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But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face…

I have never been the same. Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame
And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name. Set my heart aflame, every part aflame.
This is not a game.

-Hamilton, Satisfied

Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.

A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕

You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.

“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.

“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”

“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.

“Is Chris with him?”

“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”

You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.

“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”

Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”

“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.

“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”

“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.

“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”

“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”

“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.

You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.

“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”

“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”

“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.

“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”

“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”

“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.

“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.

“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

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A/N: Soooo, I did a thing. I just finished reading American Assassin(Dylan’s potential new movie) and I was inspired. I know this is a little different then the norm. But I promise it’ll be worth it. Also, I want to put in a

WARNING: (which I don’t do usually, but need to for this particular imagine): This implies gun use and blood, and also talks about terrorist and mistreatment of women. I wouldn’t recommend this if you are easily triggered. Again, this is based off the book American Assassin, and all that is what the book involves. And my usual warning, I have proof read this BUT it is late so it’s not perfectly perfect. I’m going to try to have workspace up by Tuesday, before anyone asks. (: So with that said, love ya babes.

He sat in the very back corner booth of the diner, holding his white porcelain coffee mug with one hand as he gazed out of the large window that over looked the bustling street outside. He’s been there most of the morning, just sitting, drinking, and gazing. Terry was attentive to him, refilling his coffee every so often without him asking. He acknowledged her with a polite nod of his head and perfunctory smile. It was obvious that he was American. Although he’d gone to great lengths to appear otherwise. His skin was tanned, not from a tanning bed but more from being somewhere that saw a lot of sun. Like Africa or here, in the Middle East. His hair was a faded black, revealing that it wasn’t his natural colour. He was handsome, very handsome now that I looked at him longer. His eyes stood out against his tawny complexion. Even from behind the bar style counter where I stood cleaning, I could see them. They were a warm yellowish brown, an unusual colour. One that I’ve definitely never seen before. He took another sip of coffee without looking away from the window. I watched him until he set the mug back down on the dark wood table. I stretched my neck across the counter to get a better view of the window. I couldn’t see anything worth looking at. There were merchants outside selling goods, and tiny cars driving along dirt ridden roads. But nothing else that warranted such attention.


“Order up!” Marvin sang from the kitchen as he slid a plate of eggs and bacon through the serving window.

“Where’s it going, Marv?” I asked, grabbing the plate and balancing on my hand.

“Uhh, table…three.” He read off the receipt he’d just pulled from the few others that hung on his side of the window.

Table three? That was the mystery man. I never saw Terry take his order.

“Table three?” I questioned looking over my shoulder at the man who still hadn’t moved.

Marv nodded absentmindedly as he flipped a burger on the flattop.

“But I don’t know if he-”

“Look girl, he’s been sittin’ there for five hours with nothin’ but coffee ta drink. The kid could use a meal.” His accent was thick as he spoke. It was a strange sound hearing a Turkish man feign a southern American accent.

I asked no more questions as I headed over to the mysterious stranger in his back corner. As I came closer to him, I noticed his slight muscular build. He was wearing a short sleeve olive green v-neck that accentuated his muscly arms and was tight around his pectorals. He couldn’t have been more than twenty two or twenty three, but he looked more aged then that. Especially with his facial hair. He had a landscaped scruff that didn’t quite qualify as a beard. Again, I admired how handsome he was: all tan, muscles, and peculiar.

I made it to the table and set down the plate the glass hitting the hard wood with a knock.

“Bacon and eggs.” I announced triumphantly with a smile.

“I didn’t order that.” He said curtly, his eyes never leaving the glass plane.

“Oh, I-I know. I, um, well Marv told me to-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted my stumbling with same shortness of his tone.

Jeez, what a jerk! I thought to myself.

“Okay?” I frowned and turned to walk away.

Americans! They’re so rude. Which is why I left the place. I hadn’t meant to end up in Turkey, more specifically Istanbul, it just happened. My father had spent most of his adult life in the military, so I was no stranger to packing up a leaving at a drop of a hat. We lived in Istanbul for about three weeks before we moved to England. But I never forgot this place. It was rustic and old, but rich with history. In school you learn about the wonders of Paris and Rome. Somehow, though, we are deprived of places like Budapest and Istanbul.

I rounded the corner of the bar reentering it and grabbed the towel I was once using to clean the counter. I ducked under to grab a bottle filled with soap and water. When I reemerged, I snuck a quick glance at the rude stranger. Terry was refilling his cup once again but as I exited the bar to clean empty tables, I noticed her lingering. I tried not to stare, failing miserably. She was there for a few seconds longer before leaving, stuffing two or three fifty dollar bills in her apron a smile adorning her face. She walked past me raising her eyebrows at me, and I knew that meant she’d tell me later.

I shook my head and smiled at the older women. She always got the best tips, but never that much. Was this stranger some sort of millionaire? I dared another glance at the man. This time I could see him without hindrance, but strangely his eyes were fixed in my direction. It was surprising and unsettling. Meer minutes before that guy was dismissing me, now his eyes were trained on me. Assessing me. He was still too far to see exactly what he was looking at in regards to me, but before I could act his head whipped back to the window. He examined the outside for a whole second, leaned in closer, and finally seeing what he’d been looking for all morning. He scooted from his booth and exited the diner, the little bell above the door ringing as he did. I walked to the window quickly after him to see what he’d seen, but nothing looks different. Same street merchants, same little cars. I search for the mysterious man, but he was gone. I couldn’t help feel a pang of sadness in my gut. He was handsome and young, two things we didn’t get in this tiny diner very often. Hell, in Istanbul even. I sighed, scolding myself for not having more game or sense for that matter.

I moved from the window to his table clearing it of its remains, when I noticed a small piece of paper folded underneath his plate of untouched bacon and eggs. I unfolded it and read the scribbled handwriting:

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

I reread the note a couple more times. I was familiar with the Edgar Allen Poe quote, but I couldn’t understand the significance of this particular quote. This man was mysterious. I turned the note over to the back. On it was an address,

Suada, Galatasaray Adası, Kuruçeşme

Suada was a popular night club in Istanbul. It was the Paris of night clubs. Very prominent people attended this club. The rich, the powerful, and the dangerous. I’d gone often here with friends but they usually left with some of said rich, powerful, dangerous men. I wasn’t as easy though. That lifestyle did not appeal to me. Suada did have the best music in the city it just so happens. Which is the only reason I’ve continued to go back.

I looked over my shoulder and out the window once again. Maybe he’d be there. Maybe I could have another chance at talking to him.

“Here.” Terry said making me jump. I whirled my head to her and she had a fifty dollar bill in her hand extended toward me. I met her eyes with confusion ridden on my face.

“That guy told me to give this to you.” She smirked with a shrug.

“But I barely helped him.”

She shook her head at me. “He told me specifically to give this to you. Said that you were very kind to him.”

What the fuck?

I took the bill from her, baffled.

Terry walked away, a noticeable spring in her step. I turned my attention back to the fifty crumbled in my hand. I had a friend once that used to have this saying, ‘Twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.“ That saying resonated with me.

1. Him staring
2.His note he left with the address
3. The fifty dollar bill

I might just be imagining it, but those seemed a lot like reasons to go tonight. It was a pattern directing me to him. I rolled my eyes at the thought. There’s no way this hot guy, who could have anyone mind you, would be so cryptic in asking me out on a date. But, as I thought more about it I decided it couldn’t hurt just to see, right?

And then my mind was made,

I would go to Suada tonight.

Per usual, the place was crowed. Along the walls were boothed seating areas where the rich and powerful set up for the night. They were mostly very big hairy Turkish and Islamic men with skinny desperate girls in too small dresses on either side of them. The middle of all that was the dance floor, where people like me populated. There was a large bar upstairs, that could be seen from down below. It was a dimly lit place with occasional wall lighting but mostly strobe lights and dancing coloured lights.

I spotted him upstairs from where I stood on the dance floor, leaning against railing surrounding the bar. He was wearing a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath and dark wash jeans. His hair was styled in a messy way, which actually made him look a lot more put together then he did earlier. I saw a drink in his hand with a clear liquid, but I had an inkling there wasn’t alcohol in the glass. I pushed my way through the hot and compact sea of bodies to the stairs just off the left. I climbed up my heels clanking against the metal incline. He was still in the same position as I approached him. I stood next to him, also leaning against the cool steel of the rails supporting myself on my forearms.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He said before taking another swig from his glass.

I smiled. “I found so many reasons to come.”

“You don’t say?” He replied sardonically.

I looked over at him and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips that he tried to hide with another tip of his drink. Like before in the diner, his eyes were trained on something. It looked as if he was looking at the dancers below but his expression told otherwise. He was focused and systematic, eyebrows furrowed.

“You look good.” He said still not looking at me.

I blushed knowing he wouldn’t really notice, but was determined to answer back wittily.

“Some hotshot tipped my fifty bucks today, so I thought I’d put it to good use.”

The mystery man laughed. A hearty genuine laugh, making me smile again.

“What’s your name?” I asked finally.

For some reason, this caught his attention and he turned his head to me, brows knitted together. He looked at me as if considering something then discarded the thought.

“Dan.” He said without hesitation, and I almost believed him. But something in the flatness of the tone and the obvious non-attachment to the name told me he was lying.

“Well Dan,” I started, my tone letting him know I did not for a second think that was actually his name. “Wanna dance?”

“I don’t really dance.” He said coolly, directing his attention back to the dance floor.

I was starting to get the impression I may have misinterpreted the so called messaged is thought he’d left for me. I mean the address told me he was most likely going to be here and the rest is just made up in my head. I took a long gaze at him wanting him to break the uncomfortable tension that was building up between us. When he didn’t, I took that as the signal to go. Embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment and not want to bother ‘Dan’ any longer, I turned and headed for the bar to load up on the drinks I would undoubtedly need to drown how mortified I actually was.

I’m rocking my hips to the beat,





I can’t remember how I got here or for how long. I’m only aware of the thudding rhythm moving my body. My head feels heavy, and there’s only swirling faces around me twisting and meshing into each other. Suddenly though, I feel two big meaty hands on my waist. They move up and down, and then around to my backside. They seem to be one with my body at first, because I don’t notice them. They are an extension of myself. But I begin to remember where my own hands are and that the ones now gliding slowly to my breast, aren’t the ones connected to my wrists. I screw up my face in confusion watching the hands almost touch the underneath of my bosom, until I stop them. Clumsily, I turn around to see a man about my height with dark eyes and a crooked nose smiling at me. His long black beard matched his slick back hair, and he smelled of liquor, smoke, and obnoxious cologne. He says my name, but my drunken haze makes me unable to place him.

“It’s me,” he slurs. “Au Bu.”

I recall the name now. He’s a soldier with a Islamic terrorist ring. Something very common in here in Istanbul. He’s one of the higher ups. He’s always here at Suada, feeling up all the pretty girl. He waves money and expensive bottles of alcohol at them and they cave to his every whim. He’s tried on several accounts to sway me, but has always been unsuccessful.

Tonight is a very rare occasion where I’ve allowed myself, due to being an emotional girl, to become grossly inebriated. To my misfortune, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Au Bu?” I copy, pretending not to recognise him. He’s stronger than me, and his hands have freed themselves from my grip and are wandering once again.

“Oh come now. You know who I am.” He says cockily.

I try but am unable to stop his hands.

“S-stop.” I stutter and my fear is sobering.

“Now now. You’ve denied me so many times. I think it’s time to change your mind.” One hand grazes my breasts before it races to my neck and clutches it tightly. My hands instantly reach up to claw at the hand around my throat. I’m coughing and gaging and my vision is darkening at the edges. You’d think in a crowded club, that someone might notice a girl being chocked unconscious by a big burly man. But in this town, woman that are not married are equal to dogs. Treated however, whomever sees fit. My lungs burn from lack of air, and I think I might pass out until suddenly I meet the ground, hitting it hard. My vision is just gradually becoming less cloudy. There’s a ringing in my ears that I hadn’t noticed before, but it’s fading. In my returning sight, I can see a swarm of people all heading for the door. A few people remain though all facing me. One of them is Au Bu, and he’s holding a long shiny object in his hands. I don’t understand what they’re doing or what they have pointed at me Then I squint, because I see a few steps in front of me are a set of legs. They are covered by dark jeans but I can see how lean they are despite being covered.

What happens next happens fast. Three bodies hit the floor, what I think is simultaneously but after a forethought I realize they were one right after the other. But they were hit quick, so quick it seemed to happening all at once. A dark liquid spills out from various points in each of their bodies. My head is screaming at me to move, to run. But I’m drunk and still recovering from being almost chocked out. I’m weak. My mind can not comprehend what’s happening or what it is I’m seeing. It yearns for rest and my eye lids are becoming heavy. The pair of legs in front of me are turning, now facing me. My stomach lurches, afraid I may receive the same fate as Au Bu and the other men. Warm hands curl under me and pull me up into strong arms. One is around my back and the other under my legs. I lazily wrap my arms around the neck of the stranger and nuzzle into their chest. It’s hard, but not uncomfortable. I inhale and smell cigarettes and mint. A tell tale sign of a smoker covering up the fact they smoke. I don’t recognise the smell, so I’m sure I don’t know this person. I can tell we’ve started walking because I can feel the slight bounce of my body with each step. I want to see my rescuer, to be sure he is in fact rescuing me. My sight is still blurry but some how through it, I can see a warm yellowish brown pair of eyes. It’s a very unusual colour. But one I’ve seen before.

ALTL Part 41

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Title: ALTL Part 41

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel, Denise (Minor OC)

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

A/N: We still have much more to go through in this story! I hope you are all enjoying it!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

The next morning you woke up, turning onto your side.  You could feel Gabriel’s feathers brush against your soft skin.  Your eyes fluttered open, a warm smile slowly spreading across your lips.  Your fingertips ran along his jawline as you pressed your lips against his.  The kiss was slow, but full of passion and love.  It was like Gabriel had waited for this moment for eons.

You leaned back, noticing how Gabriel’s eyes stayed closed for another few seconds.  You could see the pure joy in Gabriel’s expression.  It was certainly a look you would never forget.

“Good morning [Y/N],” Gabriel spoke in a low voice.  His wings cradled your body, acting as a blanket.  It surprised you at how warm he had kept you.

“Remind me to clean your wings,” you giggled.  You pulled a lollipop from in between a few feathers, ignoring Gabriel’s protest.  You showed the archangel the half eaten piece of candy.  “How many times have I told you -out of all the years I’ve known you- that your wings aren’t a candy dish.”

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I don’t know why but I always find Bruce’s stories tricky to write. I don’t like playing to the stereotype of him being overly sensitive because of his anger issues or making the story revolve around the Hulk because of the omniprevalent danger he presents. Hopefully this shows Bruce as a character rather than a plot point, and I hope you all enjoy it!

“Doctor’s Orders”

“Doctor Banner.” JARVIS’ voice called out to the scientist who looked up from his work. “Your presence has been requested in Miss (Y/l/n)’s quarters.”

Bruce hurried down the corridor as fast as he could, practically tripping over his own feet to get to your room. You must be in desperate need of his help or you wouldn’t have called at all – it wasn’t in your proud nature to ask for help, as he so well knew – so upon reaching the door, he burst in.
“(Y/n)?” He called out when the room was in fact empty. Tony’s head shot up from the other side of the bed.

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled.
“I… uh… Tony?”
“Look at that, he remembers my name. Get over here I want a second opinion.” And just like that his head disappeared again.

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Title: Not Fair
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A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “6 and 7 with Gibbs or Mcgee -🐺”

Word Count: 456
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader

6. “This isn’t fair!”
7. “How could you do this?”

You stormed from the elevator. You’d just been to Abby’s lab when she let slip that Gibbs was benching you from the case, when pressed further Abby claimed she needed to get on with work for the case, “You’re benching me?” You asked coming right up to the Bosses desk, hands on your hips.

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Not So Sweet Relatives

Title: Not So Sweet Relatives

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,218

Warnings: fluff and perhaps small amounts of angst

A/N: This was requested by @the-real-tony-stank and @ronanismybae from THIS Christmas Drabble list. I’m still taking requests! Friendly reminder that  I love you all so much <3 I hope you all enjoy this <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Last week Gabriel promised to come with you to a Christmas party, hosted by your parents.  Most of your family was going to be at this party.  You couldn’t think of a better opportunity for them to finally meet your boyfriend.  Gabriel reluctantly agreed.  You told him that this was the last time you would see them.  It was dangerous to see them too often, if at all.

When you were done getting ready you walked into the library, looking for Gabriel.  When the Winchesters and Castiel saw you, your cheeks flushed pink.  They never saw you like this; all gussied up.  A whistle came from Dean as he looked you up and down.  “Wow [Y/N] you look…  Great,” Dean smirked.

Castiel flashed you a warm smile, “Gabriel will be here [Y/N] don’t worry.  You look beautiful.”

“How come you’re all dressed up,” Sam asked, setting his laptop aside.  “Are you even comfortable in that dress?”

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I had a bad day and I was on my way home. I took the train because that was the fastest way to our house. While inside the train, a thought came to me “Where should I go?” I asked myself. I don’t know. I don’t want to go home that time, what’s wrong with me?

Minutes passed and I am way too far from home already. Instead of going down, I enjoyed the trip. It was an ordinary afternoon that day, not much people are taking the train because there’s no rush. While it is still on going, a woman sat in front of me with a child. The girl looked so amazed while gazing on the window. I saw her mother’s smile and eventually I just missed mine to. My mom. She used to like this kind of adventure, riding the train without knowing the destination. For the past years I’m here in this city, I’ve never reached the end of the line. I don’t know, maybe it’s too far? 

It’s almost night and the sun starts to set. A guy on the west wing is reading a book while listening to music. During my college years, I used to play with my friends in the arcade, bond with relatives. Now that i’m over it, I started to work and my social life came to an end. To ease the stress earned in a whole day computer work, I read a book, listen to music, or do both while on my way home. Books and music became my only escape since after my childhood days ended.

The train’s journey ended, and to my surprise, I ended up being in the last station. For the first time. This is what it looks like, it has a beach at a far side 20 minutes walk from the station. I stayed there for a while, alone. I took off my shoes and run of the sands to the waters. It feels cold. I stand my ground on the waters and it actually makes me happy. For a while, all my problems were gone. The solitude, the feeling of being alone surrounded me that time. i put my earphones on and played my favorite music. The moon shines bright that night “Thank you.” I said as my eyes were on the moon. It calmed me. It’s hard to let go of that place. The water, sand, moon, and solitary are priceless. I packed my things, get ready to go home. i smiled before I leave and promised, “I will come back.”

16. Kara Danvers x Reader

Summary: A new enemy arises and unbeknownst to you he is a shape shifter. He takes you hostage, can Kara save the day? 

In retrospect you should’ve realized it wasn’t really Kara. You knew something was off but you couldn’t place it. So now here you were, in a dank and musty warehouse chained to some pole. It was dark and you could barely see the white outline of your shoes. 

A part of you was angry that he fooled you but the more rational side knew that it was pointless to feel guilty. He was a shape shifter, making people believe he was someone else was kinda his thing. 

You closed your eyes and let your head rest on the pole. It was freezing cold and all you could think about was Kara, your Kara. She must be worried, angry, and probably punching everything around her. 

The door opened and your eyes flashed awake. You squinted to see the outline in the distance. As it came closer you saw him. He was still in Kara’s form. That made you all the more angry.  

“How about you stop being such a coward and show me who you really are?”

He(she?) smiled back at you. “I thought you’d be more comfortable seeing me in this form.”

You scowled. “I’d be more comfortable if you just dropped dead.”

He chuckled. “Feisty, I can see why Supergirl likes you….well that and you’ve got a great body.” Your face flushed and you were thankful for the cover of darkness. He snapped a flashlight on and handed you a plate of pizza. “Thought you might be hungry.”

You took the pizza with your free hand. You mumbled out a thank you because even if he was holding you hostage you still minded your manners.  He turned to leave but you spoke up. 

“She’s going to come for me, and when she does you’ll be sorry.”

He turned back around, his mouth twisting into a devilish grin. “I’m counting on that dear.”

The door shut behind him and you were back to being alone in the dark. You chewed your pizza slowly, savoring the only food you’d had all day. As you sat and ate you wondered how Kara would react after all of this was said and done. You had no doubt in your mind Kara would rescue you. After all if she was supergirl she saved everyone. 

You sighed. It’d been a long day. First you think your girlfriend is taking you out to breakfast but then find yourself getting knocked out and waking up in a warehouse chained to a pole. Then the person who captured you tells you your girlfriend of five years is really the super famous Supergirl and to top it off he tells you he’s going to destroy her and everything she holds dear. 

It’d been a rough day for you, certainly not one of your best. 

After you’d eaten all the pizza on the plate you decided it was smart to get some sleep. You didn’t know when this was going to be over so you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep. 

You were awoken by loud crashes. Your eyes flashed open and you saw Kara duking it out with the shifter. He had her pinned down on the ground, his hands around her throat. They were so far away you could barely see them. 

“Kara,” you yelled. 

She turned to you. She saw you chained up and seemed to get a second wind. Kara pushed the shifter back, and got to her feet. He lunged towards her and Kara stepped aside. Kara grabbed him and slammed him down on the ground. She punched his face, and in her fury kept punching him. He was bleeding, red spilling from his nose, eyes, and mouth. Kara didn’t stop punching, not even when this guy was clearly knocked out. It started to scare you. You’d never seen Kara like this. She was furious. 

“K-Kara,” you stammered. 

Kara’s fist was about to connect with the guy’s face again. 

So you shouted. “Kara stop!”

Her fist stopped short of his face. Kara turned to you, saw the look of horror in your eyes, and lowered her fist. She got off the guy and sank down on the floor. Tears started flowing from her eyes. She covered her face with her hands and started shaking her head. “I’m so sorry.”

You wanted to get up and go to her but you were still chained. 

“Kara,” you said trying to get her attention. 

She looked up. You held the chain up. 

“I could use some help.”

Kara stood up and yanked the chains off of you. She seemed to do it with relative ease and only then had it really sunk in that she was Supergirl. Kara stood awkwardly in front of you, looking away from you. She took a deep breath. 

“Listen (y/n), I know I have to explain a lot but…” she looked at you, “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You rubbed your arm uncomfortably. “I’ve never seen you like that Kar.”

Kara nodded. “I know I just couldn’t stop. I saw you there, in chains, and I don’t know…I just saw red.”

You stepped towards Kara and grabbed her hand. “Take me home Kar.”

Kara squeeze your hand gently. “Of course.”


Once you’d showered and gotten dressed you stepped into the kitchen to grab a cup of tea. Kara was still on the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees. You fixed her a cup too. 

You walked over to her and handed her the tea. She thanked you and took a tentative sip. You set your cup down on the coffee table. 

“So..” you started, “you’re supergirl?”

Kara nodded. “I know I should’ve told you a long time ago but I thought-,” Kara stopped and placed her chin on her knees. 

“Thought what?” You encouraged.

Kara sighed. “I thought you’d hate me, for being an alien. I thought you’d be all creeped out.”

You shook your head and smiled. “Kara I love you, I could care less that you’re from outer space. If anything I think it’s pretty damn amazing that I’m dating a girl from a completely different star system.”

Kara looked at you, a half smile on her lips. “You’ve always been weird like that, it’s what I love about you.” 

You tucked a stray brown hair behind Kara’s ear. “Thank you for saving me.”

Kara unwound herself and cupped your cheek. “Always, I’m sorry I even put you in the position to be taken.”

You held her hand. “At least I know you’ll always be there.”

Kara nodded. “Of course.”

She leaned in and pressed her soft lips against yours. This kiss was no different than any before it. Kara’s lips still tasted like the vanilla chapstick she wore, and you still dug your hands in her messy hair. Yet this kiss felt different. You felt like this kiss solidified a new era of your relationship. Things would change, that you knew for sure, but this kiss was a sign that regardless of what changes would be made you and Kara would be the one constant. 

Professor Pride Winter Break

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Title: Professor Pride Winter Break

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs

Word Count: 1,728

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I know it’s early, but I wanted to post this now! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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You quickly got settled in at Dwayne’s place.  Your mother sent you the rest of your things, as promised.  It turned out that you didn’t have much left there to begin with.  It was mostly clothes, photos, and a few other small things.  You were glad that it was winter break for Dwayne, otherwise settling in would have less enjoyable.

It was only a week before Christmas and you needed to buy something for Dwayne.  The two of you decorated the tree only last week.  That was an experience in itself.  You smiled at the thought.  You grabbed your phone from beside you, going back inside the house.

You padded into the living room, plopping down on the couch next to the professor.  He smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead.  You snuggled into his side.

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Hii Darling! Could you pwease write a Shades imagine? In which Reader is surprisingly sweet and he’s been with her for a long time (she’d younger than him tho) but no one knows esPECIALLY not Mariah because the way he feels about her (sooo in love) is a liability. (non english speaker if that’s the wrong word i’m sorry) but he’s playing with fire flirting with Mariah, so caught up in his own head he doesn’t realize “Reader” gets what’s going on and one day he comes home and she’d just gone


“Why can’t I come with?” She asks, holding her hands to her chest, eye’s big and eyebrows furrowed together sadly. He was putting on his jacket and grabbed his shades before answering her. When he looked up and saw how sad her face looked, his hard stare softened.
“It’s dangerous.” He says quietly, not looking at her anymore.
“But it’s just a club. I’ll stay at the bar. I just miss being with you…” She whispers, looking down. Y/N bit her lip and let out a shaky sigh. “Just go, it’s fine.”
“Please stop. Don’t act like this.”
“How am I supposed to act? I’m sad. I never get to see you anymore, and you just expect me to be okay with that?”
Hernan set down his shades and took two long strides over to her, his hands on her shoulders, running up to the sides of her face.
She pouted and crossed her arms.
“Okay, I’ll let you come with this time, but if anything happens, you’re staying at home. I’m not going to be responsible for you getting hurt.” He says, smiling along with her as her frown turned into a big cheesy smile.
“I’ll go get ready!” She says, turning around, and just before she ran down the hall, Hernan slapped her ass. She yelped and trotted down the hallway.

After she got ready, her and Hernan left to go to the club. It was early in the morning, so she wore a tight black dress, black pantyhose, subtle black heels and a black coat to top it off. If she was gonna be seen with Hernan, she needed to look natural next to him. She often wondered why she wasn’t allowed to come with before, but she just told herself it was business that she couldn’t be apart of.
Hernan pulled into the back parking lot of the club, getting out and hurrying to the passenger side to help her out, arm around her waist as they tried to avoid puddles due to the rain.
They got inside, Y/N’s entire outfit and hair was damp and she was now shivering. In the middle of the room was Mariah and Cottonmouth, both had arms crossed and got quiet as soon as they saw Y/N with Hernan at her side. Who the fuck was she?
Mariah walks over, grimacing at her. “I’ll take your coat, sweetie.”
Y/N shook her head. “Actually, I’m kind of cold. I’m fine with it on.”
Mariah began to look slightly irritated, her eyes left Y/N and landed on Hernan. “Time to do business, baby.” She says I’m a sultry voice. Hernan smiled and nodded, patting Y/N’s back.
“I’ll be out in two hours tops. Choose where you want to go for lunch.”
Y/N smiled with that, but…. she shouldn’t help but feel like something fishy was going on. Mariah took his hand and lead him upstairs.
Was she stupid? Was he stupid? To any outsider looking in, it looked like Mariah and Hernan were the couple. Y/N tried to not let it get under her skin, but she was the jealous type and couldn’t help it.

To be continued…


is strong with a face like yours dear. 

When I first saw these photos of Alan I always just looked at them like: WOW these are really nice shots and he has a very expressive face. I never thought about a deeper meaning for them until now. 

As I was making this gif set I noticed that when you put them in a certain order they kind of tell a story. They remind me of the stages you go through when you first start liking someone. |Shyness | Openness | Happiness | Passion | 

I Thought You Loved Me

I set the plates down on the dinner table. I was making an anniversary meal for my boyfriend and me. We’ve been together for 2 years and it’s been wonderful. My boyfriend is Justin and he is the best thing that has happened to me.

I made sure I looked breathe taking just for him. I wore my favourite burgundy dress that was backless and came past my feet and hung onto the floor elegantly. My hair was up in a beautiful bun and my makeup was done to perfection. I’ve never felt this good about myself.

I set the last bit of food on the plates and lit the candles in the middle of the table. I stepped back and admired my work. I hope he likes it. I soon herd the door open and them slam shut. My nerves increasing to 100.

I walked into the living room to see it empty. I saw his shoes by the stairs so I made my way up and into the bedroom. I opened the door and saw Justin packing his stuff into a suitcase.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, standing in the doorway. My heart plummeting to the ground.

“I’m leaving” he replied, with no expression in his voice. “Why are you leaving?” I asked, my lip quivering slightly.

“Ok, listen. I just don’t like being in this relationship anymore. It’s boring. We don’t do anything. We don’t kiss. We don’t touch each other all because you to frigid to do anything with me” he spat, glaring at me.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but just because I don’t let you kiss me or hug me, that doesn’t mean I am frigid. I am glad I didn’t let someone like you take that away from me because that would be the biggest mistake of my life. You want to leave, Fine!” I shouted, chucking his things at him.

“The fuck do you mean, it would be a mistake and stop throwing things at me!” he shouted back. I stopped but kept on glaring at him. “It would have been a mistake because you’re a dick. You’re leaving me because I don’t want to have sex with you. You’re pathetic. I hope your new girlfriend gives you everything you want.” I said, smiling sarcastically at him and slamming the door behind me as I walked away.

I sat on the couch in the living room, covering myself up with a blanket and watching my favourite show ‘The Vampire Diaries’. I was engrossed into the episode that I didn’t hear Justin’s footsteps walking down the stairs. I didn’t turn to look at him but I did hear him pick up his car keys.

“You’re not going to stop me then?” he asked. I turned my head to look at him. “Am I supposed too?” I asked, looking back at the television, my concentration elsewhere.

“I thought you loved me” he said, picking up his suitcase and walking out the front door.

“I thought you loved me too” I said before he closed the door fully.

Word Count: 544

Hey. I hope you like this imagine. I don’t know if I’ll write a part two but we’ll see. Enjoy:) p.s Sorry it’s short.

Caleb Rivers : I’ll Fix This

“Y/N. I swear to god. I’m am not watching Clueless again,” Caleb said. “And why not?” I asked. “We’ve watched that movie ever single date night for the past three weeks,” he said. “Because it’s a good movie!” I shouted and he shook his head. “Fine. What do you want to watch?” I asked. “Fast and the Furious,” he said going to put in the DVD.

“Fine,” I said as he sat back down. “But only because Paul walker is cute,” I said and laughed at the face he gave me. “Aww. Im sorry. Your cute too,” I said attaching my lips to his. He picked me up and put me down on his lap. His hands wrapped around my waist and his lips moved against mine. We were interrupted by the doorbell.

“It could be important,” I mumbled against his lips. “More important than this?” he asked. The doorbell ringing again answered his question. He sighed as I got up to answer the door. When I did no one was there.

Only a box on the floor. I picked up the box, closed the door, and walked back over to Caleb. He stood up when he saw what I was holding. “Is it from A?” he asked as I set in on the coffee table. “Probably,” I said.

Caleb opened the box and I screamed when he did. An animal heart was staring back up at me. “Oh my god,” he whispered and closed the box back up. “Did you see anyone out there?” he asked. I could tell by the tone of his voice he was getting mad.

He always did whenever A messed with me. I couldn’t speak. All I could so was shake my head no. You never did when it came to A. He pulled me close and wrapped me in his arms. “It’s ok. I’ll fix this. I’ll do whatever it takes to find this monster,” he said and kissed me on the forehead. I prayed he was right.

Imagine – Babysitting JJ with Jensen

Word Count – 2016

Pairing – Divorced! Jensen x Reader

Triggers – None that I can think of?

A/N – Please take note this is just an imagine. I love Jensen and Danneel very, very much and ship them so much !! I would never expect them to ever get a divorce so please don’t take this in the wrong way, it’s just fanfiction! Thank you. Also, I’m thinking of making this into a series. So if I should post a part 2 please let me know.


You pulled into Jensen’s driveway and parked in your normal spot, taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup before getting out of the car. “Act casual, y/n. It’s just a crush, It’s just a crush, it’s just a crush.” You whispered to yourself, but you knew it was more.

You got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking on it loudly. Not even 10 seconds and the door comes flying open along with a smiling Jensen with his smiling baby girl in his arms. “y/n! it’s so great to see you!” He brought you in for a side hug, hugging JJ after.

You walked into the living room and noticed all the toys on the floor, smiling and shaking your head when you noticed the tiny impala toy on the floor. “Seriously, Jensen? That is so Dean of you.” He picked up the toy car and looked at it, passing it over to JJ who was now in your arms. “Dean’s a good role model, sometimes.” “Daddy’s – car!” JJ said happily, holding the car up in the air and looking at the toy with amazement.

“She knows” You and Jensen both laughed, sighing and smiling at each other after. God he was beautiful with his green apple eyes, curling lip whenever he smiled. His laugh made your heart warm, and his voice gave you shivers.

“I’m going to go look through the script for episode 9, if ya need anything just yell. Thank you so much for watching her.” He kissed your cheek without thinking, heart sinking after while yours stopped but he didn’t say anything and just walked away with a frown, wishing he could’ve kissed your lips instead.

You placed your fingertips over the spot he kissed, smiling to yourself. The sound of JJ fusing got you out of your thoughts. “toys!” “yes, yes we can go play with your toys.” You chuckled while she yelled “yayy!” and waddled over to the spot in the middle of the living room filled with stuffed animals. God she was adorable, just like her father.


It was 4 in the afternoon now. You were sitting in JJ’s room, helping her put on her princess dress she wanted to wear and show daddy. “You look beautiful!” You yelled happily while she smiled and stood In front of her little mirror. “Let’s go show daddy, yeah?”

You picked her up and carried her to Jensen’s work office. You knocked slightly, hopping he wasn’t to busy. “It’s open!” His jaw dropped when he saw his daughter. “look at my princess!” He picked her up and kissed her cheek, making her giggle. “She loves Cinderella, I bought the dress for her last Christmas and she still wears it.” You nodded with a smile. “How’s work?” “Same old, same old. I miss ya being on the show, you made it a lot cooler.” You blushed, hopping he didn’t notice. “Jared called earlier, said he’s coming over around 8 if ya want to stick around and hangout with us” “Sure! Sound’s great!” ‘Awesome! I’ll let Jared know.” Jensen fist bumped the air and screamed yes quietly to himself once you left, excited for tonight especially now that you’d be there.


It was 7:30 and it was time for JJ to go to sleep. You carried her up the stairs while Jensen followed from behind, staring up and down your body while you weren’t looking, feeling all the nervousness and sadness hit in his stomach.

“Don’t…want…sleep!” she fussed, pouting her arms. “Think about this, when you wake up I’ll make you pancakes just like how you like them.” Jensen said. “With y/n?” “With y/n.” She smiled while Jensen gave her a small high five.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.” “I love you too, daddy.” She heled onto his finger, making your and Jensen’s hearts warm up from cuteness. “Forever?” ‘Forver” She said funny, not being able to say that word properly yet.  “Night, mommy!” She yelled from the crib. You and Jensen froze, not knowing what to say. “Sweetie, I’m y/n not mommy.” You frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“But – mommy?” “Mommy will be here in two days honey.” He said, holding up two fingers and looking at you with worry. “Okay, night y/n.” “Night J”

Jensen closed the door behind you, while you tried not to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry about that, she’s just confused is all. I hope you’ll still visit us but if it’s to awkward no I’ll understand.” You looked up at him with confusion and sadness in your eyes, while he looked just as sad too. “Of course I’ll still be here Jensen, I’ll always be here for you both always have been right? Just like you’ve always been here for me.” He nodded and smirked. “Thank you for everything you do for us y/n, honestly.” “My pleasure, now let’s go hangout I feel like I haven’t seen you all day”

“A beer?” he yelled from the kitchen. “Yes!” He passed you the bottle while taking a sip of his own. “We still got like 20 – 30 minutes, what do ya wanna do?” “We can just sit and talk, doesn’t matter to me.” He sat down on the couch and patted the spot closest to him. You plopped down and laughed, laying your head against his chest while he had his arm laying against yours.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier, how you missed me being on the show?” ‘Of course! It was so great having you there. Not to mention I got to see you a lot more.” He stopped, realizing how flirty that sounded. A wave of panic hit him, wondering if he apologize. “Aw is Mr. Ackles getting all sappy on me?” “Pshh, Mr. Ackles is never sappy.” You both chuckled and sipped on your beers, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes a little longer than normal.

“How are your eyes so green and pretty?!” You said, tracking Jensen out of his thoughts. “Um, magic.” “If you really had magic what would you do?” The first thought that came to his head was make you two be together forever, but he couldn’t say it. “Tons of pizza forever.” “Oh, me too! Great minds think alike” “Haha, yeah..” He sighed, looking away.

“You okay, Jense?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Just – thinking.”


“Work, I guess.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” You frowned, placing your hand on top of his.

“Just don’t want ya to leave.” You looked at him with confusion. “Why would I?” “I don’t know, things happen sometimes that you can’t control and it’s just scary.” “I know, it’s life but Jensen you know I love you and J very much. You guys are my family, along with Jared and Misha. I’ll never leave you boys or J okay? Family sticks together through thick and thin.” He gave you a tight hug while you hugged back, sighing against his neck as he did the same. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “I’m glad I’m here too.”


“Hey!” Jared said happily, giving you and Jensen a tight hug. “Hey Jar, still as tall as can be.” You both chuckled. “Of course, and you’re still short!” He picked you up, making you laugh while Jensen stood in the corner and smirked, trying to hide his jealousy. He knew Jared loved Gen very much and would never do a thing to hurt her, but he always got a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw you with another guy wishing he could protect you and love you as his own.

“Did you read the script for episode 9? Crazy right?!” Jared said while grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, can’t believe Lucifer’s back.” “Mark’s back on set?! What the hell why didn’t you tell me I would’ve came and said hi!” You yelled from the table. “You can come Wednesday since Dan will have JJ” “Woo!!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air with joy while the boys laughed.

You all three sat in the living room and watched The Walking Dead together, talking about everything and anything. You and Jensen were back in your position that you were in before and Jared was in the recliner. “How’s Gen doing. Jared?” “She’s pretty good. The boys are well too.” “Do they still have pizza parties?” “All the time” Jared chuckled, smiling at the thought of his sons.

Jared noticed how Jensen barley took his eyes off you the whole night. Other than when Jared talked, his eyes were always on you with a soft smile. He knew his best friend was crazy in love, but he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t open up and tell her. So many amazing things could happen, he should take the chance.

Eventually you fell asleep in Jensen’s lap while he played with your hair softly, leaving Jared and him to their selves. Jensen got up to get a beer when Jared came and followed him behind after, wanting to talk in private.

“Do ya need a beer too?” “No thanks, I wanted to talk to you about stuff.” Jensen sat down in the chair and chugged his 4th beer of the night while Jared sat across from him.

“Why don’t you tell her?”


“You heard me, you’re obviously head over heals for her, why not tell her?”

“You’re funny man.” Jensen laughed, starting to stand up till Jared pushed him back down. “You’re torturing yourself, dude!” He gave him an angry look then chugged more of his beer, hopping he’d be drunk and forget all about this soon.

“You love her and you know it, why not tell her?! I noticed you staring at her all night, Jensen. You look at her the way I look at Gen, with love and care. Amazing things could come out of this man, take the chance.”

Jensen tossed his empty bottle on the floor and looked away from Jared, wiping the stray tear falling from his cheek angrily. “That’s what I thought about Dan. I thought nothing could ever go wrong, now look at us. The only reason we still talk is cause of JJ. I thought we loved each other, but I guess not. I’m just so scared to get attached, for my daughter to get attached and have her ripped out of our lives.”

“JJ called y/n mom today, did I forget to mention that?” Jared’s eyes went wide. “What’d y/n say? What did you say?” “She just told her how she’s y/n, not mommy. I told her she’ll see her mommy in two days and left with goodnight. Me and y/n talked when we left and I apologized, saying how if she didn’t want to come over anymore I’d understand.” “And she’s still here.” Jensen nodded.

Jared gave him a tight hug and rubbed his back as he cried into his shoulder. “I know you had strong feelings for Danneel. I know you both loved each other at some point and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but amazing things could happen Jensen. It’s better to take the chance than not have it at all, and to be honest? I know she loves you too man.”

Jensen shook his head and wiped his face with his big hands. “Okay, okay yeah you’re right. I’m going to try to tell her tomorrow when JJ takes her nap. I’m going to tell her, I’m actually going to tell her.”


Dissidia: Final Fantasy ending quotes [4/10]

↳ Squall Leonhart - “Maybe we can go on a mission together again.”