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Turn Around

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Title: Turn Around

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon: Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;) I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy.  You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face.  Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today.   When you entered her lab, she could tell right away.  Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.

Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face.  It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.

You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly.  It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time.  Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.

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Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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A/N: This is what I wrote when that horrible episode about hypnosis came out. Blame @poipoi1912 for getting me so hyped up that I needed to write. Please note that the author of this imagine does not blame @poipoi1912 in the slightest, and was going to crack under the stupidity of season 18 eventually.

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“The judge let that in?” I asked looking up from the tomatoes I was chopping.

“Yeah why not?”

Without looking up I said. “Because it’s stupid.” I could feel his anger rising, so I added. “No seriously there is no precedent. Except if you want to take that 20-year-old piece of shit, which doesn’t even relate. Plus it’s unconstitutional

What about Tanner v. United States?“

“There hypnosis is only for defendants. It assumes that the hypnosis was performed by a licensed practitioner.”

“What does it matter it worked. The guy is going away for a long time. Justice won.”

“I am not so sure.” Feeling the urge to triple check my criminal procedures book.

“He raped her.” As if it was ever that simple. I looked up from my tomatoes.

“I don’t doubt that. But there is such a thing as procedure. Are you telling me Miranda v. Arizona was wrong?”

“Of course not.” He had sat down and pulled the celery towards him and started chopping.

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I Bet You Won’t Do It Again

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Jimin+others*no sexual contact*)

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Summary: Jungkook and you have been seeing each other for years now, you love each other deeply. But Jungkook has been away touring a lot and you were lonely. He comes back and doesn’t like what he sees, which makes him jealous {involving Jimin}.

Warning: Very Dirty Smut, Spanking, Bruising, Dom-kook, Overstimulation, Choking, Daddy Kink, Rimming, Dirty language,[A lot of filthiness is in here omfg ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ)] Name calling {Slut,Whore etc} and finally Begging, 

A/N: This took me a while, to get into my real dirty side, Since I took a while away from writing smut, Also I’m not sure if you want sex included in it, but since this usually leads to sex in my head,I hope I didn’t overdo it lol, Jungkook does things to me. Yeah I hope you enjoy this mess..well it’s not messy but yeah..it’s a mess huhuhu

Jungkook smut “I’m going to spank you until you are crying, begging me to stop” Where he spanks you because he is jealous - anon


It has been 3 months, since you last saw Jungkook. You were feeling lonely, and neglected. You knew he loved you, and you loved him, but you couldn’t help that you were horny. You would often help yourself because he wasn’t there to satisfy you.You’d watch him live on a show and get worked up on how good he looked every time he appeared.

You’d moan his name,slowly fingering yourself, every time you heard him speak so innocently. Squirming with the pillow between your chest.

“Jungkook I love-” gasping already reaching your high,tensing up just by hearing him sing. Your middle finger, covered in your cum, you ride out your high, with your finger still deep inside of you. Once you pull out you stare at it, not ashamed but worried.

“How long will I be doing this…” You sigh, getting up and walking into the bathroom to wash your hands. Once you left the bathroom, the phone began to ring, as you picked it up a accustomed adorable voice answered.

“Hey! y/n, How have you been?” He says concerned but with a cute growl. His eyes wide, imagining your smile right now.

“Oh how, i missed your voice Jimin” You hear his cute chuckle over the phone before replying

“Y/N, we are back from touring,ah.. jungkookie misses you a lot, he’s been talking about how much he wanted to see you- Jungkook cuts him off, covering his mouth and aggressively shoving him, catching the other members attention.”YA! Jungkookie haha will you come meet us at the coffee shop in 30?” He giggled as kookie tried to grab the phone.

You grinned, “yay!, I’ll be there soon” After hanging up, you hop in the shower and grab a towel after you get out in 20 minutes, and put on a cute black bra and panty set. Jungkook being the one that bought it for you before he left. You put a pink floral crop top, and black shorts, that barely covered your thighs on. You put on black knee high socks and some cute high heels, You put your hair up into a cute bun (whether your hair being naturally curly or straight)

You grabbed your black over sized sweater and left out, When you were walking and crossing the street, You saw Yoongi a friend and someone who worked with kookie, walk outside the coffee shop, to sit outside. Your eyes followed to witness the rest of them sitting outside, eating donuts and drinking coffee.

Jimin was the first to see you and call your name, Jungkook who was munching on a donut, stopped chewing, looking up at you, his cheeks puffed up, looking like a cute bunny. You giggled at the reaction from the lover. He was staring intensively, almost choking on his donut when Namjoon accidentally hit him on the back with his elbow.

“y/n! come over here! we are over here” Jimin says, finishing his coffee already.

You walk over and Jimin quickly arose from his seat to snatch you up in his arms.

“Wooah, y/n you’ve gotten prettier!” Jimin complimented, looking you up and down. Jungkook kept staring like he never saw you before. You grinned, glancing at him as if you had a high school crush on each other.

Jimin noticed the glares, and waved his hands in front of the young maknae. Jimin smirked at Jungkook.

“y/n..you look beautiful” he spoke suddenly, you blushed at this as he was still staring. Jungkook stood up, and nervously scratches his head. He looked lost, forgetting what he was going to do, with powder from the donut on the side of his lips. You wiped it off, missing how you used to do it, when he was here frequently.

Jimin took your hand and held it, intertwining with yours. Jungkook eyed Jimin down.

“y/n, you are glowing!” He smiled at you, “Oh, I haven’t bought your coffee yet,my treat.” He says, 

“Jimin, you are the sweetest! thank you” You walk away with Jimin, glancing back at jungkook as he just stood there.

“Jungkookie-ah..Sit down” Yoongi said softly, looking at jungkook like he was obsessive and crazy. After coming back, jungkook being in daze, thinking about you. He turned his attention to you and jimin laughing about old times.

As he kept complimenting you on your looks ever since they came back. You giving sweet smile and blushes, that should’ve been toward jungkook, but he couldn’t find himself speaking at least one word to you. And he just sat there as if he were jealous of the hyung.

You stroked Jimin’s hair, angry at how Jungkook just ignored you, and spoke lightly to Taehyung.

“You look really cute with this hair color” You tilt your head, adoring Jimin’s eye smiles. Jungkook had the last straw, he clenched his fists looking over at you when you ruffled Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s hand, grazing over yours now.

“We should get going now”Jungkook said cutting off Jimin. 

“Hah..This guy..We just got here” Jin chuckled, with food in his cheeks.

“I have a surprise for y/n” He said, glaring at you darkly. He removed himself from the table. Grabbing your hand from Jimins, Practically dragging you to the house, you couldn’t even get a word out.

The rest just stared at you and Jimin shrugged it off, They went on to talking.

“Babe! What is wrong with you? You just embarrassed me in front of-” You yelled at him for yanking you upstairs, He ignored you until you got to the door.

“I don’t fucking care y/n.. open the door” He ordered furiously, breathing like a bull.You observed his expression, His hands clenching, his face flushed red. He was angry with you but you didn’t know why. You knew exactly what was going to happen once you both entered that house. You took your keys out, opening it slowly. He grabbed your wrist pulling you inside, and slamming you into the door, forcing it to close loudly.

“Jungkook!” You gasped, your hand still on the knob, your chest heaved, trying to catch your breathe. 

“Are you trying to piss me off y/n?” He says sternly, locking you into his direction, with his hands pinned on to both sides of the wall. Your grasp on the inside knob of the door, weakened and your hand slowly came up to his chest. Trying to create this small distance between you too.

“No! what is your problem? You’ve only said a few words to me, and ignored me the whole time-

“What gives you the right, to flirt with Jimin?, in front of me?, You think Daddy wouldn’t notice?” He grunts, moving in closer to your ear. “Over my knee ..now y/n” He roughly removes his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

You were getting really turned on by this, loving this side of him, missing his touch and his dominance over you. You gained lust for him, biting your lip as you watched him sit across the couch with his legs spread out.

He licks his lips, looking up at you now, waiting for you to approach him and once you did, he took you into his strong grasp, displaying you across his knees. He pulled off your shorts and ripped off your panties, seeing those black panties, made him strain you.

“Fuck y/n, do you know what you do to me?” He growls, smacking your ass, and squeezing your right cheek all at once. The sound bounced off the walls, making you moan at the feeling.

You were getting wet by his jealous behavior, and the feel of his rough hands on your ass. Your legs bolted up, when he landed another slap on your left cheek a bit harder, squeezing and rubbing the purple colored skin.

“Daddy shit!” you hissed, pushing yourself up,shivering helplessly.. whimpering at this point, your wetness pouring down your thigh. The pleasure being that intense.

“Now i’m going to ask you this simple question Y/n” He lifts your ass in the air, admiring the view of it in his face practically, “And if you give me the wrong answer, I’m going to spank you until you are crying” He pauses, landing another hard smack and squeeze to your ass, you gasped biting your lap.

Moaning in awe, and gripping the couch for dear life.

“Begging me to stop” He continued, teasingly, sticking a finger into your wet hole. You squealed, trying to move away from his middle finger.

“Jungk-” You growled at him, instinctively grabbing his wrist.”You’re gonna make me cum already” You moaned 

“You’re soaked babygirl.” He said, before gripping your hand and putting straining you down. “I hope you haven’t been fucking your self while I was away” He warned, slowly moving his finger in and out of your convulsing hole.

You blushed, knowing that you have. You burried your face into the cushion.

“Have you?” He spanks you harder twice more, biting down on to his lap, making it bleed. He loved watching you suffer.

“Daddy please!” You cried out.

“Beg me”He grunted,”Beg me to fucking stop y/n”

“Jungkookie! i’m going to cum pleaseeee”A cryful moan escaping your lips.

“Please what babygirl?” He chuckled darkly at your struggle.

You grind yourself onto his thighs, biting on the couch, at how painful his hands were treating you but turning you on at the same time. You clenched around his finger hard, knowing that you were so close already, and as he sped up you were leaking on to his finger and thigh.

“Answer the fucking question y/n!” He gripped you ass again, landing 3 more smacks, making you cum unexpectedly on to his pants. You moaned his name loudly. He smirked and shaking his head. “You dirty little whore”

“Yes” You say purposely, giggling seductively, rising your ass in air a bit higher than it was.

He pulls your head back, roughly kissing you, rudely sticking his tongue into your mouth without permission, you didn’t mind, battling with his tongue, and cupping his jaw. 

He stood up, unbuckling his pants, clenching his jaw and smirking at you hungrily. He nods his head over to the kitchen counter. You licking your lips and walking over to the counter. He threw his belt over to the side following you.

He grabs your waist, making out with you now, performing opened mouth kisses on you, and grinding into your exposed wet pussy, his hand came up under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. He latched his lips onto your neck, sucking deeply at the flesh making a moan escape your bruised lips.

Your clit throbbing, anticipating for his cock to rub up against it. He turns you around, your back facing his, he began to kiss the back of your neck. You grabbed on to his hair, ruffling it into the palm of your hand.

You both began to strip off your shirts, he kissed your right shoulder, squeezing your left shoulder, anxious he was and so were you. The only sounds you could hear were faint moans and heavy breathing between you two. Unclasping your bra with just one hand, he threw it, biting at the tip of your ear now.

“You touched yourself to me y/n” He growled into your ear, you nodded, making him bend you over, and pull his pants down in just seconds. His pants hanging onto his thighs, He touched his aching cock and moaned throwing his head back.

“You’ve been such a dirty slut, since i’ve been gone y/n” He strokes his cock repeatively, hard squeezing the pre cum out. Running his thumb over the tip and cursing when he felt your ass brush against the wet tip.

He stroked once more, before ramming his cock inside of you, he let you adjust before moving inside you,letting himself go deep, and pulling himself off before ramming back inside of you.You cried out in complete bliss, He grabbed a hand full of you hair. Rimming you into the counter, and telling you dirty things.

“Who owns this pussy y/n, tell me” He grunts, hitting your spot so easily,His thick cock thrusted up into you, rubbing against your clit so nicely, making you lose control and crying out his name. His starts to rub your clit rapidly,Pinching the bud as the wet sounds filled both of your ears, making your mouth drop at the sudden action. It felt so fucking good too.

“You-u daddy!” You moaned, pushing yourself into him, grinding your clit on to his middle finger, as pre cum slipped continuously out of you. You growled, when he slapped your ass again, sending shockwaves up your spine, coursing through your groin, making you even more horny.

“No one will ever fuck you like this, you got it!” He shouted, his rough hand, clutched on your neck, rimming deep into you now, you shouted at this, choking and biting your bottom lip so hard. He had marks all over your back, Both of you sweating in the heat of rough sex.

“Fuck me with your fat cock baby” You cried out, clenching around him now, 

He grabbed your right breasts, slapping at it and holding your chest close to him, whispering in your ear about how much he loves how your pussy clenches around him. He gasped, his mouth dropping, his cock twitching inside of you. With his hot cum spilling out of you, down your leg.

He came violently, without warning you and so did you. His body twitched as he spilled inside of you as he pulled out slowly. You wrapped your arm around his neck, kissing him again.

“Since when do you get jealous?” You teased him, sweeping your hair back from your face.

“y/n …don’t start” He chuckles, as he cleans both of you off.

You lick your lips playfully as he looks up at you exposing his adam’s apple while zipping up his pants. “What if I told you I used toys” You say as you played with his chin.

“Oh?..without me?…” He smirks, looking down at your hardened nipples. “I bet you wont do it again

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Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

Prompt: Having last seen your boyfriend the previous week, you were surprised to get a call. The call is from the police station as they claim to have someone called ‘The Doctor’ in their holdings and he gave them your number.

By: Me!~~~~~

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“My friends don’t walk, they run! Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun. Poppin’, poppin’ balloons with guns. Gettin’ high off helium. We paint whi-.”

You quickly move over to your bed from the bathroom, tightening a towel around your body. You pick up your phone and press it to your ear, voice coming out breathily. “Hello?”

The voice coming from the other end was stern and official-sounding yet not mean. “Is this (Y/N) (L/N)?”

You tense up, eyes wide as your mind begins racing.

Did I do something wrong again?

Did my mother get arrested for finally snapping and killing her neighbor?

Did all my speeding tickets catch up with me? I plan on paying them back, I swear!

You lick your suddenly dry lips before clearing your throat. “This is she.” Your voice ended up coming out embarrassingly high-pitched.

“We have someone here who gave us your number. Someone called… the Doctor.”

All the tension exits your body and a sigh of relief escapes you. You adjust your towel as you change from your previous tense position. It’s just the Doctor…

“Yes, I know him. And what is it that he’s done?”

The sounds of papers moving around made a spark of nervousness seep back in. Please don’t tell me he caused too much trouble.

“Well, as from our witnesses, he was seen running around the city with a strange device. We received frantic phone calls from people at the fear of it possibly being a bomb. So, we detained him in hopes of getting information. And from our interrogation he claims that the…” He trailed off as the sounds of papers picked up again for a few seconds before he continued. “… that the machine was, and I quote, ‘Just a machine that goes ‘ding’ when there’s stuff’. This was coming from him. And after investigating we couldn’t find anything dangerous or harmful with the machine so, through all technicality, we are to let him go. And the first number he gave us was yours so do you think you could… ?”

The question remained unsaid and the silence was enough to prompt you to start speaking. “Y-yes! Yes, I will be right to the station! Um, no problem at all.” You quickly state as you move around your bedroom grabbing random articles of clothing from the floor in your rush to get dressed.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The officer then hung up and you were free to jump around in your rush to get dressed.

Oh, Doctor. Of course this happened to you!

-Time Skip-

You arrive at the station, eyes quickly moving around the crowded area as you looked for a familiar face. And you were not disappointed as your eyes locked on the Doctor. The sight was quite comical.

He sat there, legs casually crossed as if he was not in a police station. A small-ish machine sat in his lap and beside them were his hand-cuffed hands. “Doctor.” You mumbled as you began moving forward towards him.

And, as if he heard you, he immediately turned towards you. His casual and bored expression faded into a large grin as he gave you a wave. “(Y/N)!” He greeted, paying no mind to the dirty looks some of the other people and officers were giving him.

You quickly reached him and an officer approached you. Your eyes unconsciously widened as you took in the large form of the man in front of you. You had to practically crane your neck in order to look at his face. He did not seem unkind and had a certain warmth to him regardless of the oldness and darkness in his eyes.

“Ms. (L/N)?” The voice from the phone.

You gave a quick nod. “Yeah, that’s me.” The officer nodded before looking over his shoulder at the other officers and giving them a nod. One of the younger officers moved towards the Doctor before unlocking the handcuffs.

When the Doctor was free he adjusted his jacket and his bowtie, grin planted firmly on his face throughout. “Much better.” He stated, bouncing on the heels of his feet slightly.

The officer looked away from the Doctor in order to look at you. “You both are now free to leave.” Before simply walking away, no other words needed. You didn’t question it and quickly grabbed the Doctor’s hand before dragging him out of the building as quickly as possible.

“Someone’s eager, eh?” The Doctor teased when you arrived outside. You gave him a look as you face him, crossing your arms under your chest in your signature ‘I’m angry’ pose. “Uh oh.” He mumbled as he gave you a fearful look. You were not to be toyed with when cross.

“I can’t leave you alone for a week?” You asked, exasperation in your voice. The Doctor was unable to look you in the eye. You tilted your head. “What were you doing here anyway?”

The Doctor cleared his throat before replying. “Well, I was looking for something.” The look you gave clearly signified needing more than that. “Well, it’s a present… for you.” At your softening expression he quickly continued.

“You see, the both of us have been dating for a few years now. And I thought that it was time for the next step in our relationship.” Your breath hitched. “Both of us were out last week on the planet Scarovia. And there, we were looking for a souvenir so that you could have something to take back with you. And you saw this ring at one of the shops and… you made a comment that got me thinking.” Your eyes widened in recollection.

“For a Time Lord… time is no issue. But, for a human? It’s different. You don’t have as much time. And I know that! But… it doesn’t matter to me.” You go to speak but he stops you. “No, I have to do this. I mean, I didn’t plan on this happening here but… things don’t always go as plan. Anyway, it truly doesn’t matter that you’re human. I…” He paused, eyebrows furrowing as if he was contemplating something.

Is he? No. No way. He’s the Doctor. It’s impossible. It’s not… him. I mean, I’ve dreamed this for a while but… it couldn’t be.

And it seemed he had enough trying to talk himself out of it as he just decided to go on. “I love you!” He blurted and your jaw dropped. He didn’t give you time to think. “You’ve said it to me already and… and I didn’t say it back. But, trust me. I’ve loved you for a while. I just… I just have issues saying it. I couldn’t say it a long time ago and it’s troubled me ever since. But, I won’t let the opportunity pass with you. Never with you.”

Your eyes begin to water. You’ve wanted him to say those words for so long but, he never did. And you’d kinda grown to accept the fact that he never would. But, to hear him say it… It’s unbelievable.

The Doctor gave you some time to take everything in before continuing. “And because I am so afraid of losing you…” He seemingly steeled himself before dropping to one knee. Your hands went to your mouth as a sob escaped you. You were half-heartedly aware of the fact that people had stopped and were staring but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care.

He reached into his pocket and revealed a small white box. He held it up to you before opening it. Tears were falling by this point but, you tried wiping them away to look at the ring. It was a beautiful ring. Silver band that was in the pattern of vines with small flowers engraved into it. And in the center was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. A purple gem at first glance. Big but not overly so that it was ridiculous. The thing was that you had to look closer. Inside of the gem you could see swirls of blue, green, red, white, and every color. All of them perfectly mixed inside of the gem and it clicked as to what it was. Space. The galaxy. Inside the ring.

The Doctor, feeling nervous, began doing what he did best. Talking. “Yeah, um, the gem. From the planet Vigarah. It’s a Vasper Gem and inside of it is a little snapshot of the universe. I mean, I can’t exactly get you the universe. Well, I mean I could perhaps. I may have a few friends who owe me a few favors and everything but… you’re not one for showy things. So… I gave you the 2nd best thing. I-If you don’t like it I could get you something else? There’s another beautiful gem in Wexon, if you’d like? Or maybe the gem of Ca-?”

“Yes.”

It was silent for a few moments as the Doctor stared at you. His mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times before he finally stuttered out a response. “D-did you say yes?” At your teary eyed smile and nod a bright grin took over his face. “You said yes!”

There was applause all around you as the Doctor rose to his feet. He clumsily put the ring on your finger before kissing your hand. “You’ve made me the luckiest man in the universe.” He said, honesty shining in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“You’ve made me the luckiest woman. And I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

The Doctor didn’t hesitate as he quickly pressed his lips to yours. Your arms went around his neck in order to pull him closer and, in return, his arms went around your waist to pull you to him.

Best. Day. Ever.

Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland


It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”

*****

The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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Fools Part 3

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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

How to read the story:

(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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A Little Too Late Part 17

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 17

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1,133

Warnings: fluff and a bit of angst.

A/N: It’s SWEET TREAT SATURDAY! So here is another part to ALTL!! I hope you all enjoy this next part! It’s not as heavy as it has been, so a little break is good right??? You can still request headcanons for my 500 follower celebration until 12/05/2016 EST! I think instead of putting out another Gabriel fic, I’ll put out a couple of the requested Gabriel headcanons!

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You read the article from Sam’s computer once you finished eating.  The article explained how people would disappear in a nightclub.  The janitor of the nightclub would find a body the next morning with the brain missing.  You raised an eyebrow at the screen.  “So we’re dealing with a wraith?  Those are fun,” you remarked with heavy sarcasm.  Nevertheless this case distracted you from yourself, so you were excited.

“Looks like it,” Sam sighed, eyeing the book on the other table.  There will still ten books to read.  Sam would rather be reading them than go on this hunt.  “How about I just stay behind this time,” Sam proposed.

You raised an eyebrow at Sam, “why?”

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A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making.

These are the gifs I’m starting with:

And here’s what I’m ending with:

note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts.

Instructions under the cut!

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BAD TEMPER + masterlist + part II


Request: One shot of kylo falling in love with someone that has an even worse temper than him

A/N: So this ended up being much more longer than I expected? Oops! Anyways, enjoy my lovely kylovers :)

Word Count: 4.8K+

Warning: Profanity


It must’ve been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper–it wasn’t like you destroyed the place when things didn’t go your way–but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance’s best soldiers to date. Though, you weren’t Force Sensitive nor were you a ‘helluva pilot’, you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.

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AN: So, I asked people to tell me what countries they were from and can I say: WOW, I have readers from right here in the USA, England, Finland, Canada, Hungary and so many other places! Again, WOW! Some people were asking where I live, and I am from America, more specifically New York. Anyway, thank you  nuriruzaru for requesting such a cool imagine! I hope you like it! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Prompt: I found your blog last week and I loved!! Your writing is so lovely. I know requests are close but would be awesome if you can do a Steve x Reader and the reader at the beginning works for Hydra, they fall in love and the reader change her mind, but the rest of the avenger discover her and get mad or something like that. (Sorry if i say something wrong, I’m not a native english speaker)

((^^^ Honey you’re English is fine and perfectly understandable, don’t worry about it! ))

Warnings: Some mentions of torture, abuse, and some violence. Very mild though.

PS: I would highly recommend that you listen to the last song on the AoU soundtrack (It’s called~ New Avengers) while you read this one, I listened to it on repeat as I typed it and they work very well together. Happy reading!

****This turned out so long I AM SORRY***

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Made A Different Call”

He wasn’t supposed to be in this battle. You had read each Avenger’s file, line by line, and he was the one that you had been the most ill prepared to fight. Though at a first glance he seemed to be the easiest to defeat out of the team, you knew by his history with HYDRA and how he never gives up during a fight that he would be hard to shake off.

You had anticipated that maybe the Black Widow or Hawkeye would be the ones accompanying the SHIELD agents on the raid, not Captain America.

You stood by the front of the doors, ready for action; you had your knifes in your hands, your spares strapped to your thighs, and your mind set into warrior mode.

You heard your fellow HYRDA agents scream in pain as Captain America and his team of SHIELD agents made it close and closer to you. You were stronger than the other agents, by far, and that was why you were set up as a last line of defense. Still, you hadn’t thought that they were going to make it this far.

You threw a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that the door behind you was shut and locked, that was what they were here for. Behind that metal door was an entire gallery of HYRDA information and secrets, ones that the Avengers desperately wanted.

A blast came from in front of you, and suddenly a man decked out in red, white, and blue came marching in, behind him was a small group of soldiers.

You swallowed your fears and hit the small button on your earpiece. “It’s time.”

HYRDA soldiers came pouring out of the vents and the ceiling where they had been hidden and began to attack the SHIELD agents, but you just stood still and watched the Captain.

His eyes narrowed at you, clearly seeing that you were in charge and the largest threat in the room.

Smiling at him devilishly, you twirled the knife in your hands. “Ready to dance, Captain?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, ma'am.”

You charged at him with your blade pointing at his chest. When you were close enough, he grabbed your forearm and flung you over his head. You were caught by surprise, yet you still managed to land on your feet.

Steve detached his iconic shield from his arm and began to fend off your knife attacks, but only barley. You were almost too fast for him, you could hear him grunting every time you almost managed to get the blade around his shield.

Growing frustrated, you tossed the knifes aside and grabbed either side of the shield, then jumped up and kicked him with both feet in the chest. He flung backwards, and you kept hold of his shield.

“Looks like the tables have turned, yeah?” You mocked as you held the shield in front of you protectively.

“I don’t understand.” Steve mumbled. “You seem too young to be involved in something like this. Why are you fighting against us?”

Old memories, ones that brought about more pain than you would like to admit, began to surface. You growled and narrowed your eyes at him. “Mind your own damn business.”

The Captain’s eyes flickered right above your shoulder, but before you could turn around something hit you on the back of the head. You fell and dropped his shield, you watched numbly as it rolled on its side on the floor.

Just as a fuzzy, black darkness began to take over your brain you felt rough hands pick you up, presumably some SHIELD agent about to finish you off.

“Leave her.” You heard the Captain say. “Let’s just get the information we need and get out, she’s not going to stop us in that state.”

And, unfortunately, he was right. The darkness completely took over each of your senses, pushing you further and further into sleep until, finally, you felt nothing at all.

~*~*~*~

Two weeks had passed since Captain America had defeated you, which indirectly led to the unraveling of everything else in your life.

You were alone and, as much as you hated to admit it, scared. Once the head of HYRDA had learned that you had let SHIELD get a hold of important information, they had you locked up in a dark cell. They beat you, spat on you, and made you feel so much fear for your life that you went numb.

However, just when you were beginning to loose hope, you spotted a chance to escape. You ran through miles and miles of dense woods until you came upon a small town. You hopped on the nearest train to New York City, knowing full well that the man which had caused you to be so brutally abused resided there with his pitiful team of heroes.

It was easy enough to find the tower, after all, the name ‘STARK’ was written across it in shinning, light-up letters. Once you located him, you tapped into your stealthy training and discreetly followed the Captain around every time he left the tower.

You always had a knife on you, ready to strike when the time was right.

And this moment, you decided, was that time.

The Captain had taken a turn down an alley on his way back from a small restaurant, as he has done many times. Normally there was at least one or two people in there, but with the daytime sky fading into night, no one wanted to be caught in that kind of secluded area. Well, except Captain America, who didn’t seem to take note of dangerous situations like that.

Just as he rounded the corner you flicked the knife up into your hands, your fingers wrapping firmly around the handle.

You had nothing else to live for. No job, no home, no money, no loved ones–nothing. You had nothing to loose.

At first you wanted to take him by surprise, stab him in the back and watch him die without knowing what happened. But then you realized that there would be much more satisfaction in a fight with him, one where you could express your hate to him properly and not just behind the point of a hidden blade.

You approached him quietly, then wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, holding the blade up to his throat.

“Miss me, Captain?”

You could see his eyes go wide from over his shoulder.

He was in normal, civilian clothes, and without his precious shield. His life was in your hands, and you knew it.

You pulled away and shoved him from behind, causing him to stumble onto the ground.

Such filth. You muttered in your mind. What makes him more deserving of a good life than me?

Quickly, he jumped to his feet and spun around, his eyes narrowing on you. It took him a moment, but then you could see it click. “You…you are the girl that I fought at the HYRDA base, right?”

“Yes, the ones that you humiliated and shamed.” You hissed as you pointed the knife tip in his direction.

“I spared your life.” Captain America said with a frown.

“You should have killed me!” You screeched, your anger getting the better of you. “You would have done me a favor.”

He tilted his head to the side a bit, clearly confused. “How? You are alive, you can do anything you want now. You can make a better life for yourself!”

You laughed humorlessly. “Not everyone is presented with such opportunities.”

“You don’t have to be presented with opportunities, just go and–”

You rolled your eyes and tossed the knife at him, which he, of course, dodged promptly. You pulled two more out of your jacket pockets where you had an entire stash, ready to cut to have the Avenger’s blood on them.

“You see, that’s your problem.” You said as the two of you began to circle each other. “You think too much humanity, you think that everyone is good in some way that things will always work out. We can’t all be Captain Americas, you know.”

He glared at you when you said the last bit in a mocking tone. In a tight, on-edge tone, he said, “My name is Steve.”

You glared at him, you really had no interest in his name.

“Why do you hate me so much, out of everyone in SHIELD, why me?”

As the sun set, your patience broke. You ran up to him and attempted to stab him, but your emotions were so chaotic that you couldn’t focus and you dropped the knifes on the ground and nearly stumbled on top of them. Steve caught your arms, then pulled you back up and pinned you to a wall.

“You ruined me!” You felt the tears start to come as you relived everything that had happened. “After they heard that I failed to protect the information, they locked me away and did awful things to me. I escaped with only my life, and now I have no where to go.”

You spat in his face, but he didn’t look angry. His colorful eyes bore into yours, and for some reason your chest began to tighten.

“All because…all because of me?”

You sobbed quietly to yourself as you hung your head in shame. You were always taught to hide your emotions by HYRDA, who had taken you in as a small orphaned child.

“I’m sorry.” Steve whispered.

Your gaze snapped up to him and your watery eyes widened. “You are sorry?”

“Of course I am.” He said. “I caused your life to fall apart.”

A silence fell upon the dark alley, it was full of tension and fatigue.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Steve said suddenly as he released you from his grip. “You said you had no where to go, right? I have an apartment that I sometimes use when I don’t feel like staying in the tower, you can stay there if you want. There is food there, some clothes, a shower-”

You looked up at him with a completely baffled expression. “Wait, you are going to give me a place to stay? I was just about to kill you! Aren’t you supposed to lock me up, put me in jail, or something like that?”

“That may be what the others would do, but I am making a different call.” He said, and a small smile appeared on his lips. “I can see that you are struggling, and I feel like I need to help you out.”

He took your hand in his (to make sure that you don’t run off or try something) and led you through a maze of streets. After what felt like years of walking, you ended up at a small apartment building.

When you walked into his tiny home, you were pleasantly surprised to find that everything was neat and homey. He had a nice couch, a decent sized kitchen, and perfectly temperate rooms.

He walked away for a brief moment and came back with some clothes and a plate of leftover pizza.

“I’m sorry if the shirt and pants are too big, I only have clothes that fit me here.” He said as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind considering you were just going to sleep in them.”

You nodded and let out a small, “It’s fine” before heading into the bathroom to change.

When you came out, you saw him sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on the screen of a television.

You weren’t one to get self-conscious easily (due to your HYRDA training) but seeing him sitting there made you feel embarrassed to be in such baggy clothes. You snatched the nearest blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you silently sat on the farthest edge of the sofa.

“Have you ever seen this show?” Steve asked when he saw that you were out of the bathroom.

“No.” You responded quietly. “HYRDA didn’t let us watch any television.”

“None at all?” Steve said, and you thought that he was trying too hard to sound friendly but you still appreciated the positive vibe he gave off. “Well, then you have to watch this, you’ll love it.”

You and Steve watched the show for hours and hours, and throughout the marathon you two had somehow gravitated towards each other.

And, somewhere between the fifteenth and sixteenth episode, his lips landed on yours. You weren’t sure why you had wanted to kiss him, but the urge was very much present every time he spoke or moved, and apparently it was for him too. It was random, yet it completely made sense. Some sort of invisible yet all powerful attraction tied you two together.

In the ashes of your died out hatred rose a powerful feeling of caring.

~Steve~

He work up the next morning with his phone buzzing in his pocket and a girl who had tried to kill him in his arms.

Slowly, he slipped out of her reach and crept away from the couch that she was resting on. He didn’t understand why he liked her so much, but he wouldn’t change the feeling for the world.

“What?” He whispered into his phone’s speaker.

“We have a situation at the tower.” He heard Tony say, who sounded rather irritated. “We intercepted a message from one HYRDA commander to another, but it’s in a code that we can’t seem to crack. Whatever this message says, we think that it is important.”

Steve’s eyes flickered over to the angel sleeping on his couch, and an idea popped into his head. “I’ll be there in ten, and I think I know how to solve the problem.”

~*~*~*~

“What the hell is this?” Tony hissed, gesturing to Y/N, who had her gaze glued to the ground.

Steve could tell that she was beginning to feel ashamed with her work in HYRDA, he practically had to beg her to come with him.

“She is your only chance of breaking that code and finding out what the message says.” Steve said with an icy glare.

“She is a part of HYRDA, no?” Pietro Maximoff said, still clearly uncomfortable with being so close to the people who had experimented on him.

Was.” Steve replied, annoyed. “She was, but then she was kicked out. She wants to help us.”

The entire team’s gazes were locked on her, and a small tint of red dotted her cheeks.

“I don’t work for them anymore.” She said. “They left me in the dust because they thought that I had gone soft and that I was weak, I would never go back to them.”

“She is telling the truth.” Wanda, Pietro’s twin, confirmed. “I read her mind, and she speaks no lies.”

She smiled at Wanda, who generously returned it.

“Fine!” Tony said, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But if I catch even one questionable move on your part, I’ll have you regret even stepping foot in this tower. Understand?”

She nodded, and Steve walked over to her and entwined his fingers in hers.

Y/N sat down with a pen and the coded message in front of her. Steve could see her processing the jumble of numbers and letters in her head, then she began to write down phrases and sentences. Soon, and entire message was formed.

“They are planning an attack, they want to blast the SHIELD headquarters to bits.”

As it turned out, she was right. The Avengers were able to stop the attack before it happened, saving the lives of thousands of workers.

The others began to warm up to Y/N a little bit at a time, but she became to closet with the twins because of their common background with HYRDA. Steve, after being with her for a while, decided to move into his apartment where he was letting her stay. Y/N was able to start a new life and forget her past.

((I am sorry about how sucky the end got :) I hope you liked it!))

Under the cut you’ll find ### lyrics from seven Broadway shows. They could be useful for bios lyrics, sidebar descriptions, para titles, plot or character inspiration. The lyrics aren’t necessarily in order as they appear in the show, but they are grouped by song. My favorites are bolded. PS I would suggest looking up the context of the lyrics before using (especially because all these songs are too good to not listen to).  

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Below is a complete list of fanfics we posted as recommended by you readers out there, during Cockles Week 2015. 

Tantra Tutoring by jacklesandhydelecki

Summary:  Season 9 is well underway and Jensen is a little frustrated with his wife so far away. Misha decides to offer the wisdom and relief of Eastern mysticism and meditation to help them reconnect. It does not go as planned fortunately for all of us.

Second Take by betty days

Summary:  Wherein Destiel becomes canon, and Jensen and Misha face the consequences of their first kiss.

Fever by lysanatt

Summary:  It’s Christmas and the otherwise so mild Vancouver is hit by a rare blizzard. Misha is hit by the flu and Jensen is hit by the urge to take care of Misha. Of course there are unexpected consequences to it all.

The Plot by castiel_left_his_mark_on_me

Summary:  Jensen is happy that Danneel gets along with everyone from the show; especially the wives - which, doesn’t always bode well for him. Sometimes, however, certain things just happen to work out.

Better with Age by castiel_left_his_mark_on_me

Summary:  He has good reason to be paranoid - even if Misha is relaxed about the idea of the world knowing about them, Jensen sure isn’t. Life can already be tough in the public eye. Why would they want to make it harder by exposing all this? Yet, when it comes down to it, Jensen might not really have much say in the matter.

The Weight of Things Not Seen by wendyindahouse

Summary:  After an accident on set, Jensen is hospitalised and in a coma for 2 days. To everyone’s relief, when he wakes up he appears fine, but it soon becomes clear that Jensen’s memory has been affected. How much can he remember, not just about who he is, but about the people in his life, and what he feels for them?

Beyond This Earthly Realm by n_nami

Summary:  Nobody told Jensen that activating his magical abilities to improve his everyday life would make him see the spirits and colorful little monsters living in the realm beyond. However, nobody could’ve prepared him for falling for a cheeky gypsy who was trapped in the spirit realm centuries ago and who already knows him better than his co-ed Danneel and fellow magician Felicia together.
Misha and Jensen are head over heels for each other - if there weren’t those annoying technicalities, like the non-existence of a portal between the two realms. But when a wizard and the spirit of a gypsy set their mind to something, they get stuff done.

Despicable Misha by n_nami

Summary:  In a world where super-villains have to compete against each other each day to gain the respect of the Evil League of Evil and the support of the Bank of Evil, Mischievous Misha struggles with both, plus a distinctive lack of new ideas for heists. He’s been in the business for quite some time, and though his minions and his best friend Jared keep him busy just fine, it’s only when Jensen moves into the house next to Misha’s that he becomes aware there’s something more to life than being evil. What he doesn’t know is that Jensen is a villain like himself, just younger and an up and coming one, and only moved here to put Misha out of the way.

The Light of a Thousand Stars by casdoms

Summary: “So honey now… take me into your loving armssssssss!” Jensen sways a little to the music, “Kiss me under the light of a thousand starssssss… Place your head on my beating heart!” He closes his eyes with a grin, “I’m thinking out loud… that maybe we found love right where we are…”

A voice calls out from somewhere down the hall, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Jensen turns to scowl at the source of the voice before hollering, “Hey, FUCK YOU!”

He opens his mouth to say something else but suddenly Misha’s there and he’s got a hand on the collar of his shirt as he yanks him into the room.

Orizuru by kadielkrieger

Summary:  No matter how insignificant the question, Jensen has always craved answers. The origami birds scattered in his path are no exception - each accompanying message more obscure and more pointed than the last. As he slowly becomes the proud owner of a growing paper menagerie, Jensen has to decide whether to follow the clues or follow his heart.

Two steps forward by serenhawk

Summary:  Jensen is having issues. Work is getting on top on him and inside his head is not where he wants to be. So when something unexpected occurs with Misha it distracts him, but also complicates life in a way that it’s the last thing he needs. Or so he thinks.

When I was your man by n_nami

Summary:  After eight seasons of Supernatural, the writers finally decide to openly have Dean and Castiel fall in love. The only problem? Jensen and Misha fell apart when Misha left for most of season 7, and they had a hard time fixing their friendship ever since. Now it’s not only having to deal with character bleed – because Jensen starts to understand where Dean is coming from – but also with the fallout of their failed friends with benefits arrangement.

Reconciling Hollywood by qthelights

Summary:  Misha has always prided himself on his mastery of the first impression - both giving and receiving. After all, people are easy enough to read if examined through the appropriate lens. For the last two years he’s stuck to his guns and his assumption that Jensen is just a good guy who made a dick mistake back when he thought Misha was disposable. Pushed him up against a trailer door and took because he could. But now, with Jared overseas with his new bride, Jensen around more than ever, and a decision weighing heavy on his conscience, Misha realizes that truly knowing Jensen might be nearly as impossible as knowing himself.

Six Years by mymishaandjensenfic

recommended bc: “this is super cute super fluff and sweet” - anon

Summary:  Jensen and Misha have been working together for six years but they’re only friends. Jensen’s in love with Misha and jealous of Barrowman. Misha’s in love with Jensen and thinks it’s unrequited. Barrowman helps, or tries to.

Burning For You – by AleishaPotter

***A/B/O Dynamics***

Summary: Jensen’s heat suppressants fail just before he has to film an intense scene with Misha, the Alpha who caused all the problems to begin with.

Do You Know What You Think You Know – by ljunattainable

Summary: Everyone knows Jensen and Misha are together.  Nobody even thinks about it.  They just know.  Except Jensen and Misha.  They don’t know.  A few things happen in the space of a few weeks that leave everyone at least knowing the same thing

Just Breathe – by ocaptainrogers

Summary: Misha is sick – fucking miserable, but refuses to go home and rest instead of finishing up the last scene for the day. His own obstinacy is going to come right back and bite him in the ass and leave him in a much worse shape than he first thought. Luckily, a certain Jensen Ackles comes to his rescue.

Walking Up The Down Slope – by raelee514

Summary: Jensen Ackles loves his co-star Misha Collins;  there is just one big problem,  he married Danneel Harris and has tried to bury his attraction to Misha.  Until one night at a Christmas Party at Misha’s house he gets drunk.  Once something happens it can’t unhappen.

References – by n_nami

Summary: When Jensen was offered a role in an indie movie as Misha’s partner, he didn’t expect the filming of the included sex scene to develop like this.

The Truth – by ElizaStyx

Summary: Based on a lovely, emotional prompt from earth_dragon
She wrote: “Your awkward project is amazing! There’s something specific I’d like to see. There is never enough Emotional! Misha in cockles fic. I’d love to see a fic in which he’s just had a terrible, no good, very bad day/week/whatever. Nothing goes right. And by the end of it he’s just HAD IT and the last thing sets him off and he bursts into tears. Of course, neither he nor Jensen really knows what to do because it’s not really like Misha to react this, but Jen hates to see him hurting and upset.”
You may not believe me but I somehow managed to make it even sadder than it seems.

Human Mistakes – by jumble_of_fandoms

Summary: Misha knew he should have checked that photo more, but now it’s too late. Not only is he having to deal with the pressures of being at a con, he is now having to see all of the hate and malice being thrown his way. He also fears how Jensen will react when he finds out, and decides to lock himself in his room with a cheap bottle of whiskey to drown his fears.

I Never Knew – by Hallemcready

Summary: When Jensen and Jared push Misha too far, it leads to a confrontation and some long overdue truths.

Cockles in London by Tennyo 

Summary:  After Asylum 14, they decide to stay in London for a while before heading to Rome.

Imagine attending a family gathering with Jared

I throw my phone across the room, seeing it crash against the couch and finally falling on the floor. I have reached every single one of my friends trying to find someone who could come with me to this boring family meeting I had in a few days, but everyone seemed to be occupied or taken. It’s not like I needed a booty call, I just wanted someone to help me survive a night with my family.

I stare at my phone, trying to decide whether I should go and see if I broke it or not, but I’m too frustrated to move an inch. When the phone comes to life, announcing a new call, I leave aside my frustration and run towards the damned device.

“Yes?!” I answer quickly, not even looking at the caller ID.

“Call Jared”

Not even a hello? Ok. “Emma?”

“Call Jared, he’d go with you”

I throw myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh, “Jared doesn’t like to go out with me, he’s always avoiding me. Why would he want to go to this thing with me?”

“Just call him, please” Emma asks, probably a bit tired of my dateless situation, “You’ll thank me later”

Without even saying good bye, Emma hangs up on me. I stare at the phone, still processing Emma’s idea. Jared always looked bored around me, he didn’t even look me in the eyes the few times I was able to make him speak to me. The devil was handsome as hell, and going with him would be quite the experience, but I knew he’s answer even before searching for his name on my contacts.

I watch his name for a few seconds, but I’m already in a tight situation, being rejected by Jared wouldn’t affect me as much as I would expect. I dial the number, waiting only a matter of seconds before hearing his voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello?”

He sounds confused, and I would be too if I suddenly receive a phone call from him.

“Hey, Jared” My voice sounds trembly, I’m nervous when I shouldn’t be, there’s no reason for me to be like this, right?

“Oh, hi, how are you?”

“Um… Fine, I guess. You?”

“Fine too, thanks”

Most awkward conversation of my life. We have been on the phone for 10 seconds and it is the most we have talked in the last two years since Emma introduced us.

“Is everything alright?” He asks me, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us.

“Yes, I just… Well, I wanted to ask you something”

“Ok, go ahead” His voice sounds calm, the confusion left behind by hints of curiosity.

“Next friday I have a meeting, a family meeting” I start, “My family can be a bit… complicated and it is hard for me to face them alone. So… I was wondering if you…”

“Yes” He interrupts me, but is the only thing that he says. Jared suddenly shuts and I can hear him sigh through the line.

“Oh… “ I mutter, surprised by his quick answer, “Ok, then”

“Do I have to wear something in particular?”

“Not really, just avoid anything too colorful” I pause for a second, trying to recover my breath, “Thank you so much, Jared, I really appreciate it”

“It’s alright” He says, and I can feel the hint of a smile, even through the phone, “I guess I’ll see you friday then”

After saying my goodbyes to Jared I call Emma to thank her for the idea. She just laughs and recalls the fact that she said I would be thanking her later.

Friday comes faster than I expect. It’s almost five o’clock and I’m checking my reflection on the mirror. I’ve changed my clothes at least six times, and a seventh was coming.

The meeting starts at six and I still can’t decide what to wear. Great.

By the time I choose a simple black cocktail dress, my ring is already announcing Jared’s arrival. I quickly get on my heels and run downstairs. I freeze once I open the door.

“Hey” He greets me, a shy smile appears on his lips as he gives me one quick looks before avoiding my eyes completely.

Jared is dressed full on black. His jacket, shirt, trousers, his boots. All black. Except for the red plaid shirt tied around his hips.

I know I’m taking too long to ask him to come inside, but my eyes can’t look away from his eyes. His hair is falling on his shoulders, the wind moves it slightly to his face, and a sudden urge to come closer and put the strings of hair behind his ear is too much for me.

I look away, opening the door for him.

“I’ll be right back”

I try to smile, but I know the thing that appears on my face is a terrible attempt.

Back in my room, I grab my purse and phone. One last look in the mirror and I make sure to breath properly before going back to Jared.

He’s waiting by my door, checking his phone, smiling at something he just received. I want to ask, but I most certainly can’t.

“Ok, are you ready?” I ask him, feeling nervous but not knowing if the meeting or Jared was the real cause.

“Yeah, let’s go”

We get in his car, and I give him the address to my parents house. Half of the drive there we spent it in silence. Jared doesn’t look at me, he’s just concentrates on the rode, and I try to calm my nerves.

“Why are you so nervous?” He asks me, his eyes still on the road.

“I told you, they can be complicated” I shrug, “They always ask the wrong questions”

“All relatives do” He laughs, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time I hear it. And I want him to do it again.

“I know, but you’ll see…”

By the time we arrive, it’s already past six. My mother was gonna kill me. Jared parks right outside the house and helps me get out of the car. Our hands touch for a couple of seconds, and it feels way too good. But not so much when he slips it away, putting both inside his pockets.

I shrug the moment off and walk him to the front door, which I don’t even get to knock when I see my mom in front of us crossing her arms.

“You are late” She blurts, giving me a severe look, “It’s 6:15”

“It’s only 15…” I try to say, but she shuts me raising both hands.

“No excuses, now get inside”

The only thing I can do is nod and get inside the house, Jared following me in silence. She takes us to the backyard where my whole family laugh, eat and joke about anything.

“Ok, now I get it” Jared whispers in my ear, “Is this your whole family?”

“No, there are always those who prefer to send postcards” I shrug, counting at least 30 people in there, “Thanks for being my backup”

“No problem” He laughs, and I cringe at the sound.

During the first couple of minutes we are invisible. My family is too busy to notice us next to one of the tables, and I thank that. Jared is quiet, as always, and looks around amazed. My little cousins are running around ruining my mom’s flowers. The teens sit apart, looking annoyed at all the old ones. And the adults drink and eat like it’s the end of the world.

“Your family ain’t like this?” I ask him to break the ice.

“No, it’s just my mother, brother and I” He says with a smile, and his eyes finally looking at mine, “I think I’ve never seen this ammount of people in a backyard”

“When I was little it was worse, the ones that send postcards used to come too” I drink the rest of the white wine in my cup for dramatic effect, piercing his eyes with mine, “It was awful”

Jared laughs and I feel proud of myself. Well done, well done.

“Do you want me to get you a plate? You haven’t eaten a thing”

“I’m okay” He mumbles, looking at the food in the table.

“Jared, come on, you have to eat”

I grab him by the arm so we can stand by the center of the table. When I take a plate, I notice how distress he looks, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“Ok, what’s going on?”

“Your mom likes her meat” He mutters close to my ear, and I take it the funny way before realizing what he really means.

“Shit, I forgot” I say, stopping my laugh in a second, “I’m so sorry Jared, I forgot you were vegan. God, my mom do loves her meat. Shit, shit, shit”

“Hey, it’s okay” He stops me, grabbing the plate on my hands, “I’m sure there’s something I can eat”

“Jesus, Jared, even the salad has meat. God, I’m so sorry. Wait here, I’ll find you something to eat”

After naming half of Jesus’ family between apologies, I leave Jared alone before he stops me again, and I run to another table on the other side of the backyard. The food in here looks less meaty, and a bit more appropriated for Jared. I end up putting some salad in a plate and all the other things that look like they don’t have any animal in them. Satisfied by my effort, I return to the place where I left Jared only to find my little cousins trying to steal some cake.

“God, they found him”

My cousins give me a look probably thinking I’m crazy, but I leave them behind trying to find Jared in the sea of people.

This is the moment when I realize that our backyard is way too small for the family I have; that some of my uncles are too tall and I’m too small; and that some of my aunts can’t stand another second without showing me pictures of their new grandchildren.

This is why I hate these meetings. Too many people trying to catch up with the rebel daughter and niece that they only see in rare occasions.

After what feels like an hour, I catch a glimpse of Jared’s hair. He’s with a group of men in the center of the sea, a glass of wine resting on his hand. When I reach the group, I receive quick hugs and “I haven’t seen you in forever”, accompanied by the not so appealing “Look how much you’ve changed!”. Jared catches the plate on my hands before I throw it to the ground due to the infinite hugs.

“I found this boy abandoned next to the table” My uncle Mark talks with his usual loud voice, grabbing me by the shoulders, “A really nice boy”

“What happened to Sam?” Tom asks starting with the forbidden questions, and I don’t expect less from the cousin that used to pull my ponytails and braids, “I thought he was giving you THE ring”

“We broke up” I blurt with the same tone of voice my mother used with me not long ago, “There wasn’t any ring”

“Good, I didn’t like him” My uncle laughs, too loud, and too exaggerated, making my whole body move with his. I just want him to let me go and crunch in a corner, “He had too many muscles. That wasn’t natural. You can’t have a relationship with my niece and spend your whole day in the gym. It’s a Sin”

The rest of the group agrees with him, and I look amazed at the group of men discussing my love life. Jared tries to hide a smile behind his cup, but I notice it.

“So, you are Jared, right?” Tom asks, and I prepare myself for the new round of questions.

Jared nods to Tom as I try to get off my uncle.

“What’s up with your plate? You don’t eat meat?”

“No, I’m vegan”

The look on everyone’s face is unpayable, the whole group shuts looking at him like he’s crazy. I laugh, leading the surprised looks to my face now.

“You stopped dating muscle guy to date a vegan?!” Uncle Phil asks me completely in shock. He’s too religious for his own good and I avoid him like the plague.

I don’t get to tell him that we are… wait, we are not even friends.

“What about seafood?” Tom asks him, Jared shakes his head finishing his wine, “You only eat salad?”

“No, there’s plenty of meals you can elaborate with…”

“But meat is so tasty” Uncle Mark interrupts him, and he sounds really offended.

“What do you eat?” Tom keeps with the questions and I just want to choke him.

“Well, nothing with a face or a mother” Jared answers with a smile, and I burst in laugh again.

“Hey, you have a face” Tom teases, pointing a finger at me, “What about…?”

“Tom, just shut up” I cut him off before he can even continue with his question, “Enough, alright?”

I manage to let go of my uncle’s grip, walking to stand by Jared’s side.

“Why do you have to act so offended? Don’t you get bored of being so close minded?” I hear Jared whispering my name to stop me, but I choose to ignore him, “And then you wonder why I don’t come to this crappy gatherings”

I know I’m being too harsh, but they deserve it. The last time I came to one of this gatherings was with Sam, my ex boyfriend, and they spent the whole evening asking him to do stupid things like show his muscles and tell them stories because they thought his scottish accent was ‘funny’. But not this time, and not to Jared.

I grab Jared by the arm to pull him out the circle of idiots, finally reaching the same spot by the table. He’s avoiding my eyes again by putting the things on his hands on the table, so I cup his cheeks to make him look at me.

“I’m sorry about that, I told you they were complicated”

“They seemed nice when they offered me to join them” He shrugs, “But I don’t think you should have spoke to them that way, I don’t want you to get in trouble”

“Hey, I brought you here, it’s my responsibility to stand for you in front of this crazy family”

“Are you sure you aren’t adopted?” He asks me with a laugh. God, that laugh.

“Oh, I ask myself the same question everytime I come here” I laugh too, “Eat your food, you look hungry”

We sit close to my teen cousins, mainly because they look more interested on their phones than us. I drink at least two cups of white wine before we start talking again. Jared asks me about my relatives, my childhood with them and this leads to me asking him the same kind of questions.

His laughs makes my body react in a really positive way, and I try to get him to laugh a lot during our evening. He shows his more outgoing side with me, but I can still see the same old Jared who avoids my eyes every now and then.

“Why do you always do that?” I ask him grabbing his chin to make him face me again.

“Do what?”

“Avoid my eyes”

“Oh, that” He mutters avoiding my eyes once again.

“There. Do you even notice you are doing it?” I laugh.

“Not really” He answers sincerely.

“There you are” My mother interrupts us, crossing her arms again, “Have you talked to your grandmother? She’s asking for you”

“I’ll go in a minute”

“Now” She blurts.

“God, mom, I’m coming, ok?!”

“So, you are going to squeal at me now? Tom already told me what you did”

“Mom, don’t you think I’m too old to be scolded by you?” I mutter standing to place myself in front of her, “All you do is demonstrate what a disgrace I am for you”

“If you would behave…”

“You know what? Just stop” I shut her, grabbing Jared’s hand to pull him out of his chair, “I’ll go say hi to Granny and I’ll leave. I’m done”

Jared doesn’t let go of my hand while we walk inside the house. My gran is seated in front of the tv in the living room, watching an emergency room program.

“What is your Granny doing here alone?” Jared asks me when I stop by the door frame.

“She doesn’t like to be here, that’s the only thing that convinces me I’m not adopted”

“We should have stayed with her the whole evening”

“I agree”

We sit by her side and it takes her a couple of seconds to realize we are in the same room as her. Her arms go straight to my neck, holding me tight against her telling me how much she has missed me. I tell her the same before introducing her to Jared. I expect her to do the same face she did when I introduced her to Sam, a mix of confusion and displeasure, but it is the complete opposite.

“It’s really nice to meet you” Jared says, holding her hands on his.

“You have really nice hair” She says, and we both laugh, “You have to tell me what conditioner you use”

“Oh, I don’t use any”

“You don’t” She asks in shock, “I have to stop using conditioner then, I want my hair as shiny as yours”

“How are you, Gran? Have you been feeling better?”

“The legs keep hurting, but I think I already got used to it” She shrugs and turns to Jared, “Are you her boyfriend?”

“Oh no” He says a bit uncomfortable, “We are just friends”

“What?” She asks angry turning to face me, “Why isn’t he your boyfriend? Are you blind? He’s gorgeous!”

“Gran!” I shout, feeling my face blush, so I cover it with my hands.

“Ask her to be your girlfriend, you look like a really nice boy” She says to Jared with a really sweet voice, “And you have dealt with all those idiots outside, you already passed Granny’s test just because of that”

I uncover my face just in time to see Jared getting closer to my Gran’s ear to whisper, “I would but I don’t think she would want to”

Wait, what?

“What are you talking about?” I ask him in shock, “You don’t talk to me, you don’t even look at me”

“And why do you think is that, you dummy?” My Gran asks me, slapping my shoulder playfully, “He’s mad about you, how come you haven’t noticed?”

“Jared?” I ask him in disbelief, he just smiles shily.

“I’m 85 years old and I noticed in two seconds!” She shakes her head frustrated, “You are as blind as a bat”

“Can you tell mom we had to leave?” I ask my Gran before leaving a kiss on her forehead, “I love you”

“I love you too, batsy”

I take Jared’s arm to make him stand from his seat, pushing him outside as he says goodbye to my grandmother. When I close the door behind us, I wrap my hands on his neck.

“Laugh”

“What?” He asks me with a confused laugh, and that’s all it takes.

I have to get on my tiptoes to be able to reach his lips, but the feeling of completeness that invades my chest makes me forget about everything that isn’t our lips playing together. All the shyness disappears when Jared wraps his hands on my waist, pushing me against the door. His whole body is pressed against mine, and it feels too good. Questions of how I never noticed how attracted I felt towards Jared start invade my head as the kiss ceases its intensity. I like this, I like him, and apparently he likes me. Reason why the first words that come out of my mouth after our kiss end are probably not the ones he expected.

“You should have told me” I scold him, delivering playful punches on his chest.

“You were with Sam…”

“Sam and I broke up six months ago, try again”

“You didn’t seem interested in me” He tries again, with a soft laugh invading my senses.

“How would I ever show any interest in you if you never even looked me in the eyes?” I punch him one last time, “Ok, try again”

“I’m shy?”

“You are not shy, I’ve seen you with girls, and the way you pushed me! Don’t be foolish, you are not shy”

“I am” He whispers, searching for my lips, “I may have or haven’t try to get you jealous”

“Well, it didn’t work” I laugh, “Now kiss me before you start avoiding my eyes and any type of human contact again”

He does as I request, touching my lips with an indelible smile. The kiss continues for a good five minutes when he stops completely pulling away in just a second.

“Let’s have a date” He suggests, I laugh and try to reach for him but he avoids me, “Come on, let’s go and have dinner somewhere nice”

“A date?”

“Yeah, we are already dressed”

“Sounds good” I accept offering him my hand, “It has to be a nice place, we need a good site to make us forget this awful evening”

“Oh, I can make you forget” He mutters, pushing me against his car, reaching for my lips again. His lips are soft, and I forget everything about his excuses for not talking to me, because he was giving me all the attention I wanted right now and it was perfect.

As I climb to his car, I make a mental note reminding me to call Emma and thank her again.

Imagine – Babysitting JJ with Jensen ((Part 3))

Word Count – 1,575

Pairing – Divorced! Jensen x Reader

Triggers – Nonnee

A/N – I’ll probably have like 5 – 7 parts on this. I’m sooo glad everyone’s enjoying it and all the kind messages along with the ones asking for more make me really happy so thank you J also thank you for 1.1k !! ALSO ALSO WHOS READY FOR LUCIFER TONIGHT WOO BUT THEN NOO BC PROB MEANS SOMETHING BADS GONNA HAPPEN TO SAMMY AND I DON’T WANT THAT

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- A week later –

This past week has been insane. You and Jensen have been spending every moment you could together, not that you minded of course. It was just weird not having JJ there, along with Jensen’s filming schedule being crazy and long leaving you lonely a lot during the days.

Today was going to be a great day for the both of you cause JJ was coming back, finally. It felt like it’s been forever since you heard her say your name, or felt her tiny hand grip on your finger. You also knew Jensen’s been dying to see her, hearing him talk on the phone with her during the night and crying after.

You and your boyfriend jumped up at the sound of the doorbell, running to the door excitedly nearly tripping over each other on the way.

“Daddy!” She yelled, reaching her arms out to him.

“Hey sweetie, were you good for mommy?” she nodded.

“She’s had a cough the last two days, but it seemed to be doing better today.” Danneel said.

“If It starts up again I’ll call, thanks for taking her.”

“Of course, I gotta go and film for a movie. I love you JJ!” She said kissing her daughter on the cheek.

You closed the door after Jensen and gave them both a big hug. JJ laid her cheek against your head, smiling against it while Jensen kissed the top of both of his girls heads, his girls.

“Dinner tonight now that princess is home?”

“Sounds like a plan, but where?”

“We can just go to the restaurant down the street, JJ loves their French fries and their steaks are pretty good.”

You nodded, kissing him after than ran up the stairs to get ready. You hopped in the shower and cleaned up for the night, smile never leaving your face. Jensen went into the room you both shared, placing JJ on the bed and turning on Spongebob to keep her occupied as he got ready for his date night with you.

After your shower you put on a red dress, your favorite dress actually. You grabbed it off the lamp table in the bathroom, leaving it there while you showered. You put it on and smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling confident for the first time in a long time.

“Still fits, here’s hopping my feet haven’t gotten bigger over the past 7 months and my heels still fit.”

You put on your eyeliner, mascara, burgundy lip stick, and whatever else you thought you needed. You straightened your hair and put on your heels, finally after an hour of getting ready you were ready for the night.

You slowly walked down the stairs to find Jensen already standing at the bottom with JJ in his arms. He had on a white shirt and black jacket over it along with black jeans, and black dress shoes. JJ had on a burgundy dress Jensen bought her awhile back, still fitting her perfectly along with a black bow in her hair and black dress shoes.

Jensen looked at you with amazement, mouth slightly open at the sight and heart pounding harder than ever. He looked at you as if you were the first women he ever saw, as if you were a bright light that he couldn’t stop staring at.

“God I’m the luckiest guy to ever walk on this planet.”

You gave him a soft smile and kiss on the cheek, leaving some lipstick print on his cheek making you both chuckle.

“Your dress is the same color as my lipstick, how cool is that?”

She clapped along with a cheerful smile and loud squeal. Tonight was the night you and Jensen planned to tell her about you two in some way that she would kind of understand. You were nervous, but also very excited as was he.

-

You three finally arrived to the restaurant. Jensen opened up the car door for you, getting JJ out of her car seat after. You walked in arm in arm and got a table of two while JJ sat in the highchair.

“This place is beautiful, Jense.”

“Not as beautiful as you baby.”

He held your hand from across the table while JJ played with a spoon. You nodded your eyes over at her, wondering if it was time to tell her.

“J, can your daddy and I talk to you for a second?”

She put her spoon down and looked at you guys with a confused look.

“Do you like y/n?” she nodded of course, making you smirk and pinch at her cheeks softly.

“Daddy likes her too. Daddy loves her very, very much. You know how Uncle Jared and Aunt Genevieve love each other?” She nodded again.

“Well daddy loves y/n like that, and she loves daddy too. She’s going to be around a lot more now, is that okay JJ?”

You felt your heart stop, waiting for the answer. She looked back and forth between you too, then finally nodded happily with the biggest smile across her face.

“Alright! High five!”

They high fived, including you also. Eventually your food came and you all ate together for the first time as an actual family, leaving you and Jensen smiling nonstop.

“So, you ready to be stuck with me?” You asked, taking a bite of your food.

Jensen looked up at you with a smile, shaking his head after.

“I would rather be “stuck” with ya than not with you at all.”

“But it’s me, Jensne! I’m a dork.”

“You’re my dork, now stop talking bad about yourself. I love you!”

You all finished your food, JJ’s face was covered with ketchup by the time the night was over. On the ride home she fell asleep in the back, leaving you and Jensen to yourselves sitting and listening to classic rock together.

“Have you ever been scared of the future?” You asked, staring out the window.

“I used to be, but now I’m excited knowing we’re together. Why do ya ask?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve been thinking of how Danneel’s going to react when we tell her I stole her family, in a way. I’m scared she’s going to take you away from me Jense, I don’t want that.”

He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a small squeeze along with a reassuring smirk.

“It’s going to be okay baby girl. If she gets pissed that’s her problem, and if she tries anything we got Gen, Jared, Misha, Vicki and more on our sides. Besides, I would NEVER leave you EVER.”

“I trust you, I’m just overthinkin’ I guess.”

“Don’t stress it baby we got this, I loovvveee you!”

“I love you too, babeareno!”

He laughed a little louder than expected, leaning his head back as he did.

“Did you seriously just call me that?!”

Before you could answer you heard a familiar song come on the radio, taking you and him to surprise.

“Wise men say…only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Jensen looked at you with the same look he gave you when this song came on that night you both shared your first kiss, pure love and nothing else. He looked at you like how he did earlier when you were coming down the stairs. You guys didn’t say anything and just took the song in in silence, letting it all sink in together, happily.

-

You kissed JJ on the cheek along with a quiet goodnight while she tiredly waved goodnight, having her daddy carry her up the stairs to go to sleep. You took off your dress and put on one of Jensen’s t shirts again along with no pants, curling up into bed when you heard talking coming from the baby monitor.

“Are you happy me and y/n are in love, sweetie?” You heard his voice coming from the other side, listening in.

“I am too, she loves us both very much Justice. Your mommy loves you too. We all love you. Y/N will always be here for you and daddy and she’ll make sure we’re safe and happy no matter what, okay? So will I. I love you girls very much, my girls.”

He ended the conversation by singing her Wild Mountain Thyme softly, rocking her to sleep. After he finished and she was sound asleep he came into your guys bedroom, rubbing his tired eyes and running his hair back.

“Thank you for taking us out tonight babe, you’re so good to J and I.”

He nodded tiredly, throwing off his shirt and pants then climbing into bed. He tiredly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tightly moaning at the feeling of comfort while he leaned his head against the back of yours.

“Night princess, I love you.”

“I love you too, forever?”

He kissed your head and smiled against it.

“Forever.”

Title: Let’s Enjoy Right Now

A/N: Here is part four of the Ten Years In Waiting series. It’s a bit short compared to the others, but I have things brewing and the next part is gonna be a long one. Thank you all so much for your support! It means the world! Find the links to the other parts below. *not my gif*

Part One, Part Two, Part Three 

Tagged: @supernatural-x-reader-imagines @spn–fics–fics @supernaturaltookover @caitsymichelle13


At 6:50 Emily was pacing in front of the living room window, just waiting to see a glimpse of Dean. When you had told her that he was coming, she was so excited and it was hard to put her to bed that night. She hadn’t stopped talking about it for the last 18 hours and you couldn’t blame her. You felt the same way. After 10 years your family would be together again, even if it was only for a short time, and you were going to cherish it. The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine caught your attention and you wiped your hands before leaving the kitchen and coming to stand at the window next to Emily.

“He’s here!” She said excitingly. “He’s here! He’s here!”

“Well? Are you going to let him in?” Her eyes lit up and she sprinted to the door. You followed her nervously, silently hoping that her enthusiasm didn’t scare him too much. Sam was the first one to reach the door, and he met Emily with a giant bear hug, which she was more than willing to return. He released her and laughed at her briefly when she attempted to look around him for his brother.

“He’s getting something out of the car. He’ll be in soon.” He moved past her and hugged you and made his way towards the living room. You were thankful for the space. Finally, you spotted Dean making his way up the drive with a package in tow. He made it to the door and stopped in front of Emily. After all the excitement and buzz surrounding his appearance, you were surprised to see Emily freeze and look timid. You decided to step in and start things off.

“Emily, I want you to meet Dean.” You said, kneeling next to her, “He’s your dad.” You looked up at him. “Dean, this is Emily.” He smirked and bent down. He held his hand out to her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Emily.” She looked at him for a second, and then very slowly took his hand. “I’m sure that you have a bunch of questions for me… I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She looked at the ground next to him where he had placed the package a few seconds ago. “What’s in there?” she whispered softly.

“Oh this?” Dean stood up, package in hand. “I um… got you something. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” He handed her the package and watched as she carefully unwrapped it. “Your mom said you liked animals, so…” When she realized what was in the box, she threw it on the ground in excitement.  You watched as she clung to the stuffed elephant to her chest.

“What do you say, Em?”

“Thank you! Elephants are my favorite!” Dean smiled, obviously relieved that she liked what he got her.

“No problem, kid. I’m glad you like it.”

“Did you know that elephants are the largest land mammals and that they have the best memory?”

Dean laughed. “No I did not. Maybe you’ll have to teach me about them over dinner.” She smiled and held her hand out to him.

“Come on, Mom made my favorite…”

“Your favorite?”

“Yeah! Cheeseburgers!”

he smiled at you. “A child after my own heart.” He said, taking her hand and following her into the house. You smiled and picked up the discarded box before following them. You could hear her talking a mile a minute and you knew that whatever nervous feeling she had before was gone the second she saw that present. You hoped Dean was prepared to have his ear talked off.

……..…..

After dinner, the four of you made yourselves comfortable in the living room. Emily dragged a coloring book out and had made a place on the floor in front of the television. You popped in a Disney movie and the three adults just watched her. You looked over at Dean who was sitting silently watching her.

“Dean?” you whispered. “You can color with her if you want.”

He scoffed. “I don’t-”

“Awe, come on! We all know you want to.” Sam interrupted. Dean punched Sam in the shoulder and Emily looked up in confusion. You all stopped and realized that she was watching.

“Why don’t we all color?” you suggested, kneeling down and grabbing the stack of coloring books next to her. You eyed them as you handed them each a book. “You’ll have to share the crayons. We only have two boxes… Do you think you can do that?” you teased, laughing at their childish feud. Sam crinkled his eyebrows and looked at his brother.

“You heard the lady.” Dean got on the floor and sat next to the coffee table. “Get to coloring. And Sam?”

“What, Dean?”

“Stay in the lines.”

Emily laughed.

………………..

“Emily, it’s time for bed. It’s past ten.” She gave you a disappointed look from her spot next to Dean on the couch.

“But mom…”

“No buts… go get into your pajamas.” She looked to Dean for help but he shook his head.

“Don’t look at me. Your mom scares me.” You shook your head.

“Will you tuck me in?” she asked him. He looked to you for an answer.

“Okay. That’s fine, but I expect you to be in bed with the light out in 20 minutes.”

She jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Dad I have to show you where I put my elephant!” Dean allowed her to drag him to the other end of the house.

“20 minutes!” You knew it was a lost cause… they would be in there looking at every single one of her stuffed animals for at least the next hour. You looked over to find Sam staring at you. “What?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time…” Sam sighed. “Have you guys talked about what’s gonna happen when we have to leave?”

“What do you mean ‘leave’?”

“I mean after this case, when we go back to the bunker.”

“Well, we haven’t had a chance to talk about it. I… was hoping that we would have more time.”

“For the record, I really hope you guys work it out. All I want is for Dean to be happy.”

“Thanks Sam.” You went over and hugged him. “I better go check and make sure that they haven’t destroyed her bedroom.”

He laughed. “I’m gonna head out. I think that you guys should have some time to yourselves. Just tell Dean that I took a cab back to the motel.” He waved before leaving, closing the door behind him.

You walked down the hallway to Emily’s room and stopped in the doorway. Emily was in bed under the covers and latched onto her elephant. Dean was sitting next to her, his hand barely touching the top of her head. When she looked like she was asleep Dean stood and began tip toeing out of the room.

“Daddy?” He turned to find her sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Go back to sleep, Em.”

“Are you going to stay?” she asked before yawning.

Dean looked to you and you gave him a nod. “Yeah Kiddo. I’m going to stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled, her eyes already closed. She leaned back in bed and snuggled deeper under the covers.

“I love you, daddy.” Dean’s face squished up in emotion. He walked back and kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too, Em.” He made his way back to the hallway and you both watched her sleep before turning and closing the door. You followed him back to the living room.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He left a few minutes ago, he went back the motel.”

He nodded. “Well I guess I should send him a text and tell him I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should. Sam might think something’s wrong..”

“Sleep on the couch I mean…”

“Oh… Are you sure?” he asked, apprehensively.

“Yeah. Unless you think that’s weird…”

“No, not at all I just… wasn’t expecting it.”

You smiled and took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You pulled him back to your bedroom and stopped at the dresser. You dug around in the bottom drawer until you found what you were looking for. “Here,” you handed him an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.” He inspected them closely.

“Are these mine?”

You pushed him on the shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester. They’re comfortable.” You said, walking into the bathroom. You changed into some of your comfortable pajamas and brushed your teeth. You were a bit nervous about sharing a bed with him after all of these years, but you had missed him and were looking forward to being close to him. You left the bathroom and found Dean already under the covers. “Make yourself at home?” he laughed but didn’t answer. You turned out the light before climbing into bed next to him. You stayed on your respected sides, until Dean couldn’t take it any longer.

“This is stupid,” he said, closing the space between you and wrapping his arms around you. You smiled to yourself and moved to fit into his arms. You laid your head on his chest and breathed him in.

“I missed this.” You said, quietly.

“Me too.” he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean. You don’t have to squeeze me like a python.”

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly, beginning to move away.

You clung to his shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

He smirked at you before returning to his previous position. “I could get used to this.” He said after a few moments.

“Could you?”

He moved his neck to look down at you. “Yeah, I could.” You unwrapped yourself from him and sat up. “What?” he sat up next to you. “What are you thinking?”

“We have to be careful. It’s not just us anymore. If you leave… her heart will be broken.” He sighed.

“(Y/N).” He put an arm around you. “I am being serious. I want to make this work.”

“Really?” you looked at him.

“Yes, really. I want to be a part in her life, and yours.”

“I want that too. But how are we going to make this work? You can’t just drop off the hunting grid. That’s not who you are.”

He seemed to think about it for a minute. “We’ll figure something out. Let’s just enjoy right now, okay?” You nodded. He laid down, pulling you with him. You nestled into him, allowing his arms to wrap around you completely. You buried your face into his chest and closed your eyes. It was the first time in ten years that you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart next to yours.

Imagine Isaac Lahey watching you laugh with the twins on the stairs in the hallway as he sat at the bench a little ways away, the jealousy starting to grow more and more. The twins were telling you funny memories to make you laugh because of how tired you were.

“And then Scott yelled, ‘Nooo!” Ethan finished his memory that was very funny to you guys. You laughed even harder, almost on the brink of tears.

“Oh my god guys, stop you’re too much!” You continue to laugh until it slowly ends, and you shake your head at the boys sitting on the school stairs with you. It was your free period, and the twins had their free period also.

Ever since they came to Beacon Hills, you and the Twins have been friends, and you guys have gotten really close. Isaac and you were at the point of almost dating, but you didn’t know if he even wanted to be with you since he hadn’t asked you out yet, so you just decided to space yourself from him for a while. The Twins have kept your mind off of him for a while now.

“(Y/N), come on, next period is in a few minutes, we should get walking to class.” Aiden said as you began to get more comfortable on the stairs using Aiden’s hoody as a pillow. You had a long night, and Aiden was there for you since he wanted to pick up a pizza for you because your mom had to work the night shift. You got almost four hours of sleep last night because you were worried about everyone since you had a nightmare.

“Just let me nap for like five minutes, okay?” You mumbled, your eyes slowly closing.

Aiden smiled, shaking his head. “Okay, how about I take you home to take a nap and Ethan can tell the teacher an excuse why you didn’t show up.” Aiden grabbed your hands, pulling you up while chuckling. “You didn’t sleep very much at all last night, I know, I had to hold you to calm you down.” Ethan laughed a bit and ruffled your hair a bit, picking up your bag, handing it to Aiden.

“Fine, fine, Ethan, wait, a hug.” You turned away from Aiden and gave Ethan a big hug, he was like you’re older brother, and Aiden, you kind of had a crush on him, and your heart started to pound a little bit when he took you back into his arms while laughing as he started to walk with you out of the building.

Isaac was listening to everything, and he began to get angry when he saw you hug Ethan even if he was gay, and his anger got worse when he heard Aiden say that he was at your house last night. But all the anger flushed away when he heard your heart beat, when it sped up- a tear threatened to fall. But he got up an rushed over to you, he was starting to wolf out; snapping you out of your tiredness.

“Isaac!” You whisper yelled, pulling away from Aiden who flashed his Alpha red wolf eyes to Isaac as a warning, but his anger was only growing even more. You grabbed his hands to hide his claws that grew out, and suddenly his wolfing out stopped, and his claws vanished along with the glowing yellow color that was replaced with his amazing blue eyes.

“Good choice beta.” Aiden growled.

“You shut up.” You turned a little to look at Aiden who softened seeing your eyes. You knew Aiden had feelings for you, it was quite obvious, and it was extremely adorable.

“Isaac, what’s your problem?” You looked back at him now.

“(Y/N), I love you, and I don’t want you to fall for Aiden, and it seems you’re starting to fall for him.” Your eyes lit up, and you smiled widely.

“Seriously?” You asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Isaac just said he loved you.

“Yes, I am, so much in love with you.” Isaac said, pulling you into a hug. By now, Aiden had walked away, not wanting to stand there any longer, him getting hurt because he cared for you just as much as Isaac did.

Title: PROFESSOR MAXIMOFF.

Summary: Zelda Ruiz is an 18 year old mexican/american mutant, she can stop and travel through time, when she arrives to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, on her first day she meets Peter Maximoff, the silver haired guy with awesome musical taste who turns out to be her teacher.

Parts: 6/?

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypher |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish |

Notes: At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.

Pd. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, I PROMISE THIS IS WORTH IT.


“Zel! Where have you been?” Anne asks, she’s sitting on the couch, drawing.

“Uh, I, I…”

“You went to Coney Island.” She says, I feel the color leaving my skin.

“How do you know that?”

“Zel, you’re carrying a pink dinosaur, and you smell like sand and cotton candy.”

“Ohh, right, sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” I leave Gunther on my bed and walk to the wardrobe, I take out Peter’s Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts.

“I’m going for a soda with Bobby and John, want to come?”

“Sure, give me a second.”  I get up, grab my hoodie and close the door behind me.


We arrive to the cafeteria, Bobby and John saved us a seat next to the window, I make my way to the table while Anne gets the drinks.


“Zelda.” Bobby says.

“What?” I sit in front of them.

“Why are you wearing Maximoff’s shirt?”

“This is not Maximoff’s shirt…” I begin to say.

“It’s his favorite shirt, everyone knows that, he says it brings him good luck or something.”

“Zel, have you been secretly hooking up with him?” John asks.

No I haven’t been hooking up with Maximoff, but damn, I wish I had.

“Why would I be hooking up with Maximoff John, it makes no fucking sense.” I grunt.

“Then, why are you wearing his shirt?”

“this shirt is Doug’s “ I blurt the fist name that pops into my mind.


They are still laughing when Anne arrives with the drinks.


“Whoa guys, what did I miss?” Says Anne as she sits next to Bobby.

“Zelda says she’s wearing Doug’s shirt, I say it’s bullshit, that shirt is Maximoff’s.” Bobby says.

“Of course is Doug’s…”

“Maximoff? There’s no fucking way that shirt is Maximoff’s.”

“Thanks Anne, finally someone is speaking with logic.”

“But, I don’t think that shirt is Doug’s either, I believe you are having a secret affair with someone, you went to Coney Island today and I’m 100% sure you weren’t on your own, you suck at fair games and you were carrying a pink dinosaur.” She smirks.

“I-I was with Doug, for real.”

“Look, there he is.” John points at the door, Doug is standing there, searching for a table, wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white shirt. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Don’t you dare Lighter.”

“I want to know too Zel.” Anne laughs.

“DOUG! OVER HERE!” Bobby waves at him and he makes his way to our table.

“Hey guys!” I stand up, giving him an awkward hug. “Um, hey Zel:”

“Doug, we’re so happy you are here, we wanted to ask you a question.” John chuckles.

“Um, yeah, it’s okay.” Doug is the kind of person that “Um's” a lot.

“You see that shirt Zelda is wearing?” Bobby points, Doug nods. “Is that shirt yours?”

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

“Yeah, of course it’s his shirt, right honey?” I say, resting my head in his shoulder.

“Is it Zel?” He shooks his head.

“Yeah, totally, you gave it to me after we slept together last night.” Bobby and John open their eyes in surprise.

“Oh, right babe.”  Doug holds my hand, I look at him. “I’m going to kill you.” He whispers.

“No shit, since when have you been dating guys?” Bobby asks.

“Um, we’ve been dating for about 4 hours.” Doug nods.

“You got to third base before being his boyfriend, Doug, you’re officially life goals.” Johny says, he lets out a grunt after I kick him.

“And when were you going to tell us, it’s not fair Zel, we share a room and you never told me you liked Doug.”

“We were waiting to make it official, he asked me to be his girlfriend today at Luna Park.”

“Yeah, I took her to the Cyclone, and we had Ice Cream.”

“Well, congratulations lovebirds, I’m amazed but you guys make a cute couple.” Anne greets us.


The rest of the night passes in a blur, we move from the cafeteria to one of the common rooms, the one that happens to be next to Peter’s room, and I’m stuck with Doug, we share one couch, I sit on his lap while we talk, Bobby, Anne and John go to sleep an hour later, I try to go but Doug grabs my hand.


“Zelda, would you please explain me why did you tell everyone I was your boyfriend?” Doug asks, he seems mad, I don’t blame him.

“If I tell you, promise me you won’t tell anyone, not Anne, and specially not Bobby or John.” I beg.

“I won’t but you better have a good reason because I’m about to kill you right now.”

“It’s Maximoff.” I sigh, “We’ve been hanging around since that day at music class, when we sang The Cure’s Lullaby.”

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you’ve been sneaking all around New York with Maximoff? The rumors were true then.”

“Yeah, I mean, we’re good friends, but if Xavier finds out, he’ll kill me, he already lectured me about boundaries between professors and students.”

“Zel, you know my mutation allows me to read body language and to understand the truth within every sentence you speak?”

“Doug, you tell me that everytime we talk.”

“You are in love with him, madly in love with him.”

“I know, but he’s like a shit ton of years older than me, and that would never work.” I sit back on the couch and bury my face in a pillow.

“Zel, I’ll help you, you’re one of my best friends and if you’re in love with Speedy Gonzales, I’m going to help you.” I start laughing.

“Thanks Doug, you’re the best, please don’t kill me.” I say, hugging him.


Peter’s POV.


When Wanda was six, I took her to her first day at school, I stayed there, while she waved me goodbye before entering the classroom and way after the doors were closed, in that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I realized how much I loved Wanda, I mean, I obviously love her because she’s my little sister but I was 16 and I didn’t really worry about any other things than stealing video games and records, but I realized how much it would hurt me if something happend to her, I wasn’t going to let anybody hurt my little girl, I owed that to my mom, my dad was a dick, but that didn’t mean I was one too.


Charles, Hank and Logan appeared in my front door a week after, we broke into the Pentagon and released Magneto, according to Logan, we had changed the future, saving the mutants from the Sentinel program that Bolivar Trask was desinging, they thaught me I could use my powers for the greater good, but it wasn’t until 1983 when I decided to do something about it, I joined Raven, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Hank and Charles to defeat Apocalypse and his horsemen, we became the X-Men’s second generation alongside with Ororo.


Two years later, I told Magneto he was my father, he was shocked at first, and he became distant, shortly after, I learnt I had another sister, Lorna, and Magneto had no other choice than to work in our relationship, we’ve improved since then, and I get to see the girls pretty often, but I never felt like I belonged.


I mean, Xavier’s was great, everyone was pretty understanding and supportive, but I always felt like an outcast, partly because of Magneto being my dad, but I always longed for someone who liked the same things I liked, someone who enjoyed music, comic books, videogames, someone I could talk to about my problems, about concerts, the girl I wanted to introduce to my girl, the kind of girl who would play with Wanda and her Barbies because she wanted to, but that person never arrived and I eventually got used to the loneliness.


Lorna and my mom set me up for blind dates but it wasn’t okay, I believe they didn’t get the concept of having chemistry with someone.


I tried college and I dropped it on the third semester, it was just too boring, why did we have to study about the color symbolism in every damn Shakespeare play if threats like Apocalypse were wandering freely all around the Universe? Somehow my dad convinced Charles I’d be a good teacher, so he offered me to teach music, and I’ve been teaching here for 3 years, and my mom was glad I had a steady job.


And then Zelda arrived.


With her sharp questions, sarcastic comments, her blue hair and her hazel eyes, filled with curiosity,  and her smile is enough to light up even the darkest of my days.


On Friday’s, after binge watching horror movies, she’d fall asleep in my arms, while whe listened to The Smiths, Radiohead or whatever she wanted, she had taken the control over my record player.


That night, afterI left Zelda in her room, I felt the kind of pain you feel when you miss someone, I take two hours to convince myself that I need to make a move before I screw everything up, and I make up a plan.


When I open the doors of my room, I hear her voice in the common room, my heart beats faster as I speed up to find her, she’s sitting in some guy’s lap, with her head resting on his shoulder, I recognize him, Doug, he’s in her class and has his arms wrapped around her shoulders, giving her small kisses on the top of her head, and the sharp pain I felt when I took Wanda to school on her first day, comes back.


I speed back to my room, taking out a backpack from underneath the bed, I begin to fill it with random clothes


I wait, as the voices fade away in the hallways, I lock my room and walk to the front door, I close it behind me, and start running, it takes me a while.


I don’t want to think, but I can’t help it either.


She’s fucking 18 Peter, she’s not into you, don’t you see? You were his toy all the time, she was just playing with your feelings.


I try to keep running, but focusing on the road is difficult when tears are blocking your sight.


I finally give up, somehow I arrived to a park, and throw myself into the grass, sobbing.


It’s the first time I ever cried because of a girl, and it sucks, because I love her.