Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx

I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level.
Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills.
Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.

Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.  
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out.
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”.
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.

Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.”
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Thanks, Y/N”.
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”

Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team.

I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.”
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.  
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh.
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch.
“Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more.
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump.
I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed.
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on.
He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom.
I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

The Heat!

Pairing: J-Hope x Reader
Genre: Fluff (very soft)
Summary: Your boyfriend of a few months is taking you as his plus one to his cousin’s wedding, and his reaction is more than desirable when he sees you all fancied up for the occasion (based off of the picture above ^)

Word Count: 1,213

A/N: @guksthighs you wanted this, and here it is.  You’ll probably be one of the only ones reading it lol. 

Anyways, enjoy lovelies!


You heard your name being called enthusiastically from down the hallway, probably from the living room where you remember leaving your boyfriend about an hour ago in favor of heading to the bathroom to start getting ready; you both were attending his cousin’s wedding later that evening.  You swore to yourself, realizing that if his voice was coming from the living room, it meant that he had not started getting ready yet, and you really didn’t want him to be late to his own cousin’s wedding, where he was supposed to be one of the groomsmen.  

“Yes, Hobi?”

You heard a small giggle before he answered you. “Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were still there.”

You found yourself staring at your reflection, now sporting a huge smile because of the dork you had magically found yourself in love (and sharing an apartment) with.  

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John’s Daughter – Part 2

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Castiel

Words: 1,478

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Author’s Note: Here you go, part 2 of John’s Daughter! I hope you all like it! Can you all believe Christmas is next week? I’m not sure if anything will be posted or not, maybe the Monday after. – Haley xx

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Part 1

The past few days at Bobby’s were very quiet. Dean wouldn’t talk to me unless Sam or Cas made him. Sam went into town one day and I went with him, just wanting to ride in the impala one more time. I told him about how I always knew it was Dad coming down my driveway just by the rumble of the engine. Sam said I was a lot like Dean.

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Morning Weightlifting Zarya x Reader

I am sin ,this writing is sin, poorly written sin…..ENJOY!


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“ Good morning everybody!” Tracer said as she walked into the living room with a apple in her hand and a smile on her face.” Isn’t it a lovely morning?” she was met by grumbles from soldier 76. Everybody was tired, but happy. Today was an off day, nothing to do except kick back and relax.

“ Hey, you guys seen y/n?” D.va asked.” I want to pwn them in gta!” She said with a grin and Mcree chuckled.

“ Last time i saw they were on their way to the training room with Zarya.”

“ What? But y/n HATES training, what would they be doing down there with zarya?” She asked and Mcree chuckled at her innocence.

“ I’ll explain when your older junior.”


“ Fuck!”

“ Keep going!”

“ I can’t go any harder!”

“ you’re almost there!”

“ I can’t take it anymore!”

A loud clang sounded throughout the gym as you dropped the weights and groaned.” Jesus Christ Z, how the hell do you do this everyday??” You asked and she chuckled.

“ You get used to the feeling after a while, you begin to love it.” You snorted and sat down, taking a swig of your water.

“ Yeah, don’t count on it. But i’ve gotta say, i do appreciate the end product.” You said as you let your eyes roam her body.

“ Really my love?” She asked and you nodded.

“ Mhm, and don’t act like you don’t know.” You said and she cleared her throat.

“ I- don’t know what your talking about-”

“ Yeah right, is that why you flex all the time? Not that i’m complaining of course.” You said and she leaned in close to you with a grin.

“ Well you’ve done some hard work today y/n, i think you deserve a little something in return.” she said as you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer.

“ I have a little something in mind.”


“ Well, i think i’m gonna go hit the gym!” Tracer said,” run a few practice rounds and-”

“ Nope.” reaper said as he walked past her,coming from the gym. “ The gym is…occupied.”

“ What?” Tracer said, “ By who?I’m sure they wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“ Just….don’t.” He said before retreating to his room, if he wasn’t wearing his mask they would have seen how red his face was.

He’s never stepping foot in that gym again.


I’m sorry thisi is so short! Im happy i wrote this, i really want to write a lot of zarya so please please please request her!!! I hope you guys have a good day and a good fourth of july!Byye!!!

Hotter Than You

[Summary - So Dean’s waited years to find out what Cas’ skin tastes like. And when he finally does, everything goes wrong again, because his life is just that much fun, and goddamit.]

Written as a tumblr thank you.

So Dean is a lying liar who lies, but even by his standards, this day is going to be one for the fucking ages.

“And you noticed when you woke up?” Sam asks, and, again, he does that frown, like he’s trying not to laugh, because he’s a good brother and wants to be supportive and Dean should definitely remember that the next time he’s about to scrub his armpits with Sam’s toothbrush or something.

(He won’t, though.

Not a chance in hell.)

“Yes,” Dean says, firmly.

(A sigh. A moan. His hands desperately seeking more skin, pressing under Cas’ shirt, almost completely unbuttoned. Looking up in the sudden flash of a passing car’s headlights, and seeing his own face staring down at him.)

“And you don’t remember what you were doing, you know, before?”

“No,” Dean says, even more firmly; and then he adds, for good measure, “Just normal stuff, I guess.”

(Cas standing up, almost stumbling in the unfamiliar body. Cas blushing when he’d realized his fly was undone. Cas looking at him, as if begging him to say something, anything, and then disappearing in the usual flutter of disturbed curtains and papers.)

“Mh,” Sam says, his eyes moving around the motel room before looking Dean up and down. “You’re going to be weird about this, aren’t you?”

“No,” Dean says -

(How can it not be weird, though? If this had happened at any other time, he’d probably be cursing in exasperation and then giving in to the sleazy, unforgivable, inevitable curiosity - he’d be undressing himself, discovering what Cas’ body is like - his body, goddammit, because this is not a vessel, not anymore.

But now -)

- and, of course, he’s lying again.

Sam acts like he doesn’t notice that because his arm is still in a cast, and that means that despite his freakish size, Dean could totally take him and Sam knows it.

(He did get 174 on his SATs, after all.)

“Well, first thing we gotta do is find Cas.”

“Yeah, thanks, Sherlock - think I haven’t tried that yet? I called him and looked for him and prayed to the damn bastard -”

“We don’t know if Cas is in any shape to be seen or answer calls,” Sam points out, reasonably. “Your body was never made to be his vessel. Maybe it exploded, or something.”

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it. Of course, he’s seen Cas standing up and zapping out in his, Dean’s, body, but that doesn’t mean Sam couldn’t be right. That doesn’t mean Cas’ actually okay, and not pink mist on a wall somewhere. That doesn’t mean squat.

Sam sees the expression on his face and backtracks at once - in a very awkward, unconvincing way.

“Which I’m sure would be fine. Cas can probably put it back. He did it before, right?”

Yeah. When he raised Dean from literal Hell, and how can Sam be so fucking casual about this - how can he talk about Dean’s body as if it’s nothing, just an it kind of thing that can be discarded and replaced at will -

But thinking about his own body, and what Cas is doing with it right now, and what he was doing with Cas in the first place - that’s something Dean can’t do, so he lets the whole thing slide.

“Dean?” Sam adds, and God, he still looks so goddamn earnest -

“My body was made for the archangel Michael, bitch. I think it can handle a dorky seraph,” Dean snaps, and that’s the complete truth, for whatever it’s worth.

Sam kind of smiles and kind of hums in agreement, then moves to the desk, even if there’s nothing there, and that means Dean can now see himself in the mirror that’s right in front of him.

And, goddammit, Cas looks so hot in his clothes.

Because, yeah, Dean was not about to stand around in his underwear and wait for Sam to find him, but getting dressed was still, very clearly,  a mistake, because his life is unfair and wrong on every level and Jesus fuck, look at the guy - Dean’s jeans are a perfect fit, and the old Grateful Dead t-shirt makes him look different, but good different, somehow; dangerous, but not in Cas’ usual I’ll smite you right now dangerous - more of a I give the best head in the state but I’ll use my fucking teeth if I fucking want to vibe.

“Where do you think we should look?” Sam asks, now fidgeting with his tablet, and Dean turns away from the mirror, because he’s not about to get a goddamn boner when looking at himself - or, even worse, at Cas.

No matter what happened last night.

Which was clearly a mistake, and something Cas now regrets.

If he’s even alive, that is.

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Dreams (Ashton Imagine)


You sat on his couch, watching a movie and drinking hot tea as the rain fell heavily outside. You heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to find him rubbing his eyes. His eyebrows rose when he saw you swaddled in a blanket on his sofa. “Morning,” you chirped.

“Hey,” he replied, a confused expression on his face. “I… what are you doing here?”

“I had a fight with my parents late last night, and I had to get out of there, so I slept here.”

“How’d you get in?”

“I know where you hide the key.”

He rolled his eyes, crossing the room to sit next to you. He took the mug from your hands and took a sip. “You could’ve come upstairs, you know. You were probably freezing down here.”

You crinkled your nose. “But you’re a boy.”

He laughed softly. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I could kiss you right now and it wouldn’t even be weird.” As if to prove his point, he put a hand on your neck and leaned in. Your lips met.

You jerked awake as your phone began to ring. You blinked quickly, dazed, before reaching to your bedside table to answer the phone. Checking the caller ID, you blew out a long breath. “Hello?” you answered.

“Okay, so I realise that I probably just woke you, actually, I know I just woke you because your voice is all scratchy, but I’ve been sitting in your driveway for like 15 minutes, so if you could let me in, that would be awesome.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I brought breakfast.”


A moment later, you opened your front door to reveal a tall, curly haired boy smiling on your doorstep with a paper bag in one hand and a stack of CD’s in the other. “Oh, you look lovely today,” he greeted you sarcastically. You tried to close the door on him, but he pushed his way into the house. “You’re great in the mornings, have I ever told you?” he asked, making his way to the kitchen. You followed slowly and dropped into a bar stool. “Where are your parents?”

“I thought I told you, they went camping for the week.”

“Excellent, the house to ourselves, then. We are so domestic.” Your stomach turned, and you couldn’t look him in the eye. You grabbed a bagel from the paper bag and began hastily spreading cream cheese on it. “Is everything okay, Y/N?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, just tired,” you lied, shoving the bagel into your mouth. “I’m gonna go shower,” you mumbled through your full mouth, walking hastily down the hall.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” he shouted after you.

Turning on the shower, you stepped under the stream of water, letting the warmth calm you. You felt so confused after that dream. What the hell was that dream about? It was so strange; you had never seen Ashton as anything but a best friend. But as he had leaned towards you in that dream, you felt something. Butterflies? No, you couldn’t. You couldn’t like Ashton. He was ASHTON. There was no way you were feeling this way. You sighed, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

He was sitting on your bed when you walked into your bedroom, wrapped only in a towel. You gasped. “Ash, get out!”

He looked up from the book he was reading, surprised. He grinned at you, not even bothering to look anywhere but your face. “Come on, Y/N,” he said, and looked back down at his book.

“I’m serious, Ash.”

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, now closing his book.

“Just get out!”

He stood and walked out, giving you a strange look. You could feel that your cheeks were bright red. Locking the door behind him, you changed quickly and dried your hair. When you emerged from your room, he sat at the piano in the sitting room, tinkling a tune on the keys. “Hey,” you said, and he turned to face you. 

“Hey,” he replied, smiling. “Are you done acting so weird and ready for a fun ass day?”

“Actually, I kind of have a lot I gotta get done today,” you replied, taking a seat next to him on the bench.

His face fell. “Like what?”

“I’ve gotta clean the house and run a few errands and things.”

“I’ll help you, drive you around.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Ash, but I think I’d get it done a lot quicker if I did it on my own.”

“Fine. You’re still acting weird, you know.” He stood from the bench. “But we are hanging out later. No excuses.”

You sighed. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

As soon as he was out the door, you felt your entire body relax. God, how had you never noticed how perfect a shade of green his eyes were? Or the gorgeous texture of his hair, soft curls that made you want to reach out and touch them? Or his hands, so gentle on the piano keys? You could practically feel his hand against your neck in that dream, him leaning towards you…

Opening your eyes, you took in your surroundings. You laid in a large white bed. His large white bed. You heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. Then you felt his weight on the bed, then his chest against your back. His arm around your waist. His curls tickling your neck. You suddenly felt very warm all over, and turned your whole body so that you were facing him. “What are you doing?” you whispered.

“We’re cuddling.”

“This is weird.”

“It’s not weird, we’re friends.”

The scene blurred and shifted, and suddenly you were staring up into a blue sky, laying on your back. You turned your head to the side. He was staring at you. “I’m so glad we’re friends,” he said.

You returned his smile. “Me too, Ash.” You felt him take your hand. “People are going to think we’re together,” you told him, staring up into the endless blue.

“Who cares? We know that we’re only friends.”

You shot up from where you had been asleep on the couch. His last words echoed in your mind. Only friends. The words were surprisingly painful. And that’s when you knew it: you liked Ashton. Shit. But he was your best friend. You couldn’t give up that friendship. You’d suffer in silence, you decided. But those dreams. You could never forget them.  Never forget the way they made you feel when you felt his skin against yours, even in your dreams. 

A knock sounded at the door. You ran your hands through you hair and walked to the door. You opened it partway, and before he could speak, said, “I think you should go, Ash, I’m not feeling well.”

His expression was confused. “If you’re not feeling well, I can take care of you.”

“No, really-”

“Y/N, what has been going on?” You were silent. “All day, you’ve been acting so strange and distancing yourself from me. Did I do something? Has something happened?”

You sighed. “You should come in.”

He stepped inside and took a seat on the couch, and you sat beside him. It reminded you vaguely of your first dream, where he had kissed you. He looked at you. You knew you had to be honest with him. It was only fair. You couldn’t keep him in the dark, it just didn’t feel right. “I’m warning you, you might not like what I’m about to say,” you began. His face was confused, but he nodded for you to continue. “So today, I had a couple of really strange dreams.”

“Like what?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “Well… in one of them, you kissed me, in another we cuddled, and another, we held hands.” He was silent, so you pressed on. “And I guess these dreams just sort of helped me realise that… that I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore.”

He was silent for so long, and the quiet was heavy. Your stomach sank like a stone. Finally, you knew you had to look at him. Your raised your eyes to meet his. And then he put a hand on your neck, and leaned towards you, just like you had dreamt. But it was better in reality, where you could fully experience the gentle pressure of his lips on yours, soft and hesitant. It was over quickly, but it left you feeling dizzy. You opened your eyes and he was there, and you weren’t dreaming, and this was real life.

He grinned at you. “Can I tell you something insane?” You nodded. “I had some dreams just like that a couple months ago. When I… when I first kind of discovered that I liked you.”

“And you never told me?” you asked.

“Hey, it worked out okay, if you ask me,” he replied, taking your hand in his. “And we’ve got the whole week to ourselves!”

You smiled. “Oh man, this is going to be the best!”

The Darkest Hour

He couldn’t hear the people around him, though he knew they were all there. Talking back and forth about what happened. One of them sounded like a doctor, maybe. He couldn’t be sure. But he kept picking up on phrases. Ruptured spleen, internal bleeding, contusions, fluid in the lungs. They swirled together, gouging at his head like knives.

This is a dream.

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