anything? Maya’s mom could never really afford to throw her any big parties until her 12th birthday, and it ended up being a total disaster because everyone got food poisoning and her grandmothers cat somehow managed to die inside the piñata and we all discovered that much too late?” and Farkle’s like shit because yeah how could anyone forget that day
• So Riley’s like “And Maya slept over my house and cried for like 3 days after that and she’s never tried to have a real party since then and since Sweet Sixteen’s always get built up to be this huge moment in your life- like, I just knew if I spent so much time planning it, it could be the one thing I could control perfectly and Maya wouldn’t be let down and she’d have an amazing birthday memory.”
• Okay so now this makes some sense to him omfg
• And then Riley says “And, um, I added you to it because, well, Maya and I were always the only people to turn up to your parties when we were younger and you always insisted it was fine but I could tell it really upset you. So, I thought that even though special sixteenth birthday parties tend to be looked at as more of a girls thing, that if any guy deserved a day to feel awesome and special and have a huge amazing rager party, it was you.”
• And he’s like f u c k I love you omfg
• “And then I kinda just added in my section as an afterthought, I guess. I don’t know. I just got really into the whole thing, it doesn’t matter now. But anyway, that’s why I’m so worried about none of this coming together!”
• And Farkle doesn’t really know how to reassure her of anything without exposing what he’s doing behind her back, so he just promises it’ll all be fine and they fall asleep
• The next couple days are just Riley running around trying to fix the problems, but nothings coming together
• Farkle assured her that he took care of flowers but she doesn’t see when he could have done that
• She begged and pleaded with the bakery hired to make the cake but the head baker insisted on no refunds and no changing the order omfg
• Farkle is just like “babe it’s okay they serve dessert at the restaurant” but she’s like “yeah and none of it is birthday cake????”
• Farkle thinks he’s spent more time reassuringly rubbing her arms this past week than he’s spent actually getting stuff done for this party
• Riley wakes up the morning of the 8th to Farkle giving her a box of chocolates whispering “Happy one month!” so her parents won’t hear and she’s hugging him but also groaning and going “It didn’t even occur to me to get you anything oh my God-“ and he’s trying to convince her that it’s fine because she’s obviously been a little preoccupied omfg
• But no now she’s officially mad at herself so he’s like ‘share the chocolate and we’ll call it even, okay?”
• And okay so the whole day is spent rushing around the house, trying to wrap presents and gather up all the decorations and Farkle and Cory and Topanga are all making calls to make sure everything is still in place
• Lucas and Zay actually come over at one point to take the decorations so they can go help the staff set up themselves, and that way Riley doesn’t have to get there early and then leave to get Maya and come back again
• And she feels a little nervous putting the fate of the decorations in their hands specifically but they made a good point about her have to go back and forth so she gives in
• It’s about 6:30 when everyone starts getting dressed
• It’s a semi-formal dress code for the party since the theme is Hollywood and whatnot
• Riley ends up looking like a goddess in this deep purple knee length dress, with dark red lipstick and her hair curled omg
• Farkle’s just like “You are making it so hard to act like I’m not dating you holy shit”
• She thinks he looks amazing in his suit and his tie was covered in blue in purple swirls
• So it’s time to get a move on! Her family (and everyone else obviously) are gonna meet them there, Farkle calls his family driver to come pick them up so they can go get Maya
• In the car Farkle is like “Remember I told her I got tickets for Fun Home so that’s what you should talk about in the car. She only thinks we’re going to the restaurant for a normal dinner before the show!” and Riley’s like “Aye-Aye!” but her stomach is all in knots she’s so fucking worried this is going to go wrong somehow and the party will be awful
• Maya’s in a shiny blue dress and they have their usual cutesy greeting and are gushing over how great the other looks as Farkle is texting nonstop
• And Maya’s like “Yeah can’t wait to see Chicago woohoo!” and Riley’s like “I thought it was Fun Home?” and inside she’s like ‘Farkle ya done fucked up now she’s gonna be suspicious’
• Farkle’s looking at Maya like he’s going to murder her for some reason omfg he mumbles something like ‘why would I take you to see Chicago?’ but before anyone can do anything to save this awkward moment they arrive at the restaurant
• So they’re climbing up the steps right everything is chill and normal except everyone who is hiding a surprise party is fucking nervous now
• So they get up to the floor and are suddenly hearing ‘Surprise!’ and cameras are flashing and there’s cheering and both girls are just screaming
• Because there’s a big blowup poster hanging on a far wall and it’s a black and white picture of the girls hugging when they were like six and there’s a huge banner that reads “HAPPY BIRTHDAY RILEY AND MAYA” omg
• There’s BLUE ORCHIDS AND VIOLETS EVERYWHERE and purple and silver balloon had been added to the blue and gold mix (the red Riley had bought had been veto-d out by Zay) and way too many cans of silly string and this huge tiered cake that could definitely feed everyone there that had blue and purple icing and read on top “Honey&Peaches Sweet Sixteen!”
• Everyone’s still talking at once and Riley’s like ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ and Maya’s looking at Farkle going ‘You played me!’ and Riley’s like ‘Maya what do you mean???’
• And Maya’s like “he called me like 5 days ago and said he was still pissed everyone missed your birthday so we were planning a surprise party for you! I didn’t think he’d throw my birthday in!”
• And Riley’s like “NO PEACHES OH MY GOD WE’VE BEEN PLANNING YOU’RE SURPRISE PARTY FOR EVEN LONGER I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS GONNA THROW ME IN!”
• And they’re both just screaming back and forth at each other as everyone laughs and Farkle is feeling so fucking accomplished finally one of his plans didn’t fail miserably!
• Now Maya’s yanking Farkle over by his tie demanding to know how tf he pulled this off
• After Riley had passed into a caffeine coma, Farkle had dragged her huge party planning book out to show Cory and Topanga. They agreed tricking the girls into a joint surprise party wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, and called Maya to tell her they were only planning one for Riley. Maya and Farkle got most of the decoration and flower shopping done the day Riley was asleep. Farkle knew Riley would wanna do flowers the moment she woke up, so he waited until Maya was out of ear shot and payed the guy off to refuse to sell any flowers when he eventually comes in here again with a brown haired girl (it didn’t occur to him he’d need to do that at Party City), but then to actually put her order in once she left. He and the Matthews then came up with the best cake idea they could (marbled with the blue and purple frosting), but Cory had apparently decided to convince her it was awful just to mess with her and Farkle couldn’t exactly expose him and the Secret Genius Plan in the middle of the street like that. Then, Topanga kept Riley for most of the day so Maya and Farkle could go hunting for DJ’s. They ended up not being able to find any on such short notice, but Maya decided to call Josh and ask (see: demand) that him and his “lame-ass band” come play the party “unless, of course, you hate your niece or something.” (Farkle later filled him in that it was also a surprise for Maya too so they built up a list of songs to cover that both girls would die for). He had sent out the e-vites to the school specifying that it was a party for both the girls and lucked out that neither of them had thought to ask to see them. He had nabbed the cute picture of the girls out of Riley’s scrapbook the night she told him why she was so invested/stressed out about the party, and while Riley was arguing with the bakery, he snuck out, gave the picture to Isadora, and she had it blown up to the big banner it now was. He had Lucas and Zay pick up decorations from both Maya and Riley’s house so neither girl would feel obligated to be at the restaurant early to decorate, because that obviously would’ve ruined the surprise. He found out what color dresses both girls were wearing (which miraculously worked out perfectly with the improvised color scheme, he has no idea how that happened) and got a tie so he could match both of them. Then obviously, he told each girl to act like they were going to see a show, got his driver to take them there, and voila!
• Riley and Maya are just staring at him with their mouths gaping open like h o l y s h i t and he’s trying not to laugh at their expressions. By the time he finishes his big monologue, even though he hasn’t done it in literally three years, his joy and pride and actually pulling this off makes him end the speech with a huge “THANK YOU, I AM FARKLE!” which sends everyone into hysterics omfg
• The girls start squealing and freaking the fuck out and hugging him and everyone there with a camera caught some fucking adorable shots of the three of them
• They make the girls do the fake red carpet walk and get some cute shots of the two of them in front of the green screen
• Maya’s so ecstatic at all of this and Riley’s more than a little overwhelmed omfg
• The night goes on and they have the Best Party Ever and the girls are more or less joined at the hip all night and are super distracted by everything going on but they aren’t letting Farkle get too far from them with the huge crowd
• Josh knew the story of drunk Farkle singing ‘She Will Be Loved’ at the girls so his band decided to play it at one point and they had to figure out how to three-way slow dance it was great
• Riley and Farkle managed to sneak away for a few minutes under the guise of ‘getting air’ and ‘using the bathroom’ separately but they met up outside and Farkle tried to say something but then Riley kissed him hard enough he literally got dizzy and forgot whatever it was he snuck out to tell her
• So she just says “Happy anniversary!” before she heads back inside and he yells “Happy birthday!” at her retreating figure and he could hear her giggle in response
• The party goes all night and everyone agrees it was amazing
• Maya opened the presents Riley got for her and she loved the paints and the bag but when she saw the necklace she shrieked and Riley was like “what???” and Maya’s like “OPEN YOUR PRESENT” and obviously it was the same necklace omfg
• So that had them squealing even more
• A world record for amounts of squealing in one night was probably shattered tbh
• Lucas and Zay were going too hard on the dance floor and Lucas got a concussion do you think anyone will ever let him live that down
• But anyway yeah Riley loves her friends way too much and they love her way too much in return and Farkle is always going to go completely out of his way to make sure the ‘Ladies’ are happy
• MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN

This is our home now || Derek Hale

Prompt:  hi, could you write an imagine where the reader and derek have been going out for a while and she moves in with him and even though she loves the loft, she asks him if she can make it more homey and he says yes and leaves her to it so she gets things like curtains, lamps, rug etc and later he’s surprised by how nice it is and the pack come over and are surprised at the place being so different too and end up spending the most time there bc it’s so comfy and homey and lots of fluff please xoxo

Pairing: Derek x reader 

words: 1,252

A/n: I am extremely sorry it took me so long to write this ugh. It didn’t turn out the way I wanted it, i’m sorry, it must be the lack of sleep i’m having u_u but i hope you like it, and again I’m so sorry. and it’s so late ugh 

Originally posted by tylersposey

Relationships were never your thing until you met Derek, he made you see the world in a different perspective and helped you understand why being alone it wasn’t always good; the two of you complemented each other, he was serious and headstrong, you were easy going and reasonable. Derek had fallen for you so much that he had told you about the supernatural, at first it was something hard to process but once you did it, your first instinct was to do a massive research trying to learn and understand as much as possible. 

That was two years ago and now you were moving in with him, a huge step for both of you; his loft was extremely large and spacious, there was a really tall window across the front door, the building in general was painted with a shade of gray that killed the vibe of such an amazing place. At first, you didn’t want to say anything because it was his place, but if you two were going to live under the same roof, it had to be comfortable for both, so one morning you decided to tell him.

“Hey, Derek” you said while cooking breakfast

“Hhmm,” he mumbled typing something on his computer

“I was thinking that maybe we could make a few changes” you bit your bottom lip

He lifted his head to see you “What do you mean?”

You turned off the stove and turned around “I mean… the loft always looks so empty and dead”

He raised his eye brow “I thought you liked the loft”

“I do! I really do, but I was thinking maybe we could redecorate, just a little?” You closed your eyes, you didn’t mean to offend him or the loft “I totally understand if you don’t want to, it’s your place after all”

“No,” he said firmly, you nodded and turned around “it’s our place” Derek knew how empty and simple the loft was, but he never had the time to think about it until now

You turned around and looked at him confused “what do you mean?”

“I mean you live here too, right? So that makes it your place too and if you feel like the loft needs a makeover, go ahead! Give it your special touch” he said looking at you

You couldn’t help but smile and run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck saying ‘thank you’ over and over again.

You kissed his cheek “did you know you’re the best?” you were sitting on his lap with your arms resting on his shoulders “I already pictured it in my mind, we could go to Home Depot and maybe IKEA together and choose a color palette and the new furniture, it’s gonna be amazing!” You were out of breath and 

Derek smiled"You look so excited about all this"  he placed a hair tress behind your ear “but shopping stresses me out and I’m sure you have better taste than me when it comes to things like this”

“I know but I thought it would be nice if we did it together” you gave him a sad smile

“How about this? I’ll be in Mexico for a week and when I come back we could go to Home Depot and buy all the new furniture”

You pretended to think about it for a second “yes, I’ll take it. When are you leaving?”

“in a few hours”


You had breakfast and Derek left after that, you were definitely not waiting a week to redecorate the loft. You had magazines scattered all over the living room floor, your laptop was on the coffee table with the home pages of Home Depot, Target and IKEA; you couldn’t do this all by yourself so you called for backup. Lydia was there in less than fifteen  minutes, you liked her style and taste, obviously she had been your first option; you spent two days deciding the color palette and ended up choosing a neutral one, the basic colors being different shades of gray, black and brown. You went shopping for the furniture and paint; Lydia was three years younger than you, but she knew what she was talking about when it came to combinations and stuff like that, you got to know her a lot better and her story as a banshee. After 5 cups of coffee and eight hours, the loft was completely painted and ready to be redecorated, the stores sent you the furniture and you and Lydia started planning where to put them. 

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fic: Lonely in Pink (1/3)

PG-13 | Angst | Humor | Romance | Age difference

Summary: Blaine is 27, a doctor with a three year old girl. Kurt is 18, fresh out of high school, with pink hair and combat boots. Equally drowning, they could both use a hand.

(as per usual, many thanks to notthetoothfairy)

Read it on Ao3 or FF.net

Part 1 – They Meet

Blaine watches Emmy for a moment to make sure she’s fallen asleep, before he turns his attention to the phone in his hand, eyes scanning the park and crowd around him quickly, as he unlocks the screen, scrolls through his apps and then stops, thumb hovering over the tinder logo.

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she left a week to roam [1/??]

Fandom: Gravity Falls
Word count: 5,208
Relationship: Mabel/Pacifica, also Pacifica being friends with multiple people.
Genre: This is one of those weird things where you kind of have to wait for it to start making sense. Adventure/Mystery, some angst, lots of pining, I’m doing that “taking cartoons way too seriously” thing again, sorry. 

Summary: Mabel isn’t here. If she had simply moved back to California that would be one thing; the distance to Piedmont is trifling to someone with Pacifica’s resources. But it’s beyond that: on a fundamental level, carved in stone on the world’s foundations, Mabel isn’t here.

Additional notes: i wanted to write a quick, fluffy thing because i’m super enamored with the unapologetically adorable and quirky content of the mabifica tag. this is not that thing.

blame this song, mostly.

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