I’m an Indian actor. I work in Indian films, and I work in America. The globe is my stage, and I’m someone who goes where my work takes me. I’m not crossing over or crossing back. There shouldn’t be borders to talent.
Damen approached the lounge to find Laurent curled up on the pillows wearing nothing but Damen’s black sweatshirt, his tail curling side to side. The sun streamed in on him, highlighting his gold hair and sharp cheeks, and Damen, overwhelmed by love and adoration, crossed his arms over the back of the lounge and rested his head against them so he could watch Laurent.
A few minutes passed before Laurent’s tail slowed its movements and he peeked his eyes open, looking straight up at Damen.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Mm-hmm, very much so.” Damen grinned, then reached down and pulled at the sleeve of the sweatshirt. “Is that my hoodie?”
“It’s mine now.”
My art for the CaPri Big Bang 2k17! I’ve always wanted to draw kitty!Laurent, because he has such a cat-like persona: Hissy at first, but once he grows comfortable, he might curl up next to you (possibly while softly purring). I saw the chance when I saw sunrow’s wonderful story and took it!
Lance knew he had scars. Shiro had one in the middle of his face, of course he had scars.
It was different to see them.
Before it had just been an abstract concept. “Scars.” Okay, scars. Whatever.
It was different to see them.
It was obvious that Shiro thought he was alone, his eyes closed, head pillowed on his crossed arms as he let the rest of his body soak in the hot, vaguely glowing water.
His back was entirely exposed to Lance, and for the first time, Lance saw more skin than just his face, the back of his neck, and his left hand.
It wasn’t what he’d imagined. They weren’t pretty pink zebra stripes, little accents that made his eyes pop. They were ugly. They twisted his skin up, like the Indian rug burns he remembered giving his siblings. They were things healed wrong, mismatched fissures that tried to seal themselves back together and pulled everything in the wrong direction.
Shiro wasn’t supposed to look like that. Lance remembered Shiro. Shiro was a marble statue, every single muscle carefully chipped out of the Earth by God himself. He was beautiful, but this—
Lance couldn’t keep his eyes still as his brain tried to take everything in.
Stop looking, he told himself. Shiro would hate this.
Shiro’s back rose and feel with his sigh. He was content. God, he was content. His muscles were slack beneath the twisted skin. For the first time Lance could remember, Shiro was relaxed.
He wondered how much the scars had to do with the way the strings that held his jaw in place pulled so hard they looked like they’d snap.
And then his eyes were back, trying to piece together the history written in those lines. That was obviously a bite, a scratch… was that a stab wound?
Lance blinked away the fog in his eyes and shivered with the tears that fell from them. When did he start crying?
Next to the stab was a long slash, and then a phaser blast, and there, right in the middle, taking up far too much of his back, stripes. Pretty and pink. The X’s crossed over each other, back and forth, a latticework weaving of stark marks that puffed up the skin.
Shiro shifted and sighed again, rolling his shoulders back but keeping his eyes closed. The scars moved with him, rolling with his shoulders, turning as he twisted his hips to stretch his legs.
They had become a part of him.
Lance didn’t even want to think it. He knew what those marks were, and he could almost see Shiro, kind Shiro, gentle Shiro, his hands—there were two of them, then—tied in front of him as he tried not to cry.
Someone counted in an alien tongue. Shiro didn’t even know what number they were going for. He just knew that they kept going. Strike after strike, the crack echoing in his ears every single time. Every single time as they counted, a monotony that rubbed up on his ears, a foreign sound that taunted him.
They wanted him to scream.
He refused to scream.
Lance choked on the sound that threatened to escape his itching throat.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Shiro had always been a nice guy. He was a nice guy.
Lance bit down on his lip.
It hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as a whip must have. He kept biting.
Shiro turned his head on his arms and Lance tiptoed backwards, fingernails digging into his palms. but it didn’t hurt as much as a whip must have. He kept digging. He winced when the doors slid back open, but Shiro was so god damn content that he didn’t even notice.
They closed in front of him and Lance sucked in more air than his lungs could hold, coughing it back out as he stumbled to the nearest wall.
He forced his eyes shut, begged the stinging to stop.
It wasn’t fair.
He couldn’t stop picturing all the ways it could have happened, the sounds of Shiro’s scream bouncing off the walls of his brain.
Shiro was there, just feet away, and he was content. Somehow, that made it worse.
Lance wanted to hit someone. He wanted to find Zarkon or Sendak or Haggar or whoever the hell held the whip in their claws, whose voice had grated against his brain, and punch them in their dumb bitch ass teeth.
He tasted blood.
But Shiro was content, sighing to himself in a magical hot tub. He was content.
The scars probably still hurt, still pulled at his skin, but maybe this was recovery. Lance let go of his lip and wiped his face, pulling his shoulders back.
Requested by anon: could you write imagine with Hotch,where the reader step-sister Penelope and helps her with her work (like an Intern).Once Hotch was asked to help the reader with something and she is trying to “quietly” seduce him.Aaron understands this and talks to her about it,but she continues to seduce him. Hotch tries to pull away,because she’s many years younger,but in the end loses,and it leads to hot sex in his office. Sorry if this is too much detail.Even if you do not accept,in any case, thank you :)
A/N: When I talked about having a naughty dream, another anon asked for some rough sex with Hotch, and this only seemed fitting to the matter. So major smut warning ahead. Features a ‘sir’ kink and a bit of spanking in case anyone isn’t into that…
“I know it doesn’t sound that exciting, but my dearest pineapple, you have to start from somewhere,” Penelope said to her stepsister, handing her a stack of files.
“I know, I know. Only way is up,” Y/N replied, grabbing the files and papers that she’d be instructed to organize in the filing cabinets. Being an intern at the FBI may not have been the dream job, but it was going to look good on the resume and slowly but surely, she’d be able to climb the federal ladder.
“Garcia, do you have your debriefing paperwork?” Aaron Hotchner asked from his office door. Y/N’s attention focused to the Unit Chief of the BAU. The man had actually caught her attention since the minute she walked into the bullpen, his dark and stern gaze giving her goosebumps, the good kind.
A/N: The first in a new series based on @blessedbebucky ‘s Frank Sex Playlist…this is number one forAlina Baraz & Galimatias’Make You Feel. Even though these are technically a series, they’re gonna be more like snapshots, but for the same relationship…only this and the next are set back to back :) (i hope that makes sense…)
Summary: Early morning soft birthday sex with everyone’s favorite murdering psychopath.
Warnings: Extreme Fluff, also it’s basically all smut, start to finish, unprotected sex, Frank being a Sap
(also, the lack of Frank gifs out there is nothing short of heartbreaking)
A soft groan fills the quiet morning air around you as you stretch. You hum and blink against the harsh light
cutting through your open blinds, ignoring the grunt of protest from beside you
when you roll onto your back.
grunts again and moves from his side to his stomach, burying his face in your
neck. You laugh at his cuddly nature and
run a hand up his bare back and onto his head, scratching lightly at his
and arches into your hand, then starts to press small kisses on your neck. “G’mornin’, baby,” he mumbles, one of his hands
slipping under the sheet to trace the elastic of your underwear.
A/N: This is my first official fic for the Sanders Sides and I’m actually kinda proud of it. This is a random idea that came to me one day so I just decided to go for it.
Summary: Patton decides that Virgil should accompany Roman on an adventure so they can get along better.
Warnings: a bit of violence but I’m bad at writing action scenes so probably don’t worry about it
This was possibly the worst decision Virgil had ever made. He swallowed as Roman held out a spare sword and avoided eye contact as he grabbed the handle, almost dropping it at the sudden weight.
“If you can’t hold it then you can’t come.” Roman said as he turned around to grab his own.
“I didn’t even want to come.” Virgil mumbled low enough so the other couldn’t hear. Patton had decided that in order for the two to get along, they would need to spend more time together.
“Hey! Why don’t you tag along with Roman on one of his adventure things.” He had said.
“What? Why would I do that?” Virgil had refused. The topic was brought up several times more until he finally gave in, just to make Patton happy. Roman had agreed to take him, seeming actually excited to have a partner on his quest.
“Are you ready?” Roman brought him back to reality by snapping in his face, making him jump.
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
Roman was wearing his normal attire,but his sword was attached to his back and he had a satchel on his side filled with essentials like food, water, and bandages.
Virgil decided to leave his jacket behind so he didn’t overheat, since he was out of shape anyway and expected to be running quite a bit. The small sword Roman had given him was in a sheath now, hanging from his hip. He would never admit it, but why he would even need a sword somehow scared him. In no way could he fight.
Roman turned towards him and held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
Virgil inwardly cringed. “Come on man, if you’re gonna make this cheesy than I’m leaving.”
“Ugh just grab my hand.”
Virgil reluctantly reached out and placed his hand in the other’s. Roman tightened the grip suddenly, surprising him. Roman snapped his fingers, and the two of them were in the middle of a large field surrounded by a forest on all sides. In the distance Virgil could see a large castle, but upon further inspection, he noticed a large red dragon circling around it.
“Please tell me we’re not fighting that thing.”
“Of course not! That’s an adventure for another day. Today, we need to get rid of a troll that’s been terrorizing a nearby village.
Virgil let out an inaudible sigh of relief and followed Roman as he made his way in the direction of this so called village.
Contrary to where they normally lived, this place had a more calming atmosphere, and was covered in mountains and hills. Virgil followed directly behind Roman as they made their way through the thick forest. Roman would make seemingly random turns out of nowhere and Virgil was beginning to doubt his knowledge of the area. Just as he was about to ask if he even knew where he was going, they stepped out of the trees onto a trail.
“This way,” Roman headed up the trail without showing a hint of fatigue. On the other hand, Virgil had given up staying directly behind him and trudged tiredly behind while dragging his feet.
The trail went on and on in a straight line for what seemed like forever. It was a boring trail made out of dirt with few roots that would stick out of the ground, tripping Roman every time without fail, to Virgil’s amusement. After traveling for what seemed like forever, the leaves overhead began covering up the sun making it darker. Virgil began seeing faces in the trees and the path grew narrower and narrower until it felt like he was suffocating. At this he decided to finally break the silence.
“How long until we get there?” Virgil whined a bit more than he meant to with that sentence.
“It’s not much farther,” Roman paused to successfully step over a root, “There should be a river up ahead. Once we cross it the village should be right up ahead.”
“Aren’t trolls normally underneath bridges?”
“Did I say there was a bridge?”
“How are we supposed to cross the river?”
“You can swim, can’t you?” Virgil could hear the smirk in his voice and groaned in response.
Inevitably, they reached the river, and Virgil was relieved that it was smaller than he had imagined. Beyond it he could see a town of tiny buildings made of mostly wood and stone.
“Is that the village you were talking about?”
“Yup. The troll should be in there.” Roman began wading through the water and made it to the other side without the water going over his knees. “Are you coming?”
Virgil stood at the edge of the river and looked at the quickly flowing water. There were several rocks sticking out of it, and the mild rapids made his heart do flips. Once he stuck one foot in he quickly yanked it back out.
“It’s cold!” Virgil protested.
“Oh come on! What am I supposed to do about it?” Virgil only crossed his arms making Roman sigh in exasperation as he crossed back over. Without warning he picked Virgil up and swung him over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Virgil thrashed violently and kicked Roman in the gut several times.
“Do you want me to drop you in the water? Because I will do it.” Virgil groaned loudly and slumped his head down until he was dropped back on the ground.
“You’re welcome, Princess.” Roman said as he poured the water out of his shoes.
“Do not call me that!” Virgil glared angrily at him, but was secretly grateful he didn’t have to cross the river now. It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the village, but there wasn’t a single being in sight.
“You sure this is the right place Princey?” Virgil asked as he looked through a window.
“Yes I’m sure of it. I’m sure he’s around here some-” Roman was interrupted when he heard the uncharacteristically high pitched screech from Virgil. He came dashing from around a corner and ran behind him. Around the same corner a large green beast with large sharp teeth came running out. His large feet sounded like thunder as they hit the ground and they slid against the dirt as the troll came to a stop in front of him.
Roman drew his sword and pointed it towards the troll, while using his other arm to shield Virgil behind him. In response, Virgil only backed away from them altogether, letting them fight as he hid behind a stack of hay.
“Be gone you monster, or I shall have your head!” Roman shouted. The troll roared in return to the prince’s threat and swatted his hand at him. Roman dodged just in time, dashing to the right and sliced troll’s arm. The beast wailed in pain and turned around too quickly for him to react. It grabbed him with it’s giant green hands and threw him into a nearby house, knocking him unconscious.
Virgil gasped and watched as it lumbered over to finish the job. Virgil’s breath faltered and he felt faint. Now was not the time to be panicking. Without thinking he gripped the sword attached to his side. With one last yell he ran out of his hiding place, attracting as much attention to himself as possible. Before it could turn around, he jumped onto it’s back, plunging his sword into it, praying he had hit his heart.
The troll screamed in what seemed like agony as it tried to reach behind itself to hit him, but it just couldn’t reach. As it swerved around, Virgil held on tight with his eyes shut. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the troll finally hit the ground dead. He opened his eyes slowly and took deep breaths as reality began to sank in. He did it, he killed the troll, he saved Roman’s life.
Virgil sprung up and ran to the prince’s side. “Roman! Oh my God, are you okay?” Roman winced as he sat up but seemed to be fine.
“Hey, guess what.” Roman said in nearly a whisper.
“What is it.” Virgil braced himself for the worst.
“You’re a hero!” Virgil felt his whole world light up. He was a hero. For once he wasn’t a villain. “Well I mean, not as heroic as me, but you’ll get there.” Roman stood up and brushed the hair from his face.
“Oh shut up.” Virgil lightly shoved him, but he was still smiling, a rare sight in Roman’s case.
“Are you ready to head back?”
“Heck yeah!” As proud as Virgil was in himself, he really wanted to go home.
“Okay then. Let’s try this again,” Roman held out his hand like he had before, “Do you trust me.”
Virgil sighed, but grabbed his hand anyway. “Yeah, sure whatever.”
With a snap of the other’s fingers, they were back at the mind palace as if nothing had ever happened. Virgil sighed in relief at the familiar atmosphere in his room. Maybe Patton’s idea wasn’t so bad after all.
anon request: “can I request a fic wherein either jeff or the reader is sick? and the other has to take care of the sick one? thank youu“
warning(s): justfluff really,some swearing
word count: 2276 lmao i’m sorry i went kinda overboard
a/n: this is my first time writing a request so apologies if it isn’t tip-top, my dudes. i’ve tried to keep jeff in character but idk, i’ve just not had much to base him off so i’m not sure tbh. also, i’d love to hear some opinions/reviews so if you have any, please don’t hesitate to send them my way.
sorry anon, this took me a while but enjoy ━
requests are open again ppl
it was early saturday morning and you were just stirring awake from your peaceful night of netflix and chill (more like make out and chill) with liberty high’s star baseball player and your boyfriend of a few months, jeffrey atkins. his arm was slung loosely over your midriff, your fingers threaded in his, and you could feel his warm breath fanning the back of your neck from behind.
you noticed how his muscled front felt a little warmer than usual against your back but you didn’t pay it much thought. jeff was like a sauna and cuddling with him was the equivalent of cuddling a hot water bottle, albeit a giant, soft one that could cuddle you back.
you doubted if there was anything more perfect to wake up to but your satisfaction was washed away when it dawned upon you what was in store for you today– your first interview at a college. and this wasn’t just any college, it was one of the top colleges in the country, not to mention the one you had been working your ass off to get into for the past two/three years.
you were known to be very clever, a honor roll student at liberty now, but that hadn’t always been the case. getting into this college meant a lot as you had may sceptics, including yourself, to prove wrong.
with a sigh, you remove jeff’s hand from your body, careful not to wake him, and haul yourself to your feet. deftly slipping your bra on under one of his baseball shirts, which had been borrowed last night after a silly water fight that ensured while doing the dishes together, you headed towards the bathroom to get ready.
jeff was never getting the shirt back, not while it still smelled like him, anyway. he always complained that you stole his clothes, and you did, but you knew he actually liked seeing you in them.
returning shortly, fully dressed and prepped for the day, at least physically, you find jeff still fast asleep. you quirk an eyebrow; it was unlike him to stay asleep long after you woke up. hell, it was usually him that woke up first, proceeding to quietly play with your hair or gently stroke your face with the back of his hand while you pretended to be asleep to make the moment last, although you both knew you weren’t.
“jeff, baby, wake up.” you call out, crossing the room back over to the bed.
sitting down next to him, you gently rock him back and forth with a hand on his upper arm. “come on, sleeping beauty.”
the only response you receive is incoherent mumbling and with a slight chuckle to yourself, you place your hands on either side of his body and lean down for a good morning kiss. most ‘good morning kisses’ did tend to turn into heated make out sessions with you straddling his hips but, hey, you weren’t complaining.
however, just as your lips were about to meet, jeff quickly turns his head to the side and you end up kissing him on the cheek instead. pulling back, confused, almost hurt even, you cock your head at him with a questioning glance.
he didn’t want you to kiss him? was he mad at you? why on earth would he be mad?
he shakes his head, seeing the silent question in your eyes.
think i’m sick y/n and i don’t want you to catch it.”
when he speaks, it’s in a raspy voice as if getting just those few words was painful. you’re only relieved for a second before it gives away to worry for him. it was the first time either of you had gotten ill while you were dating so you didn’t really know what to do and you could feel yourself starting to panic.
pressing a hand to his forehead, the first thing your parents always did when you said you weren’t feeling well, you see that he does indeed have a temperature.
“you’re warm.” you mumble, concern laced in your voice.
it’s quiet for a while before you see determination slip into jeff’s eyes. he moves suddenly, using his bent arms as leverage to hoist himself into a sitting position, almost knocking you off his bed in the process. he quickly grabs you by the waist, pulling you up and steadying you.
be fine. go get your things ready, you’re going to be late otherwise.”
he was referring to the interview you had today, and of course he
was right, but you didn’t want to leave him when he was like this.
your apprehension, jeff begins, “don’t worry i can still
drive you there. i’ll be up in a se—“
“what?” you cut him off.
yes, the plan had been for him to drive you there, as you were yet to get your license, but making him do that when he was ill hadn’t even crossed your mind. in fact, you were rather pissed that he thought that’s what you were worried about.
christ jeff, how much of a selfish dick do you take me for? of course you aren’t
driving me there.” you huffed, angrily. “you aren’t going anywhere today.”
jeff’s lips tug themselves into a weak smile, a smile you knew was meant to reassure you. “i’m fine, y/n. i can drive us
there. trust me, i’m good.”
“oh yeah, sure, and i’m the queen of england.”
you try push him back down on the bed by his shoulders but to no avail. it looked as if he was going to insist on this one. however, you weren’t about to take any crap from your boyfriend. not today.
“don’t argue with me on this, atkins.” you warn. “lie down, now, because i swear i’ll tie you to the fucking bed if i have to.”
it was unlike you to be this aggressive or harsh, especially with jeff, but if this moron thought he was driving
you to an interview in his state, he really didn’t know a thing about you. also the selfless, yet clueless, behaviour was starting to grind on your nerves now and he too must’ve noticed this because he finally relented, laying down on his back.
“hold on, i’ll go get your mum.” you move away from him, leaving the bedroom.
don’t hesitate to speak to the woman whom you’ve come to know rather well and, in
seconds, she’s in a flurry of concern and worry for her baby boy. she jogs up
the stairs to his room with you not far behind, taking the steps two at a time.
his complains and protests that he was fine, mrs atkins manages to extract
enough information from jeff to conclude that he’s probably just got a cold.
you’re relieved that it’s nothing serious but you were hopelessly in love with jeff and it made your heart ache seeing him like this. jeff atkins, who normally had boundless
energy, trying to put up a strong front in order to not worry you or his mother.
atkins apologises, since she too knows about your interview, but asks nevertheless
whether you don’t mind waiting with jeff while she goes out to the pharmacy to
get some cold medicine. you agree at once. as much of a deal as that college was, jeff meant, and always would mean, far more to you.
jeff being jeff, constantly putting you first, regains his strength enough to argue that
you have to go.
“no, she can’t miss her interview, mom.”
for goodness sake, i really don’t care—“
he’s the one interrupting you now. “y/n please. you have to go.” he begs. “not that i need anyone to
stay with me but since you’re insisting, mom you can stay. i’ll just text clay
and ask him to pick up whatever you want for me. he was supposed to tutor me
this weekend anyway so he’s probably free.”
much was true. you weren’t much of an email checker and had only seen the email
from the college a few days ago though they’d sent it a while back. when you
told jeff about it, he didn’t think twice before asking clay to call a rain
check on their tutor sessions so that he could accompany you. you always found yourself doing these things together nowadays.
atkins seemed convinced. “ok, it seems like we have an alternative so i’ll
let you two decide on your own.” she offered you a smile before leaving the
once she was gone, you approach his bed and sit down with a small sigh. “i don’t want to leave you, jeff. i
“babe, i’m not upset. i want you to go.” he attempted to reassure you, squeezing one of your
hands in his. “i know how much getting in to (insert college name) means to you.”
you weren’t convinced. “you mean more. you’ll always mean more.”
that brought a smile to his face, crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes in affection. “fine. let’s put it this way then.” he began, bringing your hand up to his face to press a kiss to the back of it. “you know i’m going to hate myself if i make you miss that interview.”
he definitely wasn’t kidding there. jeff had the tendency to blame himself for things that weren’t in his power to control, and so weren’t his fault, in the first place. you
think for a while before answering. “alright, fine.” you sigh. “i’ll go.”
you.” he smiled. that perfect, toothy smile that always took your breath away. it still amazed you how such a genuinely good person could exist, and even more so how you had managed to make them fall in love with you.
“no, thank you.”
you squeeze a hand between his head and the pillow, bringing your head down to press your foreheads together. your other hand was still tightly clutched in his. “you have no idea how much i love you, jeffrey atkins.”
he pecks your nose affectionately, still smiling softly at you. “i
love you too, doll, but you’re going to get sick as well if you’re this close
don’t care. sick people need cuddles.”
feel bad if you get sick though.”
i feel bad that i’m leaving you when you’re like this.” you pause. “you just try to get
better now, yeah? i’ll be back as soon as possible.“
“jeff, i’m serious.”
“yeah, yeah, whatever.” he waves you off. “just go smash that interview. score me a home run.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at the corny use of baseball terminology; jeff was always doing that. shaking your head, you press your lips against his forehead.
“anything for you.”
three/four hours later and you were back from your interview, jogging down
jeff’s driveway to get to his front door. you had taken the bus since no one
was there to drive you and as far as you were concerned, the interview had gone
pretty well. not that you were too concerned about it in the first
place, still agonising about having to leave jeff when he needed you the most.
you knocked on the door, trying to be quiet, as you guessed that jeff was
probably asleep upstairs. your assumptions were confirmed when mrs atkins
opened the door, whispering to you that he had fallen asleep not long ago. you
also found out from her that clay had come over earlier, bringing along the
things from the convenience store that she had asked him to bring.
yourself, you tiptoe up the stairs and open the door to his room, all the while
being as quiet as you possibly could be. the sight of your boyfriend, laying on
his side, dozing softly, brings a smile to your face. quiet snores fill the
he looks to be in a much better state than you left him in. you carefully
slip under the covers beside him, placing a hand on the back of his head to
pull him in to your chest. you’ve dozed off, still smiling, before you know it.
in that weird state of consciousness between being asleep and being awake when
you feel a hand gently rocking you as a familiar voice repeats your name, over
you ignore it at first but open your eyes at the persistence of the
voice. “y/n? what are you doing?” the voice asks and suddenly, it all comes back to
you reply simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, staring
blankly at jeff.
going to get sick. i told you not to get too close.”
have to try a little harder that that if you want to keep me away, babe.”
you looked adorable, sleeping there like that. how could i resist?”
not sweet-talking your way out of this.”
i think i will.” you grinned, pulling him towards you before he could reply so that your bodies were
pressed flush against each other. jeff knew you too well
to think that anything he could possibly say would dissuade you from cuddling
with him right now.
you heard him sigh in defeat, mumbling something about how
much trouble you were. he can’t have been that annoyed though, as he wrapped
both arms around your body to draw you close and tangled his legs with yours,
burrowing his face into your neck.
A/N: Sorry that i’ve been so absent lately but I’ve been focusing on myself a little more since it was preatty necessary but I really try to write as fast and good as possible i promisee
Request: Hey I love your
writing and I was wondering if you could please write a Montgomery imagine
where he has a secret crush on you and asks you to go to prom with him. And
even though you have nothing in common since you are the shy and qiuet books
and band loving geek you agree to go with him and it’s just really cute and
lots of fluff! Please
and thank you so much
some quiet time you thought by yourself when you entered the library. To be
honest it was your favourite place of the whole school. It was quiet and you
felt like all those popular kids who judged you all the time would never step
foot in there so you were safe. You sat yourself down picked out the books you
needed, plugged your earphones in and in a matter of time you were sucked in
your cloud of concentration and solving your math and statistics problems like
they were nothing. Suddenly you were woken up from problem 8c by someone who
sat down next to you with a lot of noise. When you looked up you were shocked
to see Montgomery de la Cruz sit next to you. You were probably staring
awkwardly when you saw confusion come on his face.
this place was free, is it not maybe?” he said looking around already searching
for a new spot.
yeah it’s free.” You said awkwardly fast and stuttering. Your safe spot wasn’t
a safe spot anymore you thought by yourself. As much as you hated to admit it
the library was also you hiding place from Montgomery. You hated jocks, you
really really did, but Montgomery had something, he had something that made you
blush, something that made your knees weak and made you stare awkwardly cause
you couldn’t get your eyes of him. But the past months you had caught him
already staring when you were going to and now he was sitting here next to you
looking like a god.
you studying?” he suddenly asked bringing you out of your thoughts for the
statistics, I’m at problem 8c, it’s about hypothese testing.”
“Oh what a
coincidence I just have this hypotheses and I’ve been thinking about it a
really long time now and I really need to know the possibility from it. Can you
maybe help me?”
What is it?” you said while taking a fresh sheet of paper.
“So if I
would ask you to prom what is the possibility you are going to say yes?” you
were focusing on your paper to write the details down when you fastly looked
back up. You immediately started to look around.
they? Is this a joke? How much are you getting if I say yes?”
chill. I promise you this is not a joke or a bet or anything like that. I
honestly like you.” Montgomery said while laying his hand on yours making your heart almost
jump out of your chest. You always wondered how his touch would feel. His hand
was big covering yours completely, they were warm and his palms even were a
little sweaty. Was he nervous? You were staring at his hand on yours.
“So are you
so.” You said with some hesitation
That was 5
weeks ago and now here you were standing in your room in front of your mirror. You
chose a red dress with cross over on the back showing mostly all of your back,
you took your sisters black strap on heels and channel purse and also some
earrings that matched. Your hair was in loose long curls and you had a dark
smokey eye as make up and for the first time in 18 years you went with lenses
instead of your glasses. You were checking every detail a last time when you
heard the doorbell ring. You walked out of your room to hear Montgomery talk to
your mom. He was telling such sweet things about you it made you calm down
immediately, you were mostly calmed down by the softness of his voice but he
also made your heart melt a little by the compliments. You were starting to
walk down slowly when his gaze suddenly met yours. Montgomery was wearing a
plain black suit with a with button down, the first 2 buttons still open. He
had this small red rose in his pocket matching the colour of your dress
perfectly. He checked you out from head to toe, his mouth agape. You finally
got down and stood in front of him.
ready to go?” you asked with a small smile, Montgomery was still stunned by
absolutely mind blowing.” He said.
“The boy is
right about that sweetheart. Have a fun night and stay as long as you want just
keep me up to date.” Your mom said. The time went by fast and you were having
the time of your life. You were dancing like you never danced before and by the
looks Montgomery was giving you you weren’t bad at it, at all. Through out the
night you became aware of Monty coming closer and closer to you but you didn’t
mind. Suddenly the Dj started to play a slower song. Like a real gentleman
Montgomery picked your hand and asked you to dance with him. You blushed a
little before you nodded affirmatively. You laid your arms around his neck
while he pulled you closer, his hands on your lower back. You were on cloud
nine enjoying every second when Montgomery whispered in your ear.
somewhere more quiet.” You heard before he took your hand and guided you out. You
were confused at first but you decided to just go with the flow tonight and see
where the night brought the two of you. You were walking towards his car.
we going?” you asked
see.” Montgomery said before he got in himself and started the car. After a
short drive of 20 minutes Monty stopped the car on a dark place and helped you
out of the car since it was a little hard with your heels. Before you could ask
something Montgomery told you to jump on his back and walked with you through
some bushes, making sure you wouldn’t get a single scratch on your legs. When you
finally got through, what felt like a jungle, you were looking at the most
beautiful view you had ever seen. You were looking over the whole town, with
all the beautiful city lights shimmering and the stars shining above you, you
were mesmerised when you suddenly heard music play again.
continue our dance here?” Montgomery said while walking closer to you.
all the way here to continue our dance?” you asked while laying your arms gain
around his neck followed by his hands on your lower back.
“Yeah I kind
of was done with all these guys eyeing you up and down, you’re my date not
were y/n.” You giggled at Montgomery’s response blushing a little and looking
at the ground.
have any idea how cute you are when you giggle like that?”
“You know I
can only handle a certain amount of compliments per day, you’re already way
over that limit.”
me shut up.” Montgomery said confident. You were caught a little by his smoothness
and looked with wide eyes in his beautiful brown eyes. You smiled softly before
Montgomery cupped your face with both hands and slowly brought your lips closer
to his. When your lips finally met his it felt like 10 000 fireworks went
off and not just butterflies but a full zoo was released in your belly making
you smile against his lips. Suddenly Montgomery picked you up and spinned you
around after breaking the kiss.
made me the happiest person alive, I’ve been waiting for this for 6 months
feeling is mutual.” You said before kissing him again, you tasted him once and
you already couldn’t get enough of Montgomery de la Cruz.
The thing is, when somebody goes away, they’re still very much here.
Nico would like to say that he can think about his sister without this weird, empty ache taking place in that place inside of his ribcage. It squeezes his heart and makes his ribs shake. It hurts.
Hurts more than battle scars, werewolf scratches, monster dust sprinkling against your skin and the realisation that I just killed something and the other realisation that something was trying to kill me. Again. Hurts more than wars and broken bodies and someone never loving you back. Even more than surrounding yourself with ghosts because spirits must accept you more than the living ever will.
7. Yeah, you’re a horrible liar 8. Does this mean no cuddles?
You were just about to drift off to sleep when you hear it, a rustling noise. You peek your head out the top of the duvet, looking round the darkened room. Nothing to be seen, just the curtain billowing softly, maybe you left the window open? But that means… if you left the window open, someone could sneak in. You glance across to shawn, sleeping peacefully before closing your eyes again. Settling back into the bed and listening to his reassuring breaths, trying desperately to match their pace.