“Mare, please.” He begs like a child in his desperation. “How did you think this was going to end? What did you really think would happen next?” I feel the heat of him even as every part of me goes cold. “You don’t have to do this.”
But I do.
I turn away, deaf to his protests. But he doesn’t try to stop me. He lets me walk away.
Imagine people assuming you and Jared are a couple so he gets asked about you a lot in interviews, which makes him shy because he has feelings for you.
“It must be amazing to have such a great addition to the cast for this season huh? Everybody is so eager to see (Y/n)’s character interact with Sam and Dean!”
“Yeah the entire cast and crew is really excited for this.” Jensen nodded his head “You know, she’d always come around and everybody already adores her because it’s impossible to not love her. You know, there was never really a reason but she loved to pay a visit to a certain someone-” he glanced at Jared who rolled his eyes with a smile “Claiming it was just to see all of us, but I never once believed it.”
“Come on man, you’re just jealous she loves spending more time with me than you!” Jared exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and Jensen merely shrugged.
“Yeah, hanging out is what we call it now.” Jensen scoffed “You know, it’s just a good thing she won’t have to try and come up with a reason now every time she visits.”
“Well, I am sure that despite everything this is going to be a great experience! And I’m sure, Jensen, that since (Y/n) and Jared are such a lovely couple it is only fair they spent some more time together.” she said with a shrug and both Jensen and Jared’s eyes widened, but unlike the younger man Jensen burst laughing.
“Wh-what?” she chuckled.
“We- we’re not together.” Jared shook his head and hands “We’re just- (Y/n)’s my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. It’s all- we’re friends, that’s just it.”
“Oh oh? Really? I’m- Forgive me, it’s just with all the pictures the two of you upload and with how much you’ve been seen out, hugging and almost cuddling, going grocery shopping together and actually seeing you get out of her house early in the morning it’s-” she shook her head with a laugh.
“Yeah, no we’re just friends. It’s friendly.” Jared said with a shy laugh, mostly because he knew that at least from his side it wasn’t like that.
“Hey, we’re friends too but you’ve never went grocery shopping for me!” Jensen exclaimed, all the time that wide grin on his – knowing above all – annoying but mainly scaring Jared. Who knew if you were actually watching the interview or not? He swore if you ever found anything he’d just crawl under a hole and die of embarrassment.
“Are you jealous now?” Jared asked him with a nervous smile but Jensen just shrugged trying to seem innocent.
“All I’m saying is: You don’t usually want to marry your best friend and have kids with him!” he raised his hands in the air as Jared’s eyes widened “So yeah, you and me are best friends. What you have with (Y/n) I am not going to say because I’ll be found dead in my house tomorrow morning!”
“Oh no don’t worry, you’ll be dead by tonight judging by the look on Jared’s face!” the interviewer laughed, pointing at the younger man.
“Oh you bet!” Jared exclaimed “I am already trying to find a way too!” he laughed awkwardly, hiding his face behind his hand “I still have no idea why I hang out with you.”
“Oh no no, you hang out with (Y/n).” Jensen pointed, making quotes with his fingers “Let’s not confuse those two! Cause I really bet you don’t have the same intentions you have for her when we are out.”
Jared opened his mouth to speak but actually didn’t when he felt his phone vibrate. He did shoot Jensen a glare when he spoke “Ten bucks it’s her!”
And as much as Jared wanted to retort the message he got from you made all air leave his lungs and his heart leal to his throat “We are so not naming our first son Jensen! Pick me up at seven so we can hang out a little more ;) xx’”
Description - When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire. Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, that’s it
The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.
Like when Jonah announced that he’d be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other band mates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you’d visit him a few times but it wasn’t the same.
Summary: Adam is having a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him.
A/N: Damn, it’s been one whole month since I uploaded a story, but I’m back now and I’m ready to write! It’s Spring Break and I hope that I can come out with a lot more stories. So, I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I fell in love with the characters! It’s an amazing movie! I recommend watching it!
Canonverse: Phichit being the BEST YouTuber alright the best
WHO ARE VIKTOR AND YUURI DON’T KNOW DON’T CARE, PHICHIT IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
I’m kidding, cause obviously Victuuri is my life, but yeah, Phichit is the best. For headcanon happy hour.
–Phichit starts off very young. Ironically, this is also when he’s at his most professional. His first videos are mostly Junior competitions. He posts one (just one!) video of him with a hamster on the ice, in a homemade padded hamster ball, and the small taste of sweet internet fame it provides is enough to push Phichit into becoming a professional YouTuber.
–Phichit has a whole series called “But In Thailand We…” and it’s basically Phichit attempting something that went terribly wrong for another poor Youtuber and instead ROCKING it. “They do this,” he says, gesturing to some poor idiot who’s trying to learn how to breathe fire but instead just demonstrates how to catch nearby shrubbery on fire. “But in Thailand we…” Phichit lights up the sky with a column of FIRE! It’s grace, it’s beauty, Phichit is a miracle-worker. He is the perfect son of Thailand.
Celestino unfortunately finds out about this series and shuts it down before Phichit winds up in the hospital… well, more accurately, after Phichit ends up in the hospital once.
–”Please go with me to this pole dancing class,” Yuuri whispers, because OH he desperately wants to learn because everybody loves pole dancers Phichit can you imagine maybe someone will look at me once with lust in their eyes…
“Why,” Phichit says, “when there are youtube tutorials?” Except he looks… and there are none that are satisfactory. “THE WORLD IS DEPRIVED,” Phichit declares. He goes to the pole dancing class. Much to Yuuri’s embarrassment, he tapes the pole dancing class. “I am an international hero,” Phichit announces when the video drops, with his and Yuuri’s faces barely blurred out. At least one comment agrees with him. HOT BUTTS, is essentially what the other million comments say.
–Phichit has an advice vlog. He has a makeup vlog. He has a cooking vlog. This means that some days Yuuri walks into the kitchen only to find the camera rolling, something purple boiling a pot on the stove, and Phichit assuring some woman that she is “very lovable, Karen, don’t undervalue yourself. I have a friend that does that, and he’s always wrong.” Phichit can put on eyeliner one handed. Sometimes, Yuuri is terrified of him. Sometimes is always, actually.
–Phichit has an entire video series called “He’s Not My Boyfriend Please Stop Asking.” It’s a compilation of Katsuki Yuuri, and half the videos are him eating while making unholy noises. The other half are him ignoring hot, half-naked people swarming him as he and Phichit explore the streets. “Katsuki Yuuri doesn’t notice when everyone else is chasing tail,” Phichit sighs.
Yuuri stops walking. “Is that a dog??” Phichit squints. There is maybe– MAYBE– something, hanging out of an alley twenty feet away, that resembles a dog tail. Adjusting his glasses intently, Yuuri speeds by two flexing men and a woman who is clearly running only for Yuuri’s benefit. “Phichit!” He calls delightedly, “it is! Come videotape it!”
“Katsuki Yuuri sure can chase some tail, though…dog tail.”
Chanbaek AU: Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun are both professors at EXO University. They have been dating for a while now, but keeping it private (but everyone knows that they’re in love with each other).
English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.
Set on season 2
Warning: fluff, sexual situation, a little bit of angst (just a little, the rest is all love for Daryl ♥
It was supposed to be a drabble but I wrote a oneshot
is upset because he can’t find Sophia and for this reason he distance himself from everybody,
even from (Y/n).
three days since we arrived at the Greene’s farm.
Even if we
have to camp outside, in the RV, it’s good to finally stay in a safe place.
our situation got better, something change.
all, Sophia got separated from us while we were running away from a horde of
Everyday all of us
went outside, in the forest, looking for her, but without success.
disappearance didn’t affect just Carol, but Daryl too.
Daryl were close, he and his brother saved me from a walker at the beginning of
the apocalypse, then we grow close when the group left Merle on a roof during a
ran. However, after Sophia’s disappearance, he started to change. Every time he
came back from the forest, he was angry, he talked back at all of us, including
me, and that hurts so much.
no different. I saw Daryl walking to the stable, so I decide to go after him.
stranger! Where are you going?”
Daryl doesn’t stop and keep walking: “I take an horse and go outside, lookin’
for the little girl”
annoyed, but I keep talking to him anyway: “Can I come with you? I’m pretty
good at riding”
and turns around at me: “Listen, just leave me alone, all of you must leave me
alone! Just because I saved your life and open myself to you after what
happened to my brother, doesn’t mean that I care about you or that your
special. AND NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE”.
thathe just broke my heart, I deeply care about
him, but that was enough to make me angry: “You know what? You aren’t the only one that
is suffering. Carol is suffering, everybody are suffering because all of us
love Sophia! Don’t you think that I suffer just at the thought that she’s alone
and scared out there? Just because you’re upset, it doesn’t mean you have to
treat everyone like shit! Especially people who deeply care about you:”
I turn around before he could see my tears, and
run toward the farm.
help Maggie and Patricia with the dishes, both of them could see that I was
upset, but I didn’t want to talk about that. I just wash the dishes in silence.
thinking about Daryl and the things he said to me.
Of course I
didn’t think that he could feel something for me, but I couldn’t believe that I
was nothing to him.
there was commotion outside, so I run toward the RV.
Rick were arguing with Andrea.
to me: “There’s a walker there, Andrea wants to shoot him but the shot could
draw walkers here”.
distance I could see a silhouette, it was stumbling toward us.
thinking I take my knife and start running in its direction.
As I get
closer to it, that silhouette became clear…it was Daryl!
All of sudden I hear a shot and Daryl fall to the ground.
“No!” I start crying and when I finally reach him I check where the wound is.
moment Rick, Shane and Andrea reach us.
Andrea gasps: “oh god, I thought it was a walker”
up in my body, I stand up and grab here by her shoulders:
“ How could
you!? Didn’t they tell you not shoot?!” I scream while pointing at Rick and
Shane who take Daryl up.
“(Y/n) calm down, it’s just a scrape, we take
him to Hershel so he can check him up”. Of course Shane would back-up Andrea.
I stay with
Daryl in his room, he didn’t wake up yet.
dinner, I was too worried.
said that the bullet just scrape him, the main problem was the dehydration and
the wound on his leg.
he fell from the horse.
starts to move and moan: “Where am I?”
I was so happy
that without thinking I stood up from the chair and hugged him, forgetting
about his state:
“Oh god, you’re okay! I thought I lost you”.
confused but put an arm around me: “What happened?”
I tell him about Andrea, and how lucky he was that she hasn’t a good aim, he
laughed at that.
decided to leave him to rest, so I got up and start heading to the door when I
feel a grip on my wrist:
“Please stay….I need you..I didn’t mean what I told you earlier today”.
I was taken aback; I smiled at him and lay down
beside him: “ That’s fine, but I’m still angry at you”.
days Daryl was ready to go back to his tent, again he distance himself from
us, and , after what he told me when he was recovering I decide to confront him.
dinner time so I took a dish for him.
arrive to his tent I give him the food and sit with him.
silence, and I couldn’t take it anymore: “Ok, what do you want from me?”
He look up from the plate with wided eyes: “ what do you mean?”
“Before we were so close, we talk about anything, then you tell me that you
don’t care about me, that I’m not special and brake my heart, and a few hours
later you beg me to stay with you because you need me. WHAT DO YOU WANT DARYL
to fall from my eyes: “why do you play with my feelings? Why do you hate me so
I stand up,
ready to leave him alone, but suddenly he stand up too, and walk toward me:
“Damn! It’s not because I hate you, but because I love you”.
I look at
him with a surprised look on my face.
“I love you ok? I was scared because there is a chance to lose you, and I
didn’t want to suffer. But when I was out there, and I was delirious, the only
thing I could think was you, I made it to the farm because of you, you gave me
the strength to fight because I wanted to see you again and tell you what I
he starts to lean down, I stood on my tip and we crush our lips together.
was full of love and care.
while we parted: “I will never hurt you again (Y/n).”
He lean down to kiss me again, the kiss became more passionate, his tongue
parts my lips and make love with my tongue.
We went into his tent and started to take off our
clothes. That was the best night of my life.
I wake up
to the sound of birds chirping.
I was slump
on Daryl’s chest, memory from the previous night come back at me, and I can’t
help but smile.
feel kisses on my head: “Good morning (Y/n)”
I smile and kiss his chest: “Good morning babe”
me with his arms and say: “You wore me out yesterday”
I giggle: “Told you I was good at riding”
and kisses my head.
was happy in the arms of my beloved redneck.
Request: Hello! Can I have a Bruce Wayne x reader? Y/N and Bruce attend this charity ball thingy and lots of girls are all over Bruce making you feel self conscious? (You can write the rest the way you want too :) ) thank you!!!
You had long ago accepted that gala events with the social elite would forever be a part of your life. You didn’t particularly care for them, but the charitable contributions they garnered mostly made the experiences worth it. Tonight was different; tonight was for your charity work with one of Gotham’s women’s centers. You were the one pressing your peers for donations in order to implement the advancement and support programs, which meant the tables had turned and you were now the one leaving your husband to wait around while you schmoozed everyone into prying their checkbooks open.
You were making your way back after this round of purposeful socializing when you spotted it. The modelesque socialites had once again descended upon your husband in your brief absence, and heaven help him, you could see him trying to gracefully excuse himself from them. This seemed to happen any time you two got separated at one of these events; it didn’t mean you liked it, it just meant you were unfortunately used to it. You weren’t, however, used to some of those older society women, who had undoubtedly sent their daughters over to lure your husband, not hushing their voices when they made snide remarks about you and how unfit you were to carry the Wayne name as you walked passed them.
“I don’t know what he’s doing with that Bleeding Heart; all she does is spend his money on the sob story of the week.” You swore you could hear the eyeroll that accompanied the insult.
“I know! You’d think if she wanted to put his money to good use, she’d go under the knife to get everything fixed and actually look like someone worthy of a man like that,” one of the other women in the group added that really made you feel like that girl you were in high school who always seemed to be forgotten until it was time to ridicule someone.
One of the women, one who looked like she could still own a catwalk, took the opportunity to make a dig at you, ”One would think, and I don’t know how he can even stand to let her out of the house in that god awful dress she keeps wearing. It shows too much of her back and went out of style at least four galas ago.”
“She’s clearly holding him back from what he deserves: a decent woman of good breeding, like my Elizabeth.”
You weren’t sure when you had stopped trying to get back over to Bruce, but now you felt stuck in place. You could do nothing but listen to the snide comments about you appearance and ambitions as you watched gorgeous women throw themselves at your husband. Without ever meaning to, you began to agree with the not so hushed whispers that you would never be good enough to be the one on Bruce Wayne’s arm.
You were drawn back out of your musings by the concerned approach of your son, on of those “Bleeding Heart Sob Stories” you spent Bruce’s money on.
“Ma, you look like you need a drink,” Jason offered in an attempt to distract you while he figured out what was bothering you.
“That won’t change anything,” you refused, shaking your head with the most defeated voice Jason had ever heard from you. It surprised him even more when you turned around and left the ballroom without another room.
Your sudden departure caught Bruce’s attention as he was finally able to separate himself from the small crowd of women surrounding him. Making his way to the hall and foyer outside the ballroom, Bruce had no trouble seeing that you were now barely holding yourself together. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts to realize Bruce had guided you into an empty room until you heard the lock click and found yourself face to face with a very concerned looking husband.
One of the reasons you and Bruce worked so well together was that not only were you both creatures of defense mechanisms to push others away, but also that you both looked right through it every time. Bruce was one to push everyone away by closing himself off and brooding; you knew just the right amount of space to give him and just how to project his own needs back to him through you. However, you were one to push people away through anger, especially when you were made to feel like less than enough. As hard as it may be, Bruce took the anger head on without taking it to heart - you were only trying to protect yourself from hurting more than you already were.
“What’s going on with you tonight?” He tried to ask, but was met with silence. The World’s Greatest Detective shouldn’t have asked a question he didn’t already know the answer to, especially when it came to his wife and hurt feelings. Bruce thought back to the ballroom in an effort to piece together what had changed your mood so suddenly. After a moment of thought, Bruce tried again, “You don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart, I want those women around me even less than you do.”
Knowing that Bruce thought that this was only jealousy only made you more upset, and as soon as he the statement left his lips, he could see that clear as day. For such an intelligent man, he sure could be dense.
“Well you should,” you venomously spat at him, earning another confused look from Bruce. “They’re all perfect for you! Tall, pretty, good breeding, modelesque society women,” you continued with tears brimming your eyes, “Not the working class, short, keeps wearing the same dress because it’s comfy with no zipper to fight with and is apparently the only design to realize that hips are a thing, and spends your money on sobs stories mess that I am!”
As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop it; the floodgates had opened and the tears were going to fall whether you liked it or not. Bruce realized just how much you were hurting when you threw your hands up to block him as he tried to pull you in for a comforting hug. As you lowered your hands to wrap around yourself, he settled for the next best physical comfort he could think to offer you.
“No, you’re perfect for me,” Bruce argued. “Their smiles don’t even reach their eyes, let alone their whole bodies like yours does. They only think of themselves, when in the same position you always put everybody else before yourself.
“You’re perfect for me because you love with your whole being, not with your wallet,” he paused to collect himself. “You see through the masks and you love me despite my flaws-”
“Because of your flaws,” you interrupted, unwrapping your arms from yourself and stepping into Bruce’s fallen arms. You leaned your head against his chest and tilted your head to look up at your husband, clarifying, “I love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them. They’re part of what makes you ‘you,’ so I love you because of your flaws.”
“Fine, you love me because of my flaws,” Bruce conceded with a chuckle. “And I love you because of any flaw that you think you have. That’s why, my beautiful in every imaginable way wife, I always choose you to be the one at my side.”
You were both content to stay like that - wrapped up in each other’s arms, gently swaying to the muffled sounds of the music from the ballroom - for the rest of the gala, until you could go home and get wrapped up together all over again.
You didn’t have to be that ridiculed, insecure girl you were in high school again, but you didn’t have to completely lever her behind and forgotten either. It was those flaws and experiences that led you here today - happy, fulfilled, loved and in love, and making a difference to help people.
For better or worse, flaws and all you and Bruce were in it together for the long haul.