I am a male who lives in relatively nice neighborhood
It’s your average small town run of the mill suburbs area with not a lot of people.
I am a college kid who’s home on break while my parents have gone away which doesn’t help at all.
I have a two story house
I do not have gun nor do I have any real weapons other than kitchen knives
I am not on any medication and I have no record of schizophrenia or any other mental illnesses
I barely have any relationships with my neighbors most of whom are elderly and the rest I have minimal contact with
I do not have any people in my neighborhood (that I know of) who have reasons to attack or harm me
Now, let’s get into what has been happening. About two nights ago I
woke up very late in the night and I went to the bathroom to go take a
shit. Now, my second story bathroom has a window that can see the
entirety of my backyard. Directly behind it is a cul de sac which you
can see directly into. There is a group of trees and pile of rocks and
mulch that divides it. Usually I can see everything in my backroom
without turning on my because lights from my neighbor’s house dimly
lights the room.
Taylor, I do not even know where to begin. I could say that I’m devastated and heartbroken and absolutely destroyed inside, but it wouldn’t be enough. There is not one synonym for upset in the entire English vocabulary that could possibly describe how I feel right now. In May of 2015, you gave me one of the happiest days of my entire life by following my blog on Tumblr called fragile-little-flame. I can just remember how elated I was. I had spent months and months of believing luck and the world would never be on my side. And then it happened. You followed me. It was only a few months later that that elation came to a staggering halt when I sat down at my computer to log in one day and the words, “Your account has been terminated” were plastered across the screen. And just like that, my follow from you was gone. I cried. And I cried and I cried and I cried. I knew I would never be that lucky again. I made another Tumblr right away, but I never expected you to follow me ever again. I just liked seeing beautiful pictures and videos of you either way. I’m still not exactly sure to this day why that blog was deleted, but I told myself I was going to be as cautious as possible when it came to this new blog. And then just recently, on December 26th of 2016, something absolutely amazing happened. Out of nowhere, when I had not even been trying in the slightest for your attention, you followed my new blog, run-for-the-fences. I can practically envision myself running downstairs into the laundry room to tell my mother, who instantly started jumping up and down and squealing for joy with me. I was so happy. Well, guess what happened today Taylor? I sat down at my computer to login and my world came crashing down all over again. Tumblr deleted my blog. Taylor, I cannot stop crying. I don’t know what to do. My heart is back on the ground shattered in a million little pieces. I know the probability of you following me a third time is so, so slim, and I am not expecting anything to come of this whatsoever, but I can’t just say nothing. I can’t say whether or not my blog won’t get deleted for a third time, but this time I think I know what I have to do to keep my blog up and standing. If you ever read this Taylor, I’m sorry. I think it was because of audio I had reblogged or posted of you. I love you so much. @taylorswift
Can you do one where y/n and joe have a really funny and drunk conversation, but like still sharing their love and exchange kisses and stuff?
Word Count - 2,049
Warnings - N/A
“Why can’t I have another shot?” Joe whined,
reaching for the tiny glass that was perched on the edge of the table in front
“Joe, you’ve had enough.” Caspar chuckled,
standing up from his seat and prising the glass out of Joe’s grip.
“I only want one more.” Joe muttered, leaning
against Caspar’s shoulder as Caspar rolled his eyes at his friend.
Joe was completely out of it; you were drunk but no way near
as bad as Joe was. But this one of the many reasons you enjoyed visiting London,
because it was a chance for you to let your hair down and enjoy yourself. Joe
made the visit more enjoyable; you had to admit that to yourself.
“Y/N will give me another shot, won’t you?” Joe
slurred, leaning over to you and draping his arm around your shoulder, eyeing
up the glass you had in your hand.
Caspar gave you a look, knowing that Joe would be the one to
pay for it and Caspar would have to be the one to look after him.
“Sorry, no can do. If looks could kill, Caspar would
have put me six feet under.” You chuckled, your head swimming as the
effects of the last couple of shots started to take effect.
“Please?” Joe begged as Caspar looked away from
you both to talk to Conor.
Giggling to yourself, you handed him another shot before Joe
downed it quickly before Caspar had the chance to look back.
Looking at Joe, you smiled to yourself. He was actually very
cute when he was drunk. His eyes were brighter, his cheeks were flushed due to
the alcohol and he just sat cuddling everyone, and these were just a few of the
reasons why you loved him.
“Did you give him another one?” Caspar sighed,
trying his hardest to suppress a smile. Caspar obviously wasn’t actually angry
at you, though he did find it annoying when he had to baby sit Joe sometimes,
but Joe also did it when Caspar was drunk so that makes things even between
“No, she didn’t!” Joe shouted in protest, lying
down on the sofa and resting his head in your lap. “Don’t shout at
Caspar chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I am
not shouting Joe, you are actually.”
You looked down at Joe who was staring back up at you, his
eyes sparkling in the dim lights of the club.
“Hey.” He chuckled, his eyes fixed on yours.
“Hey.” You grinned, gently running your fingers
through his hair. Sometimes it was hard to believe that you and Joe were just
friends, you acted like you were in a relationship, flirting all of the time
and laughing together, cuddling and watching movies.
It was amazing having a friend that you could do all of that
with and not have anything that was overly complicated.
“You look really pretty.” Joe slurred, letting out
a little hiccup.
“How much have you had to drink exactly?” you
chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to play with his hair.
Since your eyes were fixed on Joe, and his on you, neither
of you noticed Caspar and Conor staring at you, both with smiles on their
“He’s always happy when Y/N is here.” Caspar told
Conor, speaking loud enough that Conor could hear him over the music, but not
so loud that you or Joe could hear. Not that you would, you were both too
involved in your own conversation to notice that Caspar and Conor were talking
about you both, and still staring.
“I know, he’s like a little puppy.” Conor
chuckled, sipping the drink from his glass.
“Hopefully Y/N can look after him tonight instead of
him bugging me. Joe just sits there laughing and cuddling anyone that sits near
him. I’m praying it’s Y/N instead of me tonight.” Caspar told Conor,
chuckling as he looked over at you and Joe again.
“Can you help me get him home?” You asked, looking
as Caspar desperately as Joe was trying his hardest to climb into your lap.
“Carry me home!” Joe begged, giggling to himself.
“Come on mate.” Caspar chuckled, placing his glass
on the table and saying goodbye to Conor, strolling over to you and picked Joe
up off your lap with minimal effort.
You quickly hugged Conor and followed Caspar outside, who
had now placed Joe firmly on the floor but he had pulled Joe’s arm around his
The cold air of the night hit your face instantly and this
actually helped the effects of the alcohol. For some strange reason, it made
you sober up a little bit.
However, it didn’t have that same effect on Joe.
There were people outside, just as drunk as Joe as they were
stumbling around laughing. The girls were struggling to stand upright in their
heels and the guys were singing drunkenly to a song that sounded as if it was
made up on the spot.
“I’m too short for this, you’re too tall!” Joe
whined, trying his hardest to pull away from Caspar. “It’s hurting my arm
to reach up this high.”
“Put his arm around me then, but stand on his other
side.” You chuckled, trading places with Caspar as Joe wrapped his arm
around your neck and Caspar took Joe’s arm in his hand just incase he decided
to throw himself on the floor.
“I’m not even drunk, why are you carrying me?” Joe
whined, his speech getting even more slurred.
“If you’re not drunk, stand up. On your own, and don’t fall
over.” You chuckled, shaking your head at his denial.
“Fine!” Joe shouted, pulling his arm free from
your neck and he tried to take a step forward but fell forward. He would have
fallen on the floor if Caspar had let go of his arm.
“Come on.” You chuckled to yourself, trying helping
Joe into a taxi. With great difficulty, Caspar was the one that actually got
Joe into the taxi.
“How you feeling?” you asked Joe, resting your
hand on his knee as his head was currently nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“Fine, I’m not drunk. I promise.” He chuckled,
looking up at you.
Even though it was cold outside as it was the middle of
November, his face was still red from the alcohol and you felt the warmth of
his skin against your neck. The heat of his skin caused goose bumps to travel
down your arms and it sent shivers down your spine.
You had been this close to Joe before, obviously. You spent
most nights cuddling him on the sofa when you visited London,
but this felt different.
“You are drunk, don’t try denying it.” You chuckled,
keeping your eyes on him. You didn’t know why your eyes were stuck to him, but
you couldn’t tare your eyes away.
Caspar took note of this as well, as he had slid his phone
out of his jacket pocket and had taken a snapchat of you both sitting extremely
“I’m not drunk!” Joe argued in protest, sitting up
right. Joe’s raised voice caused some strange looks from the driver. Joe’s head
was now resting on top of yours instead of on your shoulder, so now your face
was nuzzled against his neck. Not that you could help it, but you inhaled
deeply and the shivers down your spine returned as you smelt Joe’s aftershave.
You hardly noticed that you had actually pulled up outside
of the boys flat until Caspar had pointed it out.
You quickly paid the driver before Caspar helped Joe into
their flat after you’d opened the door and flicked the light switch on. Caspar
sat Joe on the sofa, and handed him a bottle of water.
“Thanks Caspar.” You smiled at him, feeling more
sober since you’d left the club.
“I’m gonna head to sleep, give me a shout if you need
anything.” Caspar smiled, giving you a quick hug before heading to his
You sat next to Joe on the sofa and kicked off your heels as
Joe held the bottle of water against his knee.
“Come on, you need to keep drinking.” You told
him, moving his hand with the water bottle in back up to his lips.
“I’m not thirsty though.” Joe complained, leaning
against your shoulder again.
“Well, drink that anyway and then we can put you in bed
can’t we?” you chuckled brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Fine.” Joe mumbled, drinking the rest of water
while spilling some of it down his chin.
“Come here. You’re like a bloody child.” You
chuckled, gently wiping his chin.
Joe eyes sparkled in the light as his eyes fixated on you.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Y/N. You honestly have no
idea how much I’ve missed you.” Joe let out a deep sigh as he threw the
plastic water bottle on the floor.
“I’ve missed you too.” You smiled slightly, lying
on his chest as Joe wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Joe started to play
with your fingers, humming to himself as he concentrated on your hand as you
tangled your fingers with his. Just by touching his hand, it was as if electricity
was flowing through you both.
You looked up at Joe, half expecting him to be staring into
space, but no, he was staring right at you.
“What?” You asked, letting out a slightly nervous
giggle. The way he was looking at you was causing butterflies to flutter around
“Nothing.” Joe mumbled, the drunken smile suddenly
fading from his face.
“Joe? What’s wrong?” You asked, shifting slightly
on the sofa so were sat cross legged on the sofa.
“Just shut up for a second.” Joe muttered, sitting
up straight and moving his hand to your waist before leaning in.
Leaning your forehead against his, you copied his actions
and leant forward until finally your lips met. You shifted forward slightly
until your legs were pressed against Joe’s. This was as close as you could get
to him without actually being sat on him.
After a minute or so, you both pulled away and your face
flushed as red as Joe’s did earlier, but your blushing was for a different
reason other than the fact you had been drinking alcohol.
“Erm, so.” Joe chuckled, rubbing the back of his
neck as he looked at you shyly.
“What was that for?” you asked, biting down on
your bottom lip.
“I don’t know. I just-” Joe started before you
leant forward and crashed your lips against his again.
“Ouch, for fuck sake Y/N.” Joe laughed as he
pulled away, his bottom lip now having a small cut on the left side. “You
practically head butted me.”
“Shit, sorry.” You chuckled. “I was going for
such a romantic moment then.”
You stood up and went over to the sink, grabbing a cloth and
holding it under the cold tap for a few seconds before sitting next to Joe
again and holding the cloth against his lip.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” You told him, feeling
“I didn’t think you’d draw blood for our second kiss.”
Joe chuckled, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Maybe our third.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled to yourself.
“Third? There’s going to be another one?” You
teased, nudging his arm with your elbow.
Joe chuckled and looked at you, his hand moving to your
“Definitely.” He mumbled, leaning forward and
pressing his lips against yours again as your hands moved to his chest.
“Drunken kisses are my favourite.” Joe giggled as
you pulled away from him and rested your head on his shoulder.
“Why’s that?” You asked.
“Because I know I’m still gonna remember this in the
morning but I’m still gonna have that little buzz from being drunk. Best
feeling.” Joe chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.
You chuckled quietly as you both lead down on the sofa,
Joe’s arms still around you.
“I can’t be bothered with moving to bed, stay here and
cuddle me.” Joe begged, his voice now sounding more tired than slurred.
Chuckling quietly, you both fell asleep tiredly in each
others arms, the thought of those drunken kisses flowing through your mind.
Request: @shellscreams : I would like a Kyle Spencer imagine please love the last two you wrote xx
Description: This is an imagine where you and Kyle are together and he dies and you have to deal with that and don’t worry there is a very happy ending.
Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to @shellscreams for requesting this! I am so sorry if this isn’t you wanted. Also requests are always open so don’t be shy XOXO
It was cool windy Saturday in the middle of Spetember. School had just started for me at Tulane University in New Orleans. I was a senior and had been in total bliss for the past three years. The reason? Kyle Spencer my amazing boyfriend. He was a frat boy and I was a frat girl. My fraternity was having a party tonight at the Zeta Kappa Mu house, aka my fraternity. Yes it was very popular for someone from our fraternitys to get together. I didn’t care it was fate for us to meet. It all happened when I was walking on campus on my first day at school and some jerk approached me.
“Hey sugar! You want some of this?” this college boy asked as he started running towards me.
“No thank you.” I said trying to make him go away.
“Awwww. Don’t be like that baby. I just want to have some fun!”
“Well you better scram before my..” I hesitated and blurted out the first thing that came into my head,” boyfriend comes to meet me!”
“Oh really? Where is this so called boyfriend?”
“I just said that he was meeting me here soon.” I said getting annoyed that the guy wouldn’t go away. He started to approach me and I backed away. He got closer to me and grabbed my wrist.
“HEY! Get off of me!” I yelled.
“I thought you had a boyfriend.”He said. But little did I know that a boy heard the whole thing an decided to stop it before it went any farther.
“She does.” The boy said. I turned my head away from the from the college student and looked at the boy who saved my life. My (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes.
“I think you should get your hands off my girlfriend mister.” The boy said. The college guy then released his grip on my wrist and the boy wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.
“Like I told you, you better scram you know now since my boyfriend is here.” I said confidentley. The college guy looked at who had his arm around me and ran for his life.
The boy released his arm from my waist when we couldn’t see the jerk anymore.
“Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate that.” I said looking at the ground rubbing my arm.
“Hey don’t mention it. I can’t help myself from saving someone espically if it is a beautiful girl like yourself.” You immediatley blush at his compliment and look up in his eyes. “Kyle, by the way.” Kyle held at his hand and you took it.
“(Y/N)” You reply shaking his hand.
“Beautiful. Just like you.” Kyle responds. I chuckle lightly at his flirt. “What do you say we go and get a coffee?”
“I would love that.” I say. Kyle takes my hand and holds it. We walk to the coffe shop on camous, hands in hand. Ever since then we have been in love.
Tonight Kyle and his frat brothers were coming to the party tonight. I was excited to see him because he just got back from a school trip for football. Yes I texted him if his team won adn he texted back saying that they killed the other team. Once I read the text I decided that we would have a party in celebration for their win as soon as they came back. They arrived early this morning so I sent out party invitations to everyone. Apparently the new of having a party reached outside the campus and reached to the movie star Madison Montegomery. I one-hundred percent believe that someone tweeted it and it got around EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t upset that more people were coming, I was actually happy. That means that I could show off to more people about how great my boyfriend is.
I started to get ready at eight o’clock since the party started at nine and supposedly to end at midnight but I doubt it. I got finished changing into my (Favorite Color) dress and went down the stairs to finish decorating. I hung up the red and blue disco lights and the ice sculpture of God knows what. It was about nine o’clock when people started flooding which was good. This party was much bigger but it is okay the more the merrier. I saw some guy name Chad enter with packages of beer which I didn’t really care unless underage people were drinking it. I just let it slide because I was too busy trying to watch when Kyle’s limo bus was going to arrive.
It was a good ten minutes of me just waiting until a big black bus arrived on the curb infront of the house. I got so excited and decided to wait for about five minutes becasue I knew that Kyle was giving his brothers the chat about public parties Do’s and Don’ts. That is one of the reasons why I loved his personality so much was because he was respectful and a gentlemen. I always had great respect for him because ever since hurricane Katrina he had been providing for his single mother.
Kyle finally came running out of his bus with his brothers yelling “ Kappa Lambda Gamma” which was their fraternity. He saw me sitting on the step waiting for him to arrive and he immediatley ran to me. Once I had seen what he was doing I started to run to him. We meet in the middle and he engulfed me in his arms picking me up.
“I missed you so much baby.” Kyle said sounding out of breath. He placed me down, removing his head from the crook in my neck, he looked at me and oushed back my hair that had been messed up in this form of affection.
“I missed you so much too Kyle.” I said. He smiled and put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in. His lips met mine and we started to make out in the middle of the lawn. It lasted a long time of just us letting our emotions out.
“What is that speech that you always tell your frat brothers? Isn’t public embarrasment apart of that? So wouldn’t kissing your girlfriend infront of everyone apart of that?” I ask jokingly.
“Shut up.”Kyle said laughing while putting his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to his chest.
“I love you.” I said.
“I love you too.” He said kissing my cheek. He brought me to the couch and sat me down. “I am going to go get us some drinks okay.”
“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Once he left I looked towards the front door and I saw Madison Montegomery and I guess her friend. I was totally shocked that she came. I mean seriously a stupid frat college party? I thought that was too D-list for ‘celebrities. Again I didn’t mind that she was here. I just hope that her attitude doesn’t get the best of her.
Kyle soon comes back with two red cups and smiles at me.
“Here is a Coca-Cola for the lady.” He said and handed it to me while sitting next to me on the couch and putting his arm around me pulling me closer ot him.
“Why thank you.” I said to Kyle with a smile on my face,”Okay so you HAVE to tell me all about your football game please?” i said pouting in a begging form.
“Okay all right since you asked so politely. Well we obviously won. It was fourty-two to four and so we basically creamed them majorly.”
“Obviously,” I said but then Kyle was interrupted by the girl that entered in with Madison Montegomery approached us.
“Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you but I can’t find my friend Madison Montegomery. I have looked everywhere and I can’t find her can you please help me?”
“Yes of course.” Kyle and I said.
“Let’s look upstairs to see if she might have accidentally found her way up here.” I said. We started to open up all the doors until we came to last on eand we opened it and found Madison and Kyle’s frat brothers. We looked around and realized that they were all takign turns raping Madison adn taking pictures even Kyles best friend Archie was in on it. Kyle was furious.
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING? GIVE ME THE PHONE ARCHIE!” Kyle screamed. I had never seen him so mad in our entire relationship.
“NO KYLE! I am not giving you my phone so you can just delete the videos and pictures.”Archie said. Kyle started to run after Archie trying to retrieve his phone so he could not only delete it but so that he could beat him up for doing this. The girl who asked for Kyle and I’s help started to wake Madison up so she could walk downstairs and leave. I started to run after Kyle. I got to the front door and I saw all of the frat brothers and Kyle running into the bus. Then it started to drive off so I ran after it.
Madison and her friend weren’t that far behind when all of a sudden the buss flipped over and crashed. I saw it all happen and I fell to my knees crying. Once I had gotten the courage to get up I ran over to the flipped over bus and pried open the doors. I looked around and I saw Kyle, lying there in pieces. I rushed over to him and brought his chest and head close to my body and kissed him, over and over again.
“NOOOO KYLE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?”I yelled. I brought my head closer to his ear and whispered.”Everything I wanted was you. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together. I love you.” i finally got up and started to get up and walk away. Once that I had left the bus there was blood all over me. I started to cry and I ran back to the frat house which was empty probably due to everyone hearing the crash, getting scared and running.
I closed the door and locked it. I collapsed to the floor crying knewing that I was never going to get my happy ending with Kyle. I went upstairs, took a shower and cried myself to sleep knowing that there was never going to be a day with Kyle or so I thought.
The Next Day
I woke up and decided to go visit Kyles mom to see how she was doing with the news about Kyle. I got dressed and drove over to his house that i had been over a million times. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Spencer opened the door with a tear stained face.
“Mrs. Spencer? It’s me (Y/N).” I said knowing that she would remember me as Kyles girlfriend.
“Oh yes (Y/N), please come in.” She opened the screen door and welcomed me into her house. After I had entered seh had engulfed me into in a hug and the waterworks started to fall from my face. I pulled away and Mrs. Spencer gave me a tissue and I whispered out a ‘Thank you.’
“I came to see how you were doing.” I said looking into her eyes and seeing that she was so upset. She should be she just lost her son.
“Thank you for doing that (Y/N). I really do appreciate it. I think out of all the girls Kyle has brought home, you have always and will forever be my favorite.”
“Thank you. I know how difficult it must be losing you only son espically since you husband passed away. I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you. If you need someone to talk to please just call me and I will be there.” I said letting her know that she won’t go through this alone.
“Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that even though Kyle isn’t here that you will continue to be apart of this familly and I am forever thankful for you. Anyways I have something to show you. Kyle had all this stuff that he had for you in a bag so I feel like I should give it to you, even though he won’t”
“Okay.” I followed her to Kyle’s room and she opened the doors to his closet and bent down to get the bag. It was a large paper bag filled high with stuff. She handed it to me and I carried it and sat down on his bed and started to unpack it. “I hope you don’t mind that I am unpacking it here.”
“Oh no! Please go ahead. I wanted to know what was always in there so I hope you don’t mind that I am watching you open it.”
“Of course not.” I started unpacking and while I was unpacking I realized that these were presents for our upcoming anniversary of three years. I took out the first thing and it was a scrapbook filled with pictures of me and Kyle and little love notes he wrote. I sat there crying knowing that this must have taken him months to put together and he never got a chance to give it to me. The second thing I took out was a shirt that said “Watch Out Boys This Girl Is Taken By This Guy” and it had a picture of Kyle winking on the back. I laughed remembering his funny humor. There was only one thing left and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a small red box. I took it out and started to cry knowing what it is. I opened the box and found a small diamond enagagment ring inside.
I showed it to Mrs. Spencer and she started to cry her eyes out.
“I always knew that was a question he was wondering about when he was going to ask. I guess he was going to ask on your three year anniversary.” she said. I put my hands over my eyes and cried even harder. I put the ring on my left finger in a way of saying yes to his question.
After that I bid Mrs. Spencer a goodbye and then walked out of the house. I was walking to my car that was a couple houses down. While I was walking I could have sworn that I saw that girl that Kyle and I helped from yesterday approach Mrs. Spencer’s house with her holding someone up. I ignored it knowing that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I walked to my car and got in. I just sat for a long time looking at my engagement ring and crying. I eventually stopped and drove back to my frat house. I walked in and went upstairs to my room and locked the door.
A Couple Months Later
It has been a couple months since Kyle died and I couldn’t have felt more alone. Sometimes if I went out I would think that I would see him and the minute I blinked he was gone. Other than that I haven’t left my room. I miss him everyday. There is nothing that can replace him. I haven’t felt love, compassion, or happiness since he died. I wish he would come back.
Today I was forced to leave my room saying that I had a visitor at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door to find the girl that Kyle and I helped all those months ago.
“What do you want?” I ask with tears starting to fall from my eyes.
“I just want to show you something. Please come with me.” She said.
“Why should I go anywhere with you? I don’t even know your name!” I say
“Okay. My name is Zoe Benson.” Zoe said.
“You think just because you said that I am going to go with you?!” I said.
“Okay, fine! If you won’t come with me then just promise me that you will come to the cafe downtown. Please.” She begged.
“Alright I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.
“Just be there at noon. Okay?”
“Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.
“Just bring yourself.” She said.
“Okay. Bye.” I said. Zoe waved a goodbye back to me. I was so confused. Why out of all the people on Earth does she have to come back? I went upstairs and got dressed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven fourty. I exited the house and went to the driveway to my car. I got in and started to drive downtown to the coffee shop. I looked for a parking space near where Zoe was standing. I got out of the car and locked it. I walked over to her.
“So why am I meeting you here?” I asked.
“You are meeting me here because I have a surprise for you inside.” Zoe said.
“If it’s a guy then I am not interested.” I said and then I walked in.
“I don’t think so. Well at least not with this guy.” She said. I walked around trying to find out what she was talking about. I finally understood when my eyes met his. The same dark brown I fell in love with. I ran over to him with tears coming down my face. I ran into his arms and he held me close. I pulled back my head and started to pepper his face in kisses. I finally ended with his lips. There was all of my emotions, his emotions intertwined into this form of affection. He let me down and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.
“Kyle! How are you back?” I asked with tears running down my face.
“(Y/N), I know you aren’t going to believe me when I say this but please do.” I nodded my head in response.”Okay well I died you saw me. Zoe and Madison went to the hospital and retrived my body parts and sewed me together. Another thing is that they are witches. There is a whole coven of them okay. So I was crazy and I couldn’t speak. I was a lot like Frankenstein. It was a long time before I could speak. But then their supreme Fiona Goode fixed me. She did something to me where i could speak properly. I guess you coudl say she brought me back to normal. So I remembered all about you. I had never forgotten about you, I just didn’t have all the details. But I called for you and then Zoe decided that it was best if I came back now and so I did. That is where that story ended.” He said looking into my eyes.
“I don’t care how you came to be here. I am just glad that you are here with me. Kyle, you’re all I have you’re all I want.” I said and he just looked at me emotionless and then he smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.
I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped kissing me and looked at my hand.
“Oh sorry. I forgot that my hand is probably is cold. Sorry.” I said.
“No it isn’t that.” He pulled my left hand towards his and at my ring finger. “You said yes?”Kyle asked.
“Of course I did Kyle. I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you unless you don’t want to anymore.” I said looking down.
“Hey,” Kyle said putting his fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up so I looked at him in the eyes,”I want to start off where we left off. I want to be with you. I want to call you my wife. I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” I said. I am so happy that Zoe brought him back. I couldn’t ask for anything better. After that Kyle and I started to plan for our wedding. It was perfect. Now we are living in total bliss and there isn’t anything I could ask for more. I love him and he loves me.
Hi. Would you consider writing a bughead one-shot that was a romantic date night? It's up to you if you want to make it a fluffy fic or smut. xD Anyways, that's my request and its a super broad one at that.
Summary: Rising movie star Jughead Jones takes seasoned pop star Betty Cooper on a date unlike any other.
Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, drug use, smoking, drinking, slight sexual situations. No smut.
A/N: Here is my take on the romantic date night cause I can’t do anything like a normal person. I posted on AO3 as well.
I edited this myself so there are probably errors.
Betty Cooper had been famous for most of her life. When she auditioned for X-Factor as a fourteen year old, she was put together with three other girls to create the next big girl group, Aurora.
They came in third place on the show but became one of the biggest girl groups since the Spice Girls. Four years and three albums later Betty was ready to move out on her own as a solo artist and was met with astounding success. Not only was Betty a talented singer but a gifted songwriter as well.
Her first solo album went on to win 4 Grammys and sky rocketed her into super stardom.
It was around this time she met the much older Academy Award winning actor, Archie Andrews. Their courtship was a whirlwind and four months later the couple was married.
It was a rocky marriage at best that lasted a little over two and a half years. Unknown to Betty when they wed, Archie was a heavy drug user and this made him erratic, unsupportive, unreliable and, at times, violent.
The marriage ended after Archie had gotten them into a serious car crash. Betty had broken her arm, both of her legs and had technically died for two minutes. Neither Archie nor the former Mrs. Andrews ever spoke about the accident and Betty filled for divorce the moment she recovered.
Betty was twenty-two, divorced and had just released her sophomore album. It was an album about Archie and it showed. Beautiful heartbreaking songs about love, loss, mistakes and an eyebrow raising track called “Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth” got people talking.
She refused to confirm if it was a song about her former husband but there were already plenty rumours about Archie Andrews alleged drug use. Archie had a great PR team but people and the tabloids could speculate but it was never harmful enough to ruin his career.
Betty assumed she would never fall in love again. She couldn’t date like regular people, she couldn’t do anything without it being looked over with a fine toothed comb. Archie had messed her up too badly and she knew she would never be who she was before she met him.
And then Jughead Jones came out of nowhere.
He was listed as one of the actors to watch in 2017. The year before he had been in six movies working with Martin Scorsese, Jennifer Lawrence, Damien Chazelle, Anton Yelchin, Jeff Bridges and Mike Nichols. He had worked on the reboot of Twin Peaks and had four more films coming out in 2017, including a role in the newest Star Wars movie.
He had been working on a film with David Fincher in Los Angeles when he met Betty. She was a friend of actress Veronica Lodge who was currently working on the movie as well. They had all been invited to a party Charlize Theron was throwing.
He met her on the terrace after he snuck out to have a cigarette he wasn’t supposed to be having. Veronica was trying to ween him off the cancer sticks, as she called them.
“You’re not supposed to be doing that.” Betty chided coming out of the shadows. Her soft blonde hair whipping around her face.
Jughead jumped and clutched his chest in surprise. “Fuck!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but those things will kill you and if they don’t, Veronica certainly will. She’s been telling me all about her mission to make you smoke free.” Betty joked taking a step towards him.
“Can it be our little secret? I’m still not used to all this Hollywood stuff and the cigarettes calm me.” He admitted.
She smiled and nodded her head. “Sure.”
“You want one?” He offered her the pack.
“No thanks, it’s not good for my voice.” She informed touching her throat.
Jughead moved his head in understanding and put the pack in his pocket. “I love the new album by the way.”
Betty felt her cheeks flush, still not able to understand why anyone would praise her. “Thanks. It turned out really well but it was hell to make.”
“Yeah, I heard about all that stuff. I’m sorry.” He took a drag of the cigarette looking out to the city.
She shrugged, ripping up a leaf she had pulled off a plant. “I made a bad choice, we all make them.”
He stood up straight and stuck out his hand. “I’m Jughead Jones, by the way.”
Betty laughed. “I know.”
“You do?” He asked shocked.
“Well, yeah, Veronica pointed you out almost the second we got in here and I’ve seen your movies.” She smirked when his eyes went wide.
“You have?” He said still shocked.
“Yeah, there isn’t a lot to on a tour bus so I’ve seen La La Land and X-Men and Green Room, you’re good.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.
Jughead blushed. “And how did you meet Veronica?”
“I did a song for the Hunger Games movie she was in and we met her at the promo party. I found her in a bathroom, drunk and throwing up. I held back her hair and cleaned her up. We’ve been friends ever since.”
“What a strange thing to bond over.” Jughead remarked.
“Jug?” Veronica’s voice rang out. “Bets?”
Jughead started panicking, not knowing what to do with the cigarette. Betty giggled as she watched him struggle before taking the cigarette from his hand and throwing it over the side of the building.
They both turned to watch Veronica, the statuesque brunette, step out onto the terrace. “Good! You met, sorry I didn’t introduce the two of you sooner but these parties are so exhausting.” She stopped in front of the pair. “Were you smoking?” She asked, eyeing Jughead.
He shook his head. “It must be from one of the buildings around us or something or maybe a raccoon carried a cigarette up here-”
Betty cut him off. “There was someone out here smoking. They went in just before you came out.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s go inside. James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender showed up and they are singing karaoke.” She clapped rapidly before turning on her heels and skipping back into the apartment.
Betty glanced at him with a grin. “You know, for someone who lies for a living, you’re a terrible liar.” She moved towards the inside and motioned her head in the same direction. “Come on, if we are doing karaoke then this is my time to shine.”
The two of them found themselves gravitating towards each other all night. Jughead couldn’t take his eyes off her when she sang a rendition of ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ with Michael Fassbender.
He immediately understood why she was the only one to be successful when the girls broke free from Aurora. She had that thing, that star quality that would make her incredibly famous even if she wasn’t talented. Your eye was instantly drawn to her.
The night came to a close but before her and Veronica left Jughead caught up with them.
“Hey Betty, do you think I could give you a call some time?” He asked feeling stupid for doing it in front of Veronica who began to smirk. “Or a text or email or call your agent? I don’t know, I’ve never asked out a famous person before.”
Betty laughed and shot a quick look to Veronica who gave her an encouraging nod. “Give me your phone.” She instructed.
He handed her the device and she punched in her number. “That is my personal number, please protect it.” She handed it back to him. “Please use it though.”
“I will, I promise.” He smiled at her.
Betty tucked her hair behind ears and laughed. “I’ll see you around then.” She gave him a small wave, got into the elevator and disappeared with Veronica.
“It wasn’t just one person that you ruined, but three”-JA
Note: I know this is the first time in a long time since I’ve posted and I’m really sorry. But my GCSE’s start next week and I’m kins freaking out. Also I know i have Dan Howell and Phil Lester requests to do, but please bear with me. I was also having Jeff feels and wanted to write this, hope you like it!!
Imagine: When finding out what really happend the night of the crash, you end up losing control and telling everyone yours and Jeff’s newest and happiest secret
Pairing: Jeff x Reader
Word Count: 1979
Warning: lots of talk about Jeffs death and the car accident
“Y/N, it was the first day
that you walked into school without him by your side. That’s when it really it
me, the true consequences of that night. You see I thought Sheri had called the
police, I thought that it was all alright and sorted, I thought everything was
OK. But what I didn’t think about is the loss you have suffered, and that will
stay with me for the rest of my life. Well, I guess, my short life.” Hannah’s
voice echoed through your ears
Request: An Edmund Pevensie imagine set in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
So, I started this yesterday but then it didn’t save so I had to start over. I apologize.
I leaned against the edge of the ship, closing my eyes and enjoying the early morning silence. When I felt a presence next to me, I opened my eyes taking in the sight of the beautiful boy who was now beside me.
“Good morning, Your Majesty.” I said, a small smirk forming on my lips.
He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. “You know I hate when you call me that.”
“And that’s precisely why I do it.”
Silence followed, broken only by the sound of the waves crashing against the ship. Edmund opened his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the sudden noises as the crew began waking up and beginning the morning routine.
I waved goodbye to Edmund and ran off to help.
Even though I stayed constantly busy, training, helping Caspian, planning, thoughts of Edmund were never far from my mind. We had grown closer during our time on the Dawn Treader. What started out as a friendship had quickly grown into something more and I found myself thinking about him more often than not.
My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion and I ran to the top of the ship where I saw Edmund and Caspian playfully sword fighting. I laughed with the rest of the crew as they constantly countered each other’s moves, and the fight finally ending with both of their swords against the other’s.
The captain told everyone to get back to work and Edmund walked through the crowd, finding his way over to me.
“Where have you been all day?” Edmund asked.
“Around.” I answered.
“Okay. Well, I wanna show you something.” He said, extending his hand. I took it reluctantly, my heart jumping at the contact.
He led me up the stairs and climbed a ladder, retaking my hand once we were at the top. He climbed into the dragon mouth, located at the head of the ship, motioning for me to follow. I climbed in cautiously, settling in next to Edmund. It was just big enough for the both of us but it was comfortable.
“I didn’t even know you could get up here.” I admit.
“Y/N…” I turned to face him, not failing to notice how close our faces were.
“Yes?” I whispered.
“I like you.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.
“I like you too, Ed.”
A gorgeous smile took over his face and he closed the space between us. I kissed him back and when we pulled apart, I laid my head on his shoulder, watching the sunset with him in comfortable silence.
“I’m sure all of these things had logical explanations, but they freaked me out at the time. I don’t know if I believe in “ghosts”, in the most widely accepted terms, but I’m sure there are things out there which science has yet to discover.
When I was about eight, I was going to bed in my room when a grey thing about the size of a football slowly moved across the foot of my bed, slightly pulling the blankets as it went. It dipped down when it got to the end and I couldn’t find any trace of it. We had cats, but my door was closed and none were in my room at the time. My parents wouldn’t believe me (I can’t say I would have if it were one of my kids) and I was terrified for ages.
In the same room as the previous event, I had a door which opened to a screened porch type thing. There was no other way to get in to it as it was locked many times from the inside at the other exit. Every so often the door would make a sound which was like someone throwing their whole body in to it. A big “thump” with various elements as if different limbs were striking it, so it was a pretty defined “someone is on the other side” noise and not just the normal creaks and pops of an old, New England home. This happened during any time of the day or night. One evening it just kept happening. Over and over. Like someone was trying to break their way in to my room. I made my dad check it out while I stood behind to see, and nothing. He closed it up, locked the door, and went about his business. Then it started again. Quietly at first, then building up to loud crashes. Had dad check again. Again, nothing there. I have NO idea what it was, but it was freaky as hell.
In the same house there were lots of little things which I’m sure had more to do with being a freaked out kid than anything else. I had many instances of terrible sleep paralysis where I could feel something grabbing lightly at my feet and/or pushing on my belly and chest, I would often see cats skirt about my feet or around doorways when there was no cat there, I would hear angry, indecipherable whispers when sleeping in the living room, etc. Creepy, old house.
During the same time period, but this was my friend’s house. She lived in a two family home, on the top floor. They had a shared attic with a stairway up to it which was next to her room. Her downstairs neighbor was an elderly woman and she lived there for many years. After she died we would often hear very human sounding footsteps in the attic, but not going up the stairs behind her room TO the attic (which were normally very audible).
When I was pregnant with my first child, we lived in a small house in NM. One day I’m sitting on my computer(surprise!) and our dog starts barking in the yard, so I turn around to look out the window. As I do this, I see what I think is our dog walk from the front door, past the couch, and in to the bedroom. Only then I realize that our bedroom door is closed and our dog is outside. This one freaks me out a bit as I was an adult when it happened, but there are also easy explanations for this sort of thing. Still freaky.
A few years ago, we’re living in a new home in TX. I’m home alone with the kids and my husband is out of town for work. It’s the middle of the day, so I wasn’t exactly freaked out. Then something bangs on the house from the outside. Not unusual, could be anything. Then it happens again on the other side. Then the back door. It keeps going around the house in circles and gets faster. It was way too quick for it to have been something running circles around the house. I finally(I say finally, but this all happened in a matter of less than a minute) get the nerve to open the back door and look, and there’s nothing there. It stopped after I looked. Gave me a pit in my stomach.
EDIT: Just remembered some other things from my house in NM. My daughter as a baby would stare at this one, blank corner of the wall and react as if someone were playing with her. She would giggle, make different faces, and babble at the wall. I was not a huge fan. Our dog also used to react to seemingly nothing. She would whine randomly at the wall between the bedrooms, which was made of solid cement so it’s not as if something was living in it. She would also refuse to enter the second bedroom, even though she was allowed. She’d just stand at the entrance, whine, and do the little doggy “I want to do it, but I don’t want to do it” dance. She didn’t like me and the baby to go in there either and would follow nervously until we went in there, then bark at me in a concerned manner until we left. She wasn’t normally the type of dog to follow you around.”
“So I can use your car right?” I asked Conor to just make sure. “Of course babe.” Conor chuckled. “Oh my gosh thank you, your a lifesaver.” I said kissing Conor’s cheek. “I know. Now go before you’re late.” Conor said pushing me out the door.
“Thanks again babe I appreciate it.” I smiled once again grabbing the keys and rushing down the hallway. I had just gotten a job for a big movie production and I was in charge of the camera. Meaning I was the cameraman but only female.
I went down to the garage to head to the Car and jumped in. I locked the doors and started the car before finally putting on my seat belt. I connected to my Pandora account and started to pull back and out onto the main road.
It took me a total of half an hour to get to the location. Well heading up to the gate I got stopped. “ID.” The big buff man said. I opened my purse and looked around for my wallet. After finding it I opened it and showed him my ID. He nodded and I headed in.
A Couple Hours Later…
I sighed a I got back into Conor’s car and placed my shit, including the script, into the passenger’s side and started up the car and started to drive back to our shared flat.
As I pulled onto the main busy road in London I looked up in the ky and sighed. I then felt my body being jerked to the side as the car went Flying onto the side.
I felt s lifeless laying there so, I reached for the window which happened to be smashed open and crawled out falling down to the hard ground and coughed up blood as I saw blurry figures heading towards me.
My eyes started to fall heavily and before I knew it my whole body just fell as I blacked out.
A Couple Weeks later…
I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a barely lite room and sat up against the pillow to find I was in an hospital with wires all over me and a breathing mask on me.
I looked around and saw Conor laying there in the chair with tear stained face and puffy red eyes and cheeks.
“Co- Conor.” I barely said reaching out for him but sighed when he didn’t move. I looked around my bed to try and find the nurse’s call button and once I did I pushed onto it and waitd a couple moments before the door opened and a nurse walked in.
“Oh your up. I thought it was just your boyfriend again to see why you haven’t woken up yet. Well Your doctor is still here so I’ll send him in so he can explain everything well I get you a new tube and hook you off the breathing mask.” She explained. I nodded at her as she she left the room.
I looked over at Conor once again and questioned how he was still asleep. Must of had a lot of coffee at one point and finally crashed falling asleep or something.
My eyes started to just water up as I saw him there. Oh my God… I crashed his car. Oh Shit. Oh fuck. That car was his prized possession oh shit.
“Evening Y/n I’m Doctor Paul.” The rather young and good looking guy said with a smile. I set him a smile back. “So you’re probably wondering why you’re here besides, getting in a car crash, but you hit your head with the impact of falling onto the ground. So i’m just going to ask a few questions to see how much you remember okay?” Dr. Paul asked. I nodded in response.
“What’s your full name?” “Y/n Y/M/N Y/L/N.” I answered as he wrote something down on his clipboard. “DO you know tho this young man is?” He asked pointing towards Conor. “That’s my boyfriend of two years. Conor Maynard. Older brother to Jack Maynard.” I answered.
We went like this for a few more questioned until he clipped his pen to the clipboard. “Well good news is that you haven’t forgotten many things, But I’m afraid that learning new things will take much longer and that you may have amnesia.” He explained. “Thank you, Doctor.” I smiled. He sent me a smile back.
“It’s not problem, It’s what I do. Get some sleep and I’ll come in the next morning to discuss the surgeries.” He said. I nodded my head as he turned around to turn off the lights and to leave the room.
I looked towards Conor and reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. “I love you Conor Maynard.” I whispered. He moved around a bit but then opened his eyes yawning. He looked down at his hand confused but followed my arm up to my eyes where he jumped up.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed getting up from his chair to wrap his arms around me tightly. “Ow. Ow. Oww.” I whined. Conor than pulled away and had a look of concern on his face. “I’ms sorry.” He apologized. I shook my head. “No worries.” I smiled. “Are you okay?! Do you Remember me?!” He then asked backing up scarred.
“I can never forget my lover Conor Maynard.” I smiled. “Oh thank fucking god.!” Conor beamed. I then frowned at him. “I’m sorry I crashed your car.” I sighed. “I don’t care about the car I care more about my princess more than anything.” Conor said.
“I love you Conor Maynard.” I smiled at him. He returned my smile, “II love you too.” He replied. “Can we cuddle?” I then asked. “Of course.” Conor smiled. I made some room for Conor and he got in beside me and kissed my temple.
“You missed.” I giggled. He chuckled at me and then kissed my lips.
The Varia's reactions to their s/o putting a warm blanket over them when they find that they fell asleep in their office chair??
He cracked an eye open when he felt the warm weight fall over his torso, but said nothing. He watched as you tucked the blanket in over his arms before heading back out of his office, humming a small tone.
Xanxus let out a scoff when you had left. “Babying me,” he grunted, as he leaned his head back and went to sleep, but he pulled the blanket up a little higher anyway.
He woke with a start at the sound of something crashing. He tried to fling his arm and sword out, but found them tucked under a blanket. Throwing it off, he stood up, looking around for the cause of the noise.
He sat back down as you came in and told him it was just Bel being Bel again. “Where’d the blanket come from?” he asked.
“Me, you were shivering in your sleep, so i tossed it over you,” you responded as you looked down the hallway toward Bel and whatever he was up to.
Rolling over, the assassin woke up to check the time after a badly needed nap. Noticing the blanket draped over him, he recognized it as yours from your office.
“My little guardian angle,” the man cooed, tugging the blanket off as he stood up.
Waking up in a sweat, the man threw his arms out, tossing off anything that was on top of him. Looking down at the thick blanket, he tried to remember where it came from.
“You awake yet?” you asked, popping your head into the office. “The blanket wasn’t too hot was it?”
“A little,” the man said. “Too cold without it though,” he said, rubbing his eyes as he went to adjust the thermostat.
The blonde tossed and turned on the couch, unable to get comfortable, but loathing the idea of getting up and actually working. Pulling the blanket over his head, he closed his eyes again.
It wasn’t until he got a whiff of you off the blanket that he realized he hadn’t gone to sleep with one. “This is a nice blanket, they might not get it back,” he grinned.
His cloak was a lot thicker than it appeared and was great at keeping the cold out, but you still felt the need to throw a blanket over him during his nap. He didn’t understand why you went through such lengths.
bunching the blanket up, he turned it into a pillow before going back to sleep.
So at one point in high school I was having a bad day so a friend of mine let me borrow her laptop. The thing I decided to do was open up a word document and just repeatedly type the word cheese over and over again. That wasn’t filling up the document fast enough so I copied all of the cheese I had typed and started pasting it as fast as I could. Every once and a while I would copy all again before continuing to paste. Soon I was pasting pages of the word cheese…and that’s how I once crashed a computer by stimming. Thankfully the computer worked fine when turned on again.
June 19th 2017 - Update on lovely @noodlescc HAIR.
So as usual, I was downloading some Custom Content for my game (been taking time asking myself what I really need and what I really want in my game, and of course, soon as I see one blog I really love, I have to have everything).
Today? I ran into Noodles blog through another amazing creators page (we are truly blessed with all these CC creators, I’ve done it in past and that crap is difficult at times) - Seeing that Noodle had some stuff lined up I wanted in my drafts (so I could add tags, and give proper credit before I post, etc), I figured why not start installing stuff I love (again is everything I have pack wise, etc).
Few minutes later, I had downloaded a TON of Noodles Custom Content, and my game showed I had an error (see picture 1 above, click to expand).
I reached out to Noodle DIRECTLY saying that the hairs were crashing my game, but nothing else, Noodle replied INSTANTLY (see photo 2).
Following this advice of uninstalling the hairs I wanted (since I don’t own all packs so I can’t get everything, yet), then reinstalling. Yea, it took a while but it was worth testing, FOR SCIENCE! (Luckily I have over 100mb/s download).
While waiting for these to reinstall, I clicked, “Repair Game” on Origin (right click game cover, and you will see Repair Game). I figured they may have broke during the recent update - aka: 06/15/2017 – PC Version 126.96.36.1990 / ‘Max’ (I think Guru Nick misspelled Mac) Version 188.8.131.520
Reloaded game while introducing each file as they finished and testing game. Finally, plopped in the last 3 files and BAM! My game started up, and all the CC from what I can tell so far appears to be in my game working fine.
Moral of the Story?
IF your game isn’t loading up Noodles custom content (or anyone elses), take the time to reinstall. - How I sort my CC? Folder in a folder within another folder. (expand and see photo 1). - Thank you Noodle for your patience, and being so polite about everything! ♥
Soo.... How would Percy and Annabeth have met if they were normal people, not demigods?
The sun shines through his window, waking Percy up from his deep slumber. It was his 22nd birthday and the world seemed… bleak. Something was missing. “Happy birthday, my baby boy!” His mom walked in, holding a cake lathered in blue frosting. Percy smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks, mom.” The rest of his family began to file in. They brought presents and cards, but Percy’s heart just wasn’t in it.
Annabeth walked into the coffee shop. The barista already knew Annabeth was coming and passed her her usual black coffee and chocolate croissant. “Thanks, Jasmine.” She sat down and began to munch, trying to continue her book but something was wrong. The chocolate croissant didn’t look as appetizing as usual and the book just wasn’t catching her attention anymore. Something important was going to happen today. She just knew it. Getting up from her chair after collecting her things, she begins to walk out the door, her mind elsewhere. Suddenly, she crashes into the wall- Wait, no. Not the wall, it was a person as hard as a wall. “Oh, shit- that’s hot!” Annabeth’s coffee had spilled all over the mystery man and it was burning hot, just the way she liked it. “Oh my god! I am so sorry,” starts Annabeth, “I’ll buy you a new shirt-” She looks up at his eyes and pauses.
Percy didn’t even hear what she was saying. He was captivated by those fierce, gray eyes. She was immersed in his sparkling, green eyes. He helped her up. All the while, they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Sorry, again,” says Annabeth. Percy shrugs, the void he was feeling today had been filled. “It was a great birthday present, don’t worry.”
Annabeth laughs and shrugs, “I’ll buy you a coffee to make up for it.” He nods, “Only if you sit and enjoy it with me.” They smile at each other and go on. Annabeth’s heart leapt when she saw his smile. “Let’s go get you that coffee.”
Think you can do a Misha x reader where he says he is in love with her to Ruth as the reader is doing a panel but what they don’t realize is that Ruth’s microphone is on and the reader and the crowd hear everything. The confession, when he realized it, and how he thinks he wouldn’t have a shot.
Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Today was exciting, you got to wake up in Chicago -one of your favorite cities- and tonight, you got to do your first solo panel at the convention. You didn’t mind doing panels with the other actors on the show, they were a blast, but getting your own panel helped you feel really accomplished as an actress. You felt like people out there really appreciated you.
Your panel was scheduled to be right after Ruth’s, and you didn’t have any photo-ops or autographs scheduled until tomorrow, so you thought you’d spend the day just wandering around the convention. Surprising fans, taking selfies with them, you were even known to do crazy stuff like talk on the phone to a fan’s friend who didn’t believe that they were really talking to you. They loved that you did this because most of the cast didn’t.
While Ruth was up on stage doing her panel, you were in the back picking on some snacks; you had skipped dinner because you were just a tiny bit nervous. You grabbed a bag of Doritos and went over to sit with Misha, who was also backstage for some reason.
“Hey Misha, you planning on crashing my panel or something?” you asked, teasing him.
“Huh? - oh no, I um, I was gonna go..do something here soon.” He said nervously.
You looked at him with half smile and a raised eyebrow.
“Wow, that wasn’t vague at all..”
“Y/N, I uh,” But he was cut off, because Ruth was stepping off stage and you were being told to go go go!
“But I haven’t finished my Doritos..” You said to the woman rushing you on stage.
Ok, whatever you thought to yourself. Things seemed to be weird today. You were looking for a mic when someone rushed up to you and hooked one onto your shirt, and handed you the radio looking thingy to hook onto your pants or wherever.
The audience was cheering for you and laughing at how you reacted to the person that rushed up to you to put the mic on, “Thanks” you told him, and he rushed back off stage.
You looked up to the audience with a sarcastic smile on your face. “Well, I guess they’re tired of us dropping all their microphones.” to which they responded with laughter.
You made more jokes, answered some questions, and before you knew it your hour was almost up. You had just started telling a story about a prank you pulled on Jared, when you stopped talking for a moment and everyone got quiet. You heard hushed voices, and you realized what it was. Ruth must still be wearing her mic, and she’s talking to Misha.
“Why don’t you just talk to her Misha? You won’t know until you ask her.” You heard Ruth say.
“Ask who what?” You said to the audience, but neither Ruth or Misha heard you. So the audience just laughed.
“She won’t want me,” It was Misha talking now. Everyone was hushed again. Everyone desperately wanted to know what they were talking about. “she’s younger than I am, she’s way too beautiful -inside and out- I’m just not good enough for her,” Ruth cut him off as you mouthed to the audience,
“I think someone has a crush, you guys..” You heard hushed giggles from some girls in the front row, but mostly everyone was just trying to listen to the conversation happening backstage.
“Wait dear, how long have you felt this way?” she asked him, she could hear the passion in his voice.
“Well, it started about a year ago, when she started on the show,” Misha admitted. Wait, I started on the show about a year ago, you thought. “When she showed up to set for the first time, with toothpaste in her hair and down her shirt because she thought she would get in trouble for being ten minutes late,” He paused. You could hear the smile in his voice when he talked about that first day. He had met you a couple of times before already, but your first day on the set of Supernatural was one to remember.
“Y/N’s just who I want to be with, and I know there’s no way she feels the same. She mostly avoids me, and then when she does talk about to me, I miss it up everytime.”
The audience had caught on, and started ‘aww-ing’ and cheering. You had caught on. You stood there in shock with your mouth wide open, and you could feel your face turning red. You didn’t know what to do; and clearly Misha and Ruth still had no idea that you all had heard their conversation, that was still going on. But with all the cheering it was now completely drowned out.
Ruth must have realized what was going on, because she quickly stepped out on stage. Seeing the look on your face, she now knew for sure that’s what just happened. She started to take your mic off, helped you close your panel -which was over anyway- and you left the stage. You needed to find Misha.
The truth was that you felt the exact same way about him. That’s why you tried to avoid him most of the time, and when you did try to carry on a normal conversation with him he just sort of locked up and started stuttering a bit. So you just thought he didn’t like you very much.
You found him in the dressing room; the whole cast had to share one at this hotel. He looked up at you when you walked in with a look on his face that told the whole story of his embarrassment.
“Y/N, you were not meant to hear any of that, and I’m so sorry that everyone heard. I feel like an idiot.” He quickly rambled out.
“I know you are.” You said with smirk.
“What, sorry or an idiot?”
“Well, I was just going for idiot but I guess both.” You couldn’t stop your smile now, it was as if all the tension between the two of you had just vanished. Now that you knew the truth about how he felt, you wanted to waste no time.
“Well, I really-” he started, but you quickly cut him off.
“Misha, just come here.”
He listened, he walked over to you and crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and hungry for a moment, but became softer, and sweeter. It was evident you both had wanted this for a very long time. After standing there for a few minutes getting out whatever built up passion you could in the unlocked dressing room, you pulled away. You just stared into his eyes, this is what you wanted.
“So does that mean-?” He started, again. But you interrupted him once more.