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They’re kind of assholes - Superboy x Reader (Batsis)

This is kind of a part two of “You’re kind of an asshole”, the aftermath of it all. Like now, Conner and the reader (Batman’s daughter) professed their love for each other, and it’s not to everyone’s taste. Not to name anyone but…Bruce and Clark are not ok with this. Anyway, hope you’ll like it : 

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Batman was not happy. Not happy at all.

Superman either actually. 

They were both sitting at a table in the Watchtower’s common room, sulking and brooding (when Diana asked what was happening to Clark, as she was used to Broody Bruce, he just groaned in return and she kinda just understood that this was about you and the boy). With a scoff and a sip of his coffee, your father says : 

-This isn’t going to work.

-I know, it’s too weird. 

-I caught him in her room a few nights ago, God only know what would have happened if I didn’t came in when I did. 

-Oh please, no details. We’re talking about your daughter, whom I consider my dear niece, and my…clone. It’s just too weird ! 

-Yeah well you would be even more weirded out if you had caught them making out on her desk ! 

-Bruce, stop. Seriously. This is making me uncomfortable. 

-And you think I’m comfortable with this ? Because if you do you’re wrong. I hate it. It’s my little girl we’re talking about ! 

Diana, who was coming back from the coffee machine with a warm cup, cannot help herself and has to say : 

-You are aware that you’re daughter is an adult right ? And that when Dick started to date Barbara you didn’t say anything, even though she’s older than him. Or when Jason or Tim st…

-I know she’s an adult ! That’s the problem ! She’s growing up too fast ! And it’s not the same than with the boys…

Diana loses her amused grin, and with a very serious expression, stare at the Bat and says :

-Oh ? And how is it different ? Because she’s a girl you have to protect her more ? Or she can’t go out because of her sex ? By Hades Bruce I thought you were more open minded than that ! 

Your father just looks away and grumbles an answer no one understands. 

He knows it’s ridiculous. He knows he shouldn’t be worried, as he knows that Conner is a good man. He knows you’re an adult and are capable of taking your own decisions but…you’re also his little girl. And he doesn’t actually have a good excuse as to why he wants to protect you more dating wise than his sons…Even though Dick is the one that always end up falling in love way too fast and having his heart broke ! 

In front of him, Clark doesn’t hold Diana’s gaze either (neither him or Bruce would dare to, and besides, when she was annoyed like that, it was better to just look away and shut up), but he has the same thoughts than his friend. He wants to protect you, and for some reasons, deep down, he just can’t find the strength to trust Conner, even though the boy proved himself worthy multiple times…

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Hey!!

Finally I’ve finished the fic based on Friday’s clip and I’ve continued till next saturday. 

This isn’t probably my best fic but as you know I haven’t had the best of days lately

Sorry for the mistakes in the texts!

But I really hope you like it!!

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FRIDAY

Yousef didn’t want to film that video, he didn’t want to be there. Sana’s text cancelling their…date?…had left him devastated. The last thing he wanted was to run into her at her house. He didn’t know how to act around her, he wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted.

At least he had convinced the boys to film outside. They all knew what had happened, they had pretty much guessed it after he had spent weeks in a bad mood. Elias had been the first one to confront him, to ask him why he was acting like that. Saying that he was surprised when Yousef told him that he liked his sister would be lying. And not only Elias, apparently all of his friends already knew that Yousef liked Sana and after he told him what had happened they had sat him down to give him tips about how to flirt with a girl. The problem was, how can you flirt with a girl that doesn’t want to see you?

They were on the middle of filming a video outside the Bakkoush’s. They had been teasing him nonstop about not wanting to film inside, they had even said it on camera even though Mikael had promised to cut that part before posting the video. They were talking about spinners when he phone rang. When he saw the name on the screen his heart skipped a beat and his lips curved into a smile. He tried to keep the phone away from Elias’ sight but Mikael had already told him. He stood up before answering the call, there was no way he was going to talk to Sana in front of her friends.

He sat on the stairs and answered the call. She asked him if he wanted hang out and he couldn’t be happier. At first he teased her saying that he had other plans but he couldn’t keep the joke for long and ended blurting out that he would meet her whenever he want. Yeah, Yousef trying not to sound desperate? Wasn’t working. They agreed on meeting each other an hour and a half later. That meant he had time but there was no way he was staying there. He went back to his friends and sat as if nothing had happened. Of course, all of his friends asked him what she had said, he tried to act cool as if his heart wasn’t pounding in his chest and he wasn’t about to faint. To avoid his questions he just stood up and left, he had a lot to do before the…date?.

 -X-

Of course Elias wasn’t going to let him leave that easy. Yousef hadn’t taken more than 10 steps when he got to him.

“Hey! You can’t leave like that”

“Elias I have things to do before…”

“Before your date with my sister?”

“I don’t know if it’s a date…” Yousef said kind of disappointed

“Believe me, it is. I know my sister. And just because I know my sister I need to tell you this man…be careful”

“Of course! I would never do anything to make her uncomfortable, you know me Elias” Yousef said offended

“I’m not talking about that, I know you would never hurt her…I’m talking about you, be careful with yourself Yousef. My sister…she likes you, I know she does but I also know that she has a lot of doubts because you’re not…”

“Muslim?”

“Exactly”

“Yeah…Look Elias, I know me and Sana, we’re not the easiest relationship there is and in the end it’s her decision if she wants to give me a chance, but I have to try, I need to try”

“I just don’t want any of you to be hurt”

“I know man, and thank you for that” Yousef said hugging his friend

“And I swear if you overstep I’m going to kill you” Elias warned him

 -X-

He walked, ran, to his house after his conversation with Elias. As soon as he entered he went straight to the kitchen and started to look in the fridge.

“Yousef? What are you doing?” he heard her mom saying as she entered the kitchen

“Ah! Mom, you’re just who I was looking for. Is there something to eat?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course there is”

“Yeah, but I mean, is there something nice? Like for example…is there any soup? You know my favorite one, the one with carrots” he smiled as he said the last word

“Do you want it now?” her mom asked frowning

“No, I need it like in an hour, less than an hour actually”

“I can make it in half an hour but Yousef what’s going on?”

“I…I kind of…have a date” he said blushing

“A date? With who? Do I know her?”

“It’s…Sana”

“Bakkoush?”

“Do I know any other Sana?” he chuckled

“So you’re finally going on a date with Sana, good”

“Finally?”

“I mean, I’m your mother Yousef, I know you’ve had a crush on her since you met her”

“Am I that obvious?” Yousef said brushing his hair with his fingers

“You are to me.” She said smiling “So the soup…”

“It’s for Sana. She’s fasting and we’ll be together when she breaks her fast so I want to bring food for her”

Her mom just looked at him with a huge smile on her face

“What?” he asked frowning

“I’m just proud of you” she said “Now let’s make the girl some soup”

He kissed his mother’s cheek and went to his room, he had to take a shower and choose what he was wearing, this was his big day and he had to look nice.

 -X-

It was a date. It was definitely a date. He had said that word and Sana hadn’t corrected him. He had been so nervous at first but as soon as Sana and him had started talking everything just felt right. He was proud of making her laugh, and oh how much he liked hearing her laugh, he had acted like a dork sometimes but who was he kidding? That’s what he was, that’s Yousef, and Sana really seemed to enjoy it.

Now they were sitting eating the soup and talking about deep stuff. Sana had told him that she had been bullied in school and his heart had literally broken. Sana, his Sana, didn’t deserve any of that, she deserved to be happy, she deserved to smile every day of her life. When the topic changed into religion Yousef was a little scared that that might be the end of them. They had different opinions on the issue and as much fun as Sana seemed to have had during the day he knew that him not being muslim was still a big no-go for her. He tried to ease the tension by quoting her from the last time  they had been like this, alone and opening up to each other, but of course him being the silly boy he was had quoted her wrong but at least that had made her laugh so his heart felt warm.

“But if you ever stop believing in God, you’re welcome to my religion. The big revue party religion” he said smiling to her

“I don’t really know” she said thinking “Is it okay to marry non-religious people in your religion?”

Was she asking what he thought she was asking?

“Yeah, that’s totally chill” he answered

“I wish it was chill in my religion too” she almost whispered

Was she really considering it?

“Why? Are you going to marry a non-religions man?” his hear beat fast as he waited for her answer

“Yeah, maybe” she said smiling at him

“Who?”

Maybe he was pushing too far but he needed to know, he needed the confirmation

“Stephen Curry” she laughed

“Wow, Big man” he laughed too.

Stephen Curry, that was the confirmation he needed.

“We’re going to make a basketball team together” she said

He smiled to himself, she remembered their conversation.

“You are? Six kids then, maybe?”

“Yeah”

“Okay”

There was silence for a moment, they were both letting the words sink, Sana had pretty much admitted that she was thinking about giving him a chance.

“So when are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow morning” he said upset, for a moment he had forgotten that he had to leave her the following day “But I’ll be back…when you’re over Stephen Curry”

I’ll be back, please wait for me, was what he wanted to say.

“Okay”

I’ll wait for you, she meant.

 -X-

As they stood up to leave Sana did something that he wasn’t expecting. She stood on tip-toes and hugged him placing her arms around his neck. He immediately hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. If Yousef had to name the best moment of his life, it would be this, having Sana in her arms, knowing that deep down she felt the same as he did

“I’ll be back” he whispered

“I’ll miss you” she whispered back

“I’ll miss you too”

 -X-

The walk home was silent for the most part, neither of them wanted to break the beauty of the moment. As they reached Sana’s house they stood outside her front door.

“This is it” Sana said

“I guess…I guess it’s time to say goodbye”

“Yeah…” Sana said her eyes tearing up a little.

“I don’t want to go” he said in a low voice

“And I don’t want you to go” she admitted “But you have to…and I’ll be here when you come back”

“Will you?”

She nodded

“Just in case I wasn’t clear tonight…I like you Yousef”

“God, I like you too Sana” he said sighing in relief as he took a step forward.

“You have to promise me that you will text me” she said “because if you don’t maybe I’ll get together with Stephen Curry while you’re gone”

“I’ll make sure to text you then” he chuckled

His smiled faded as he leaned closer to her, his eyes on hers. He moved closer and closer as slow as he could so she could stop him whenever she wanted. But she didn’t stop him. She just nodded slightly and closed her eyes. Yousef cupped her face with his hands and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye Sana” he whispered as he pulled away to look at her

“Goodbye Yousef” she said looking right back at him

 -X-

He kept tossing and turning on his bed unable to sleep. He had to get up in a few hours but he just couldn’t relax. He kept repeating the evening in his mind, bit by bit, still unsure if it had been a dream or if it had been true. He took his phone from his bedside table and opened Sana’s conversation. Maybe he could send her a text and she would read it in the morning.

Before he could even decide what he was going to write he saw the three dots that indicated that Sana was in fact writing to him.

 

Sana Bakkoush: Thanks for tonight Yousef. I hope Turkey is awesome and that no swans eat you up

Yousef Acar: Hahaha. Same.

Yousef Acar: Are there even swans in Turkey?

Yousef Acar Fuck. I can’t sleep

Yousef Acar: I have to get up in three hours

Yousef Acar: I’m just thinking about you getting together with Stephen Curry this summer

Yousef Acar: Please don’t do that…

Please, please, please wait for me, please he meant.

Sana Bakkoush: Hahaha

Sana Bakkoush: Ok, promise ♥

Yousef Acar:

She had texted him first, she had sent him a heart. Yes, it had definitely been the best day of this life.


SATURDAY MORNING

Sana woke up late the following day, she hadn’t really slept during the night thinking about Yousef. Her heart hurt because he was leaving but at the same time she felt so happy after what had happened the day before. They had finally talked, they had finally admitted their feelings and she would be waiting for him when he’d come back.

“Good morning, sis” Elias said as Sana entered the living room where he was editing some videos

“Good morning” she greeted him with a huge smile

“So, how was your date?”

He told you?”

“Of course he told me, I’m his best friend and you’re my sister. I had to give him the talk and all” Elias said

“The talk?” Sana rolled her eyes at him and sat down next to him

“You know, if you hurt my sister I’m going to kill you and so on”

“Should I say thank you for threatening my…?” she stopped mid sentence not sure of how to name Yousef

“Your…boyfriend, maybe?” Elias asked

“He’s not my boyfriend” Sana said blushing

“Yet” he winked at her

Sana chuckled and shook her head.

“Seriously Sana, was it good?” he asked more serious this time

“It was, it really was. We talked about everything and we…we agreed to wait for each other until he comes back”

“And about him not being muslim?”

Sana sighed and shrugged

“I don’t know how that’s going to work out to be honest” she said “But I’m willing to find out”

“Everything will be okay, you two are the most amazing people I know, you’ll make it work” he said as he put his arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you Elias” she said smiling

“Hey, if you’re happy, I’m happy remember?”


SATURDAY AFTERNOON (SANA’S PHONE)

SATURDAY EVENING (SANA’S PHONE)

Sana had a huge smile on her face after watching the video Isak had sent her. Seeing Yousef so happy when she had called him warmed her heart. And seeing all the boys teasing him made her laugh a lot. It was time to make the boy suffer.


SUNDAY

MONDAY

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY


SATURDAY

Sana walked around her backyard contemplating all of her friends and family, even her parents and Jamilla were there. They were all there, all talking to each other, listening to some music, just being happy.

It felt so good having them there, even though there was someone missing but she didn’t want to think about it, she didn’t want to get sad about Yousef not being there. Today was a day to celebrate, to be happy.

“Sana! Herregud you look so great!” Vilde said approaching her and giving her a hug “Pink is totally your color”

“Thank you Vilde you look so pretty too”

“I just wanted to say thank you for this, it’s really nice of you that you planned all of this for us” she said as Noora, Eva and Chris approached them

“I’m just really happy you’re all here” Sana said smiling

“All?” Noora asked with a sad face

“Yeah…someone is missing…but I can’t do anything about it” Sana said shrugging

“What if you could?” Chris asked

“Chris, he’s in Turkey. Besides I don’t want to be all sad about it”

“So if there was a way for him to be here you wouldn’t take it?” Eva asked smiling

“Of course, but that’s not happening” Sana said rolling her eyes

“Are you sure?” Vilde said biting her lip

Just as Vilde was finishing her sentence something caught Sana’s attention. The door that led to the backyard opened and no other than Yousef Acar came out of it.

Sana felt as though time has stopped. He walked down the stairs and started to look around, clearly looking for someone, but the way he did it, Sana felt like he was doing it in slow motion.

She noticed the exact moment his eyes found hers.

As soon as Yousef laid eyes on Sana his heart skipped a beat, he had never seen her so beautiful, and Sana was always beautiful. He had tried to make a cool entrance but as soon as he saw her he completely froze and stopped on his spot in the middle of the backyard, too taken aback to even make a move. He saw her smiling and making her way towards her. The time stopped and it was like she was walking on slow motion.

“Yousef, what are you doing here?!” she exclaimed as she got to him

He only looked at her in awe, his mouth slightly parted.

“Yousef?” she frowned

“Huh?” he said shaking his head to focus “I’m sorry it’s just…you look fucking beautiful Sana”

Sana smiled at him and blushed.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Turkey”

“I told you I’d come back when you were over Stephen Curry didn’t I?” he said smirking at her

Sana smiled widely and stood in tiptoes to give him a hug just like she had the last time she had seen him. Yousef wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.

“But what about Turkey?” she asked

“It’s always going to be there, I can always come back. But every moment I spend with you is unique and I wouldn’t change that for anything.” he said looking at her eyes tenderly “Besides, I think my family is going to be quite happy now that they don’t have to listen to me talking about you the whole day”

Sana laughed loudly and shook her head.

“I’m so happy you’re here, now I’m truly surrounded by all the people I care about” she said

She looked around and her eyes stopped on her mom who was watching them. Sana’s smiled faded for a moment, unsure of her mother’s reaction. Mamma Bakkoush looked at her daughter, then at Yousef and then back at her daughter. She smiled at them as a way to say “If it’s what makes you happy, I’m okay with it”. Sana smiled back at her and turned to face Yousef once more. He was grinning at her, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Life was good, it was definitely good.

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Prompts:

I know you’re really occupied but could you write something about today’s clip? Like their thoughts during it and a continuation (Yousef waking Sana home). Please please please! Thank you so much in advance! By the way that clip was the end of me!!!

If you are accepting prompts - could you write a continuation of today’s scene including what Yousef said to Sana when they hugged? Pretty please?

Promt: Please write something with Yousef writing Sana tomorrow before he leaves and says thank you for yesterday and him needing to make a plan to scare that basketball guy away from her, or something like that.

Hi! Could you write a fic about today clip from Yousef’s point of view? How excited he was after he got Sana’s call, how he asked his mon for soup, how he walked Sana home and maybe, just maybe decided to change the date of his ticket..?;)

i have a prompt request for you based of the last clip that i loved : yousef mom catching him putting the soup in the bowls which lead him to talking about sana and his feelings for her to his mom :’)

please please pLEASE write a fanfic off of todays clips

omg i hope this isn’t too much to ask but will you be writing a fic of today’s clip ? i’d literally be double fed haha i always read your fics when i have a depressive episode and they make me feel better and alive thank you

Heey, I have a prompt 4 u!! We skip ahead to August when Yousef returns from Turkey and he meets Sana for the first time since he left. Something where they’re both really goofy with each other like we saw in the clip, because that is seriously what I live for <33  (I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for sorry)

Hi! If it’s not much bother to you, could you write something about yesterday’s clip like how the night ended, what happened after the hug, what Yousef said in her ear, Yousef waking her home, them thinking about each other and finally the text conversation… I know it’s a lot but I would love to see it written by you, I really loved this clip!

Hey! I know maybe it’s too much but could you also write about Yousef asking her mother for her soup so he can take food to Sana? You can include it in your oneshot or if you want to just write a little drabble… thank you in advance!

Please in your fic about yesterday could you include what you think they said to each other (that we didn’t see) and Yousef walking Sana home in the end? Thanks!

Prompt: isak getting the notification and watching the latest hei briskeby video with sana in biology class. (I know this isn’t what you asked for sorry)

Prompt: Elias asking Sana how her date went. ❤️ Hope you feel better.

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This is it!!

I hope you’ve liked it!

Thank you all so much for reading and I’m sorry for the wait!

Truth And Dare

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “32 - Montgomery de la Cruz”

Prompt:

32. I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I’m showing them to you.”

Word count: 1.482

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Guys, I definitely need more Montgomery gifs! I honestly don’t like repeating the gifs that I use in my imagines, but I need to when it comes to Monty. :(
Anyways, I hope that you like it and I am writing more imagines soon. I am still drowning in requests, but I hope to finish them soon. Wish me luck! I hope you enjoy guys. Thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list


“Truth or dare, (Y/N)?” Montgomery naughtily asked you as he had a meaningful and devilish smirk on his face. You knew that you would regret either of your choices, so you answered without thinking.

“Truth.” You blurted out, a little bit nervous but convinced of your choice. Everyone had their drinks and the alcohol was about to kick in and control your minds. With your friends, you would never know what your truth or dare would be. They are all goofballs and they would come up with the most idiotic ideas ever.

You loved your circle of friends, they were your anchors and you could always count on them. They were also fun to be with, so when they decided to do a huge sleepover at Bryce’s, you accepted immediately.

“No fun!” Justin mocked you and the whole group laughed. You playfully slapped Justin on his arms and he just laughed louder. He was surely drunk, because the joy that he was feeling was overflowing. You would never see a sober Justin in that way.

“(Y/N), have you already forgotten your ex-boyfriend?” Montgomery seriously asked and the loud chaos of your friends suddenly died. You furrowed your eyebrows because why would Montgomery ask you something like that? The group was having fun and he would blurt a serious question out. Your long distance ex-boyfriend wasn’t even a topic to discuss about, since they didn’t know anything about him.

“Oh.” Alex reacted and you noticed that your friends knew that something strange was happening. Montgomery might have some secrets, but sometimes they couldn’t keep them for himself.

“Why would you ask?” You asked back as your vision kind of blurred your friends out. Your eyes were focused on Montgomery and you could perfectly see his poker and serious face.

“It’s your truth, not mine. No returning questions.” He then smirked as everything went back to normal. Your friends waited for your answer and your just rolled your eyes as the music in the background kept on going.

“Yes, I forgot him.” You honestly answered. It has been two months since you discovered that he was cheating on you and you trusted him so much that he managed to crush your vulnerable soul. It wasn’t a hard truth, but your curiosity started to dominate your brain. Why would Montgomery be this interested in your love life?

“Can I see some pictures of him? I never saw him.” Jessica blurted out and the crowd started to tease Montgomery. You couldn’t understand anything and you assumed that it was just because of the alcohol. “Do you still have them?”

“No way!” You harshly shook your head as you answered Jessica’s request. You never showed them your photos with him, neither you told them any information about him. Why they would be this interested when everything between you has already been broken? “I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I am showing them to you.” You’ve met him different times and you admitted that you really made the most of it by taking some photos together, also to remember your moments together.

“Why? I suppose that he was ugly!” Montgomery insulted your ex-boyfriend, showing his bitterness and your friends chuckled. You rolled your eyes, because Montgomery was starting to annoy you.

“Well, I can assure you that he wasn’t.” You smirked at him as a bright idea came into your mind. “Are you jealous, Monty, my love?” You smirked at him and you tried to pull out your most flirtatious voice. After all, Montgomery was a flirt too and he would just spend his time flirting and teasing people.

“I’m surely not, (Y/N).” It was his turn to roll the eyes this time and you just let out some soft giggles. Your friends laughed as they enjoyed the scene that you created.

“Save your love confessions for later, love birds.” Sheri teased you as she assumed that there was some sort of love interest between you and Montgomery.

You grabbed the bottle to continue the game and spun it. You carefully watched the bottle as it started to slow its spinning. You were curious at first, but then you were shocked as the cap of the bottle indicated Montgomery.

“Truth or Dare, de la Cruz?” You smirked at him as the people around you hollered. They were idiots and loud. You thanked the thick walls of Bryce’s house, at least, the neighbourhood would never hear your racket.

“Dare!” Montgomery fearlessly answered and you saw Justin’s smirk grew slowly. You wondered your eyes around and you saw your friends smirking playfully.

“Oh, oh! I know a dare.” Justin hyperactively shook your arm as he wanted to dare Montgomery.

“Dude, this is my dare!” You playfully slapped his arm and he just shook his head while he laughed.

“You wouldn’t regret this!” Justin assured you and you just sighed as you assumed that he would ask Montgomery to do something disgusting and heavy.

“Foley, let her be!” Montgomery said with his eyes wide opened. You could say that he might have hinted what Justin’s dare would be.

“Go on, Justin!” Zach cheered for his best friend as they pushed them to blurt the dare out. You rolled your eyes and you gave them a pouty face.

“Monty, I dare you,” Justin slurred as he continuously laughed. “to kiss the most beautiful girl here in our group.”

“Justin, seriously?” You glared at him as you thought that he wasted your only chance to dare Montgomery.

“Seriously!” Justin smiled and he encouraged Montgomery to follow what he has ordered him to do.

Montgomery sighed and you understood that he found the dare lame. After all, he was an adventurous and fearless man. He would do everything to live his life at its fullest and you got along together because of it. He was also caring and overprotective when it came to you, a thing that you absolutely found strange because he was tough and touchy when it came to someone else.

“Go on, Monty!” Zach cheered for him and the group has started to shout his name to encourage him.

There were only three girls in your group: Jessica, Sheri and you. You totally excluded yourself from his choices, since you didn’t consider yourself to be one of Montgomery’s dream girls.

“Fine!” He groaned as he stood up from his seat. He slowly walked in the middle of the circle as he carefully thought of his decision. “No offense, okay?”

“I know, Monty!” Jessica answered and she winked at him. Montgomery then chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

You absentmindedly followed Montgomery’s steps, but you suddenly shook your head as you saw him lowering himself in front of you.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Montgomery just shrugged everything off. He raised his shoulders and you heard your friends teasing the two of you.

“I think you are the most beautiful girl in this group.” Montgomery smiled as he relaxed his tensed body. He slowly leant in to give you a kiss, not minding what your friends were blabbering about. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You felt some sparks through your veins as Montgomery’s lips touched yours. You didn’t expect that he would choose you and why would he even choose you? Did he also say that he loved you? Of course, he did and you really didn’t know what to think about it. When you heard his little confession, you felt your heart beating madly and you did your best to deal with it as your lips moved in synch, tilting your heads in different directions as you deepened the kiss.

“Why is that?” You whispered to Montgomery as soon as you broke the kiss between the two of you to breathe. You slowly opened your eyes and Montgomery’s blushing cheeks were revealed, coping up with his fast heart beat too.

“I didn’t choose truth, (Y/N). Wait for your next turn.” He said, while a wide grin was growing on his face. He was a tease and you knew that he would always be one. You shook your head and you giggled, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You were annoyed, but you knew that it wouldn’t last because you would always forgive him and you couldn’t keep your anger when it came to Montgomery.

Little did you know that he was the one who helped you to move on. He was the one who cured your broken heart, when your ex-boyfriend has cheated on you.

To make the long story short: Montgomery helped you to pick up the little fragments of your heart and he had the patience to repair them one by one.

It was funny, because it took you a truth and a dare to understand everything, a truth and a dare to open your eyes and to realize that you loved him back.


sirikenobi167  asked:

How would you describe Dean and Castiel's relationship over the course of the seasons? (and how did it evolve?) I've been thinking about this a bit over the last few days (my current headcanon is that Castiel fell in love with Dean somewhere in season 6, and Dean fell in love with Castiel in season 8).

Hi, dear! Wow. This is a very interesting and challenging question. I hope I can do it justice. Buckle up because this is gonna be a hell of a long post! I’ll give you my interpretation in the most canonical way possible.

In season 4, Dean and Castiel were reluctant allies. They weren’t friends, at least not at first. But this was the season Cas started to see for himself that Dean was a good man and that Heaven wasn’t pure anymore. Finding out that some of his brothers and sisters had been corrupted and seeing Dean trying to do the right thing made Cas have even more doubts and questions than he already had on his own. This was the season when Cas’ superiors began to question his sympathies because he was getting too close to Dean and was starting to express emotions (doorways to doubt). I don’t think that means Cas was falling in love with Dean or anything like that. I think Cas started to consider Dean more righteous than Heaven, and therefore, his obedience to Heaven could falter, which actually happened. Dean, on the other hand, had problems to believe in angels and hated the guts of Castiel at the beginning. He couldn’t understand why or how he was rescued by an Angel of the Lord, and he definitely didn’t want to do Heaven’s bidding. It was this season when Dean started to realize that Cas was different, that deep down he cared, that he was not a “hammer” because he questioned his orders and even disobeyed Heaven to help him (in 4x18). This was the season when Cas first rebelled against Heaven even after he was dragged back to “Bible camp” (and we learned four seasons later that brainwashing and resetting an angel was a cruel and painful procedure). This was the season Dean started to see they were really making the story up as they went.

In season 5, Dean and Castiel became friends. Cas rebelled against Heaven for Dean (and Sam). He did his best to keep Dean and Sam away from the other angels who just wanted them to say yes to Michael and Lucifer. This was the season when they went from allies to friends. Dean and Cas helped each other in their missions, reluctantly, but they did. Dean helped Cas in his search for God; Cas helped Dean when trying to kill Lucifer with the Colt. Both missions failed horribly, both of them thought the other’s plan was pointless, but they helped anyway. This was the season when Dean got sent to 2014 and realized that his fucked-up, poisonous self could destroy even an angel like Cas. This was when he realized Cas would follow him anywhere, and he probably didn’t know how to feel about it. For Cas, this was the season when he totally lost faith in God and learned to have faith in Dean. Angels were created to love and have faith in the Lord, and they associated love with faith for default. When he started to have more faith in Dean than in God, he somehow started to love Dean more than he loved his Father. In 5x21, when Cas realized Dean said no to Michael, he apologized to Dean for doubting him, and I think that was the moment Cas’ faith in Dean became unbreakable. And so did his love for the righteous man. At this point, Cas’ love for Dean wasn’t romantic. Dean became his role-model. He put Dean up in the altar where his Father used to be, and he loved him deeply, as one of God’s best creations. When season 5 ended, Cas cared about Dean a lot more than Dean cared about Cas. As friends, brothers-in-arms, they parted ways once the war was over. Cas wanted to see Dean happy, but he still felt he belonged in Heaven and liked the idea that God had brought him back to life (for a second time now) to fix things up there. Dean, on the other hand, saw Cas leave and probably thought he wasn’t gonna see the angel ever again. He had other pressing matters, anyway. Sam in the pit, for example.

In season 6, Dean and Cas became a dysfunctional family. Before going back to Heaven, Cas rescued Sam from the pit to give Dean the grand prize he was asking for at the end of 5x22. However, he didn’t know he’d left Sam’s soul behind and the whole thing blew up in his face later on. He thought he could set things right in Heaven, but he wasn’t expecting Raphael to have totally different plans. When he realized he wasn’t strong enough to defeat Raphael, he went to Dean to look for help, but once Cas saw him living his apparently happy and peaceful life, he couldn’t pull Dean back in. Crowley took advantage of the moment and managed to convince Cas to work with him. It’s totally true that Cas did a lot of regrettable things in season 6 and that he lied a lot, but everything he did was for Dean and because of Dean; everything was in the name of that profound bond he thought he shared with Dean. On the other hand, Dean, who was raised in an environment of neglect and abuse, and therefore considered that kind of behavior “normal” in a family, started to treat Cas in a very poor way. As I said in another post:

[Dean] only called Cas when he needed something and didn’t really care about anything that was happening to Cas. That’s what Castiel perceived. He loved the Winchesters a lot, especially Dean, but he somehow thought he couldn’t really count on them. “Of course. Your problems always come first,” Cas told Dean in 6x07. “It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?”, Cas asked in 6x20. These two jerks really had communication issues at that time. Cas didn’t ask Dean for help at first because he didn’t want to disturb Dean’s apparently peaceful life, and he didn’t ask for help later because it was already too late (the deal was already made) and because anyway, he kind of thought Dean didn’t give a damn about his civil war. Dean was so worried about Sam and “the job” that he never cared to ask Cas if he needed anything. Probably because he thought an angel was so powerful, he didn’t need help. But also because the Winchesters are not exactly the most helpful people to their closest ones. Remember how Bobby didn’t get any help from Dean and Sam in 6x04 until he finally asked for it (and called them “self-absorbed”)? What was the boys’ reaction? “Bobby, all you gotta do is ask.” The whole speech Bobby gave them in that episode showed how the boys didn’t really give a second thought to other people’s problems. It was not because they didn’t love those people, it was just because that was the Winchester way. Dean didn’t know how to listen to Cas, how to offer help, how to empathize. And Cas didn’t know how to ask for help, how to consider that he might not be in a righteous path, how to doubt himself. I guess the “Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family” Dean said in 6x20 came too little, too late for Cas at that point.

Cas desperately wanted Dean to have faith in him, but Dean didn’t. In Cas’ notebook, that meant Dean didn’t love him (no matter if he said Cas was family or that he would have died for Cas). Castiel had to finish what he had started. To defeat Raphael, he made very bad decisions. The ends justified the means, so he hurt Sam in the process. Castiel was disappointed. Nobody had faith in him, nobody loved him. That’s why he told Dean “You’re not my family” in 6x22, and that’s probably why the first thing he said as Godstiel was “You will bow down and profess your love unto me.”

In season 7, Dean and Cas had to reconstruct their relationship.  I’ll quote myself from another post:

Season7!Dean had so much going on in that head of his. I don’t think Dean had feelings for Cas at that point. When Dean said that Cas was like a brother to him in 6x20, I believe he really meant it. However, the guilt, anger and frustration Dean felt toward Castiel was drowning him little by little. Guilt because maybe if he had just listened, if he had said something, if he had been less self-centered, he could have saved Cas and prevented the whole Purgatory souls fiasco. Anger because how could Cas betray him? How could Cas break Sam’s wall? How could Cas lie to him? How could Cas die without giving him the chance to say everything he had to say? Frustration because he had to clean up Cas’ mess, because Cas was gone, because he had lost his best friend. It was so much for such a complex person as Dean that he couldn’t move on and dealt with all that the best way he could: drinking. When Dean found Emmanuel, everything that I just mentioned came crushing to his mind. Just add another frustration item: Cas didn’t even remember him. The frustration list just got bigger and bigger: Cas going kinda insane; Cas refusing to fight; Cas behaving like a little child. And the only method to deal with things like these Dean has known all his life is to lash out. That’s how he communicates. He learned it from John Winchester and has used that lots of times with Sam. He needed to take it all out, to yell at Cas in order to move on and start the healing process, the forgiving process (because he really wanted to fix things with Cas, he just didn’t know how to), but Castiel was denying him even that. Poor Dean! At this point, I felt sorry for both, Dean and Cas, because I could really empathize with both.

Cas realized too late that he’d made a huge mistake and before dying all he wanted to do was Dean’s forgiveness and make things right. He was absent most of season 7, and when he reappeared and remembered who he really was, he felt extremely guilty. Taking Sam’s pain was the only thing he could do to make things right. If drinking was Dean’s coping mechanism, staying away from all sorts of violence was Cas’ once he woke up in 7x21. Dean needed Cas to take out Dick Roman, and Cas agreed to help (and even protected Dean when the time came) because he wanted to show Dean gratitude for the faith he was showing him when he told him “I’d rather have you, cursed or not”. Faith equals love. Was that a “note of forgiveness”?

In season 8, Dean and Cas weren’t on the same page regarding their feelings. It was in Purgatory, the place that felt pure, where Dean realized that no matter what Cas had done, no matter what had happened, he loved his angel. He cared about him so much that he wasn’t going to leave Purgatory without him. In season 6, he was a shitty, selfish friend, but he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. He needed to find Cas and take him home, where they could start over. It was in Purgatory where Dean understood he preferred a life of constant hiding, running for dear life, and killing instead of a life on Earth without Cas. He knew that if everything he suffered during the year Cas was gone was terrifying, the guilt he would feel about leaving his friend without even trying to look for him was definitely going to kill him. When he finally found Cas and realized that Cas had left him alone to try to protect him from the Leviathans, he decided to tell Cas how much he cared. He told him “I need you” and “I’m not leaving here without you”. Dean didn’t need Cas to be able to get out. He just needed Cas to be with him, and he wanted Cas to understand it. Cas, of course, understood, but he felt too much shame and guilt to consider the possibility of leaving Purgatory, so he just made sure he got Dean out.

Leaving Purgatory without Cas was so painful to Dean that he had to change the memory of what happened so he could blame himself. Once Castiel was back, even though Dean was suspicious of how he got out of Purgatory, he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes he’d made before. He was all “talk to me” with Cas. He wanted to make sure Cas was OK. He wanted to prove that he cared. No matter how shady Cas was, Dean still prayed to him. He still poured his heart out to Cas. Even when Cas was about to kill him, he didn’t fight back. He just reminded Cas that he was family, that they needed him, that HE needed him.

On the other hand, Cas was brainwashed into killing thousands of fake Deans so he would be ready to do Heaven’s bidding without interference from the elder Winchester. It took for the real Dean to say “I need you” to break the connection between Cas and Naomi’s mind control, but when Dean asked him what broke the connection, Cas honestly didn’t know what to answer. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for Cas to analyze what had happened. There were more pressing matters, like the angel tablet. Cas wanted to make things right and got fooled by Metatron in the process.

At this point, I’m fairly sure Dean already understood he loved Cas. All season 7 Dean couldn’t understand why he couldn’t move past what Cas had done. In Purgatory he was free enough to say “I love you” in the Winchester way: “I need you.” He’s told Cas “I need you” a lot of times. Why? Because Dean Winchester is not really with the whole love and… love, so he says the next best thing. The question is what kind of love does Dean feel for Cas? I’m sure that’s something Dean doesn’t want to understand. He’s gotten hints from his family that he should try to understand his feelings for Cas (“he’s dreamy”, Charlie said; “because it’s Cas”, Sammy said), but he didn’t really get it, and even if he did, it didn’t matter anyway because his angel was going home.

In season 9, Dean and Cas weren’t on the same page regarding their feelings AGAIN. But this time it was Cas’ turn to start to understand. Castiel, angel of the Lord, has loved Dean Winchester since he decided to have faith in him. Faith equals love. However, I don’t think Cas understood what kind of love he felt for Dean. That’s why he couldn’t answer the “what broke the connection” question. HE DIDN’T KNOW. He had to be human to be able to understand that he can love his brothers and sisters, humanity, Sam and Dean, but each love is different. His love for humanity is agape. His love for his brothers and sisters is storge. His love for Sam is between storge and philia, but what about his love for Dean? I’m ready to bet it’s eros, but Cas didn’t know that before. (ETA: For more info on the kind of love Cas has for Dean and why I think eros is involved, you can read this). That’s why the PB&J conversation between Cas and Sam in 9x11 was so important. Being an angel, Cas has the physical capacity to eat or even drink liquor, but he can’t enjoy things the same way a human does. That’s why it’s been emphasized that emotions and even simple things like flavors are human things. I think it wasn’t until 9x06 that Cas realized he was in love with Dean. What about Dean? Well, 9x06 was probably the moment he realized he was in love with Cas, too, but this time it was Dean’s turn to let Cas live a normal and peaceful life.

Cas’ weakness was revealed in 9x22: he’s in love… with humanity. But, of course, everybody (Hannah, Metatron, and Dean himself) agreed that Cas sacrificed everything for just one man, to protect Dean Winchester.

In season 10, Dean and Castiel need to figure out what they want. They both don’t know. They both want more but are too afraid to go for it. Dean thinks he’s gonna die soon, but he acknowledges there’s people, feelings that he wants to experience differently or maybe for the first time. He has no doubts that Cas loves him. If he had any, he lost them after Cas gave up an entire army for him. Cas doesn’t know what he is anymore. He doesn’t belong in Heaven, he’s not a human, but there are human things he considers good –art, hope, love, dreams. However, he knows emotions… feelings are dangerous temptations. How does he know? Well, he’s been consistently screwing things up to protect the one thing that has become his priority: Dean Winchester. Everything has been, is, and will always be about saving Dean. It’s pretty much obvious Cas doesn’t have vessel issues anymore in case he decides to stay on Earth (whether angel or human). But his big questions are still the same, “What broke the connection?” “But as what [do you want to live] Castiel, as an angel or a man?” “Who are you? What’s your mission?” And the answers to all those questions are related to Dean. Therefore, Cas has to figure out what he wants.  

Dean, on the other hand, is afraid of losing control and hurting the people he loves: Cas and his brother. Notice who Benny (Dean’s subconscious) mentioned first. At this point in the story, I think Dean knows how he feels about Cas, but Cas doesn’t know. And Cas knows how he feels about Dean, but Dean doesn’t know. They both think they’re family for the other. They both are a couple of emotionally constipated idjits. Dean also has to figure out what he wants, but right now, he doesn’t give much thought to it because he thinks there’s not a good future for him.

I just hope that whatever the consequences of what Sam and Cas are doing to save Dean don’t separate Dean and Cas that much for season 11. However, they both already know how they feel. It’s just a matter of telling the other and we can’t get that yet. That’s why it makes so much sense that TPTB have kept Dean and Cas apart so much during season 10. So, I guess more conflict will be a must for next season.

If you notice, the thing that makes Destiel one of the most popular ships is that it feels real. It doesn’t feel forced. They have gone through a lot and overcome a lot together. This is definitely one of the best love stories ever told!

Forbidden Feelings (Chapter 1)

Summary: Being married to a man you don’t love or want anymore is taking a toll on you, but the way out is nowhere to be seen. When your husband hires a you a new sexy bodyguard, the man suddenly turns your world upside down, giving you hope to step up and take control of your life again. | Bucky x Reader
Characters
: reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark
Warnings: none really
Word count: 1017
A/N: A few things. 1) A new drabble series, yay! I’ll try to update this one atleast twice a week. 2) Tags are open for this, hmu if you want to be tagged. 3) The lovely @marvel-ash is making me a header for this. I’m so excited. No need to rush, hun! 4) Leave me feedback. What do you think? Got any suggestions?

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Another boring, dull day or your miserable life. The same thing over and over again. Waking up in a house you’ve lived in for more than 4 years now. A place that at first felt like your safe place, a home, something you always looked forward to at the end of the day. But now, it made you sick and tired, the empty walls sucking the life out of you. You made your way to the bathroom, only stopping to reach for a clean towel from the dresser. You stood in front of the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror, but failing to recognize the once bright young woman that you used to be, with a promising future ahead of you, but one you lose over a simple, stupid crush.

You met your husband, Tony, 5 years ago when he spoke about the perks of being a famous businessman in the auditorium of your University. You were sitting at the last row, listening to him boast about his company and becoming one of the richest men in the country. You thought he was funny and fairly attractive. So at the end of the gathering, you were surprised, to say the least, when he approached you and asked you for dinner, saying how he couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you, which is something you presumed he said to every one of his side quests these days. Nevertheless, you agreed and no more than a year later, you were Mrs. Tony Stark.

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anonymous asked:

I love seeing your fics pop up in the Jumin tag, I always take the time of my day to read them! Do you think you could do a ficlet where MC gets amnesia and forgets about Jumin? (I guess you could say like a reverse situation of the fic Jumin getting amnesia, hhaha) Please and thank you!

Okay, so since I still really think that there is a lot that could come from amnesia fics I’m going to try something different that is probably not really thought of when it comes to these sort of fics.

I will be going with an idea brought up with the film Before I Go to Sleep, minus the whole horror aspect. I highly recommend the movie although it does deal with subjects involving traumatic experiences so please take caution!!! 

With that being said, I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day! Thank you <3

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Morning drifted into your gaze as your lids flickered open, worry seeping as a sudden thought poured into your head.

This wasn’t your home. 

Unfamiliar decorations scattered the room, photos of you and a man you didn’t recognize flowers you’d never chosen, and a window you’d never looked out of in your whole life.

But what horrified you more was the unknown arm blanketed around you, holding you close to whoever was next to you.

And as you turned your head, you came to meet him.

He was fast asleep, his breathing light and content, curly, messy strands of sooty hair sweeping about his features.

You gingerly lifted his arm from your own, swinging your legs over the bed and rising to your feet, staggering into what you thought was the bathroom, eyes widening as you saw what waited.

Spread across the wall was a mural. 

A mural of photos of you and the mysterious man.

Pictures of you in a wedding gown, him embracing you as if you were his greatest treasure, both of you smiling and laughing.

Pictures of you and him cradled together on the sofa, out and about in a city you hadn’t recognized, the two of you at dinner, or simply just a photo of the both of you beside one another, never truly wanting to part.

And yet the only answer were the notes scattered beside them.

‘Jumin Han’

‘Your husband’ 

‘Elizabeth 3rd’ 

‘RFA’ 

You gawked at them confusedly, feeling as if you should be connecting some sort of puzzle but utterly dumbfounded as to how exactly do so. 

You backed away slowly, gasping as you heard shifting from the bed, a light yawn escaping him.

“You’re up then…?” He murmured, glancing at you. 

You didn’t answer, staring at him.

“You saw the photos, didn’t you? You know who I am?” 

“I…I um…i-It says you’re my husband.” 

He picked up two wedding rings from the nightstand, slipping one on and setting the other in your palm, revealing the inscription.

‘My heart will always travel with you’

“We’ve been married for little over eight years now.” He muttered. “This has been going on for three years of that.” 

“What has?” 

“Your memory loss.” 

“W-Why?”

“There was an accident,” He replied. “It was our anniversary and I was taking you somewhere to surprise you, an eighteen wheeler ran a red light as we were turning and well…”

His voice drifted off, strained with the idea of having to bring it back up. 

“I managed to shield you from most of the physical damage when the truck rammed into the side that’s how my injuries came to be.” 

He lifted his right pant leg, revealing a prosthetic, slick and crisp metal modeling that of his other limb.

“It crushed my leg…” He confessed softly. “Aside from dying of blood loss, amputation was the only decision that was available…but it wasn’t even enough.” 

“For what?”

“To save you.” 

He reached out, wrapping his fingers on the side of your head, cringing for just a moment, as though remembering the blood and torn flesh that once peeled from it. 

“Our car was slammed into others, and your head crashed through the glass…” He whispered, tears seemingly threatening to spill.”You were dead for almost thirty seconds at the hospital love…I thought you were gone…” 

How many times had he been forced to retell this horrid tale to you?

How many times did he nearly cry?

How many times did he cry?

It hurt to think of that.

“Your brain can’t handle the trauma they told me…they said each day you’d revert to before it all…before you met me…the RFA…before you almost lost your life because of some silly surprise I had planned. A form of coping is what they call it.” 

“You couldn’t have predicted that…i-it’s not your fault.” 

He laughed weakly, ignoring the single tear that broke out.  

“Still the same beautiful heart…” He hummed, smiling weakly. “What made me so lucky to have you I’ll never know.” 

“How did we meet…?” 

“I suppose I should tell you something happy after all this shouldn’t I?” 

He stepped into the bathroom, beginning to change.

“It was accidental, to be honest. You were lead by a strange, anonymous number to the RFA chat room, and you took over planning for the Foundation’s party,” He answered. “As you were planning my father entered a catastrophe with his scandals, and I was dragged into it. When it started to take a toll on me I found comfort in you. You understood me, better than anyone ever had. I felt human with you, I still do.”

He came out, a polyester suit messily set up upon him, trying to compose himself as best as he could. 

“You untangled the knots in my head, and the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” He simpered. “All of my lives, if that sort of thing is true.” 

“Even now?” 

He nodded, certain.

“Even now.” 

“Do I ever…do I ever remember anything?” 

“You see a therapist that was recommended by our friend, V. He’ll call you in a bit when I’m gone for work and take you there.” 

“Why don’t you take me?”

“I-I…I don’t drive anywhere anymore…I-I can’t be in cars anymore.” He trembled for a moment, snapping himself out of it as he tugged his collar. “I walk now. Typically V will too, but he simply enjoys the sun. You can ask for Driver Kim if you’d prefer.” 

“No um..that’s fine.” 

“I work at the C & R building, my father is the CEO, I’m sure regardless you at least remember the company?”

You nodded weakly, figments of the immense building in your thoughts.

“Yeah you guys are…wow really popular…” You sighed. “My mom loves-” 

You paused, racing out into the hall, staring out at the grand penthouse before you. 

“Oh my god…” 

“You always did love the view,” He remarked, following after you. “Elizabeth 3rd should be around here somewhere if you’d like to say good morning to her as well.” 

“I saw her name on the notes.” 

“Yes she’s our cat, exceptionally stunning and amazing, only second to you,” He explained. “She did not like hearing that news.” 

You scoffed, amused. “Where is she?” 

“She likes to sleep in sun patches during the evenings but in the mornings she’ll be on the sofa usually. She used to sleep with us but the confusion in the mornings frightened her.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” 

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help it,” He assured you, setting a delicate palm on your shoulder. “we all understand that. We’re just grateful you’re here.” 

He led you to the couch, a television blank and reflecting, sets of tapes placed beneath it. 

“There are some videos we’ve recorded over the years that you sometimes play,” He pointed out. “I don’t know if it’d jog your memory in any way but if you’d like to go on.” 

“What’re they of?”

“One is our wedding, one is of our trips to…Greece I believe, and another is one of the RFA parties.” 

He checked his watch, huffing gently. “I need to leave, but I’ll be back tonight, I’ll call you when I’m able but don’t hesitate to if you need to, okay?”

“Okay.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, waving goodbye before he left, the click of the knob being the last you heard of him.

And you were alone.

Until you heard a meow. 

You peered down the sofa, seeing the luscious white cat look up at you, droopy eyes and little yawn. 

You had enjoyed spending time with her, ensnared in the films that left you a mix of sorrow and butterflies erupting into your stomach as you held Elizabeth 3rd in your arms, only snatched away as your phone began to rapidly buzz in your pocket. 

And while you didn’t recognize the number, you recognized the name.

V.

You raised the phone timidly to your ear, waiting for him to speak first, unsure of what to say exactly.

“Hello? MC?”

“This is V…right?” 

“Yes that’s me, I’m outside waiting for you. Are you ready to see your therapist?” He asked, kindness painting his tone. “Jumin told you didn’t he?”

“Y-Yes.” 

“Do you want me to come up?”

“N-No, I’ll be down in a second!” 

“Don’t worry, take your time, I’ll be waiting.” 

He hung up promptly, soon seeing you rushing down confusedly down the stairs to meet him in the main hall.

“V-V?” You tapped his shoulder, shifting to you his gaze never quite meeting yours.

“MC?” 

“Oh thank goodness it’s you!” You let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been wandering around asking so many people.” 

He chuckled. “You don’t change in the slightest do you?” 

“I…I guess not.” 

“It’s a good thing, you have a lovely personality.” 

You furrowed your brow confusedly.

“Why’re you wearing sunglasses? It’s cloudy.” 

He frowned for a second, suddenly realizing why you wouldn’t know.

“Oh, of course-I can’t see, I’m blind,” He grinned slightly. “I have been for awhile now, it’s gotten worse lately.” 

“How bad…?”

“When we originally met it was blurred but it was something I could live with but now, it’s blending in, the colors are fading, and it’s…it’s less distinctive.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault,” He comforted. “Don’t worry about me, let’s take care of you.” 

“Well, shouldn’t we take care of you too?”

“You’ve tried.” 

“I don’t want it.” 

You didn’t know what to say. 

So you didn’t say anything. 

He hadn’t sounded upset, it was simply a matter of fact, the same compassion clear in his tone however dismissive. 

Eventually, though, he did speak up again as you came to the therapist’s office, standing outside. 

“I can go in with you, I don’t know whether or not you want the company.” 

“I’d like to try to do it on my own.” 

“Alright, I’ll wait for you out here, you mind if I get some coffee or something?” He questioned. “I can pick you up something too if you’d like, though, I’m sure Jumin will want to take you to lunch afterwards.” 

“Just some water would be fine.” 

“Of course.” 

And soon enough, you were in an office.

Your therapist had been an older woman, lines decorating her expression as blinking accompanied the eyes, her voice low and soothing.

She hadn’t said anything particularly surprising but she had shown you photos and videos of a time long since forgotten.

Videos of you excited and delighted surrounded by people you didn’t recognize. 

People such as Yoosung, 707, Zen, and Jahee. 

You were told they were your friends, also members of the RFA, having helped guide you along to bringing life to a party long since gone.

But you stared at them.

And felt nothing. 

That could’ve easily been the word to describe your day.

Nothing. 

You would forget it all in the end.

So did it even matter?

The only time you felt something was with Jumin.

Even at his mention you felt your heart bubble and threaten to burst, your stomach twisting into knots, a fuzzy delight inside of you.

First, it had been a call. 

He had checked up on you, softening the moment he heard you, even despite the hints of sadness as you mentioned your confusion, only a reminder to a pain you couldn’t truly understand. 

The second time had been lunch.

He had come with photos and video messages from Jahee and Mr. Han hoping you were safe and well, stories filling your head the whole time of the experiences you had with them.

And the whole time he held your hand. 

He enveloped his own with yours, holding on as if you were a dream he never wanted to wake from, almost heavy to let go as you were forced to leave.

But you did come back together.

When his work had finished and evening dotted the sky with oranges and pink amongst the clouds he came home.

And you had been waiting.

You had come to the wedding video.

And you were crying.

You hadn’t really even realized you were, only figuring as Jumin rushed to your side, worried and baffled.

“L-Love what’s the matter? What’s…” 

He couldn’t finish, glancing up at the screen to see the two of you exchanging vows, you yourself hardly able to finish before erupting into a nervous sort of laughter, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I…I ruined everything.” You mumbled. “Didn’t I?”

“What?”

“I took all of this happiness from us.”

“You didn’t take anything from us, you couldn’t have helped what happened.” 

“Why do you even still love me?” You pointed at the version of you in the tape. “I’m not them…I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

“Then why am I waking up every day to a stranger?” You cried, swallowing hard. “Why am I unaware of the person beside me every morning? I don’t know you when the next day comes Jumin! I can’t be who you married!” 

“MC, look at me, please.” 

You did, reluctantly. 

He took your hands, running a gentle thumb over your knuckles.

And you felt the same feeling from him as you did at lunch.

A total and absolute desire to never let go.

“The first night, when you came home…after the…the accident…” He let out a shaky breath. “You saw me, and you started screaming. You jumped from the bed and started trying to run away. You tried to keep me away at all costs because you didn’t know me.” 

“You…You hit me.” 

You didn’t dare utter a word.

But your heart shattered. 

“But now, you’re not scared anymore…you don’t run away. You listen to me, you talk to me, and you even-” He stifled a sob. “you even smile at me.” 

“I don’t expect everything to go back to how it was, but I know that things are changing, they’re getting better.” 

“Jumin-” 

“I understand you may never wake up one day and remember everything from yesterday, and I will have to tell you the same story each time, and hope for the littlest of things. But I also understand that you’re still you. No matter what, each and every time I see you I see the person I am desperately in love with.” 

“I don’t deserve that.” 

“You do darling, you deserve that and the whole world.” 

He stood up, helping you to your feet. 

“You don’t have to remember everything right away, but until you do, even if it’s a second a day, I’m going to be here, with you. And I’m going to help you through it.” 

He wiped the tears emerging from your gaze, hiding his own as he embraced you.

“P-Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

And perhaps finally, you weren’t so afraid of tomorrow.

For you know, he would still be there.

And he always would be.

For one day, you would wake up to him in the morning.

And you would remember how much he truly adored you.

Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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13 Going on 30 (Part 8)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Word Count: 1,730.

A/N: Tags weren’t working again so if you got another notif saying that I tagged you, well that’s why. Anyways here’s part 8! Words can’t even express how things are going to turn out. Hope you guys enjoy and I’m always happy to hear your feedback :D

13 Going on 30 (Masterlist)

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Undo (3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 5,765

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

When his lips left yours, you were more in shock than anything. You almost felt dizzy as you remembered the familiar sensation. When his lips touched yours, it felt natural, like you’d done it so many times before. His eyes staring deep into yours made you nervous, you saw the longing in his eyes and you could only wonder how much the two of you had been through together.

“Chanyeol…” His name left your lips quietly, you could barely hear yourself but Chanyeol was apt to hear anything you said. The air was almost crackling around the two of you, you couldn’t help but want to know more about your past.

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Step Up (Enzo Amore x Reader)

A/N: Hi kids! Inspiration has been terrible for the past week, sorry about the delays and how busy I’ve been. Regardless, this is a request from @imagineall-the-fandoms from a little while ago. I hope you like it ! :)

Prompt/request:  Hello! I see your requests are open and I would love the to request something if I may. Could I possibly have an Enzo fic where he finds the reader sitting in the back after breaking up with her boyfriend (another wrestler perhaps) so he comforts her and ends in some fluff? Please and thank you darling 🤗❤ - I extended it a little bit to make it a fuller story, I hope that’s okay!

Warning: None, really. Mentions a bad relationship, but no abuse. Fluffy as all hell.

Word count: 2712

Tagging my usuals: @hardcorewwetrash @insearchofsunlight @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @taryndbiase @reigns420 @horcruxhunter5972 @xfirespritex @wrestlewriting and @xsimplynaex (who was in need of some Enzo fluff, if I recall)

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The unexpected - Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word Count: 2,4k

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, no warnings.

Request: “can you PLEASE do another part where idk calum figures he wants to marry her like P l e a s e“

Summary: After your break up with Calum, you’re devastated but you try to move on. When you bump into each other again though, something completely unexpected happens.

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff!

***This is not a continuum of “Are you ok with that” because I wanted it ot be more original. However, if you’d like for me to do a continuum of “Are you ok with that” with the same idea (wedding proposal), I can happily do that, just message me.*** 

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What He Didn’t Know

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SPN canon violence, unexpected pregnancy, angst, language I think, I think that’s it. If I missed any let me know.

Word Count: 3697

A/N: I wrote this specifically for angst appreciation day so I hope it’s angsty enough for y’all. This story is basically a rewrite of the Season 5 finale Swan Song with added bits of the reader. So like the long conversations the guys have are directly from the episode so credit to the writers of the episode for that. I would also like to thank @idreamofhazel because she gave me a list of ideas that helped inspire this so thank you love. I’m unsure if I want to continue this or not so if you want more let me know.

Summary: You have been Sam’s girlfriend for years and are basically soulmates however you found out you are pregnant. Right when you are going to tell him, he tells you his plan of saying yes to being Lucifer’s vessel and jumping into the cage. What happens next? Does Sam find out about your pregnancy? Does he still take the fall?

***Italics are flashbacks***

Sorry I went crazy with the GIF’s I couldn’t help myself 

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Type: heartbreaker. - Peter Quill

Words: 2570 - ish.

Warning: feels, i guess?

A/N: I have a second part, which is the ending, but someone on Wattpad was mad at me and asked for an alternative ending, which i’ll publish soon.

Also, i wrote this in December 2016, before the movie came out, so it doesn’t follow the storyline of the movie at all. I am sorry.

Sorry for any typo!

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You and your friends just landed on a new planet, temporarily. Somehow, during the short amount of time you were supposed to spend there, you found yourself in an unknown building, talking with a strange alien with antennas on her head.

“When I touch someone”, started the female alien, “I can feel their feelings.”

She put her hand on top of Peter’s, and she slowly raised her head to look at him.

You waited expectantly for the alien to read Peter’s feelings. You needed to know if you were right all along. You needed to know if you really had no chance.

“You feel…”, she made a short pause before going on, “love.”

You heart started beating faster and you watched Peter trying to defend himself.

“I guess – yeah – I feel general, unselfish love for just about everything –”

“No”, the alien immediately interrupted him, and you turned your attention back to her, “sexual love!”

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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned - A (mostly) coherent rant!

There’s a reason why that ancient adage still holds weight. Because it’s true.

There is not a creature more dangerous, more deadly or more destructive on earth than a woman who hungers for vengeance. When she thirsts for blood, she will do whatever it takes to make a river of red flow. When she wants justice, she will do whatever it takes to see it is meted out. And when she wants to protect her own, she will do whatever it takes to protect her own and god save anyone who even dares defy her.

She will make you bleed with a smile on her face and wine in her hand.

This entire episode, all of it, made me see that side of Felicity completely for the first time. Digg is her brother and friend, and someone messed with him. She ate them alive.

We’d been getting glimpses of her struggle with the darkness inside her, her moral dilemmas, her swinging decision, but for the first time, I saw her accept, embrace and glory in her darkness.

It was fucking beautiful.

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Happy Birthday to my darling @letsjustsee!!!!! I can’t believe writing one little witch harry fic led to finding one of my best friends in the fandom <3. This preview (and mood board) is for you because you’ve been so supportive of this fic since day 1! Most of the prologue is under the cut. For more snippets of this fic you can check here.

These Sparks We Light by QuickedWeen

COMING FALL 2017

PROLOGUE, 2014

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light?

Bodies pressed together and stray limbs flailed as Louis Tomlinson stared up at the stage of the Apollo in Manchester. Louis had been looking forward to this concert for months. The members of The Script were performing their hearts out as he watched with wide eyes.

This. This was what he wanted to do. He wanted to write songs and belt his heart out in front of hundreds, thousands, of people. This was all he had ever wanted, and he needed to figure out how to make it happen. He had enough putting it off, enough sitting around on his ass. All the song ideas floating around in his head needed to be flushed out, written down, given proper chord progressions – instead of staying stagnant as plucked along melodies and half written lyrical phrases on napkins.

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Unexpected

Intro: So it’s finally here.  My freaking child I swear.  This is the Bones x male reader that was requested by such a sweet anon I am sorry it took so long.  

Pairing: Bones x male!reader

Word Count: 5,200 (whoops)

Warnings: swearing, lots of kissing, ummm not much else?

Summary: So thanks guys for helping me decide to keep it one big fic because I just think it flows so well together so I apologize for the length (I just went with this one to the ends of the earth I couldn’t stop myself). 

ALSO: This is my first time writing a decidedly male reader so please be gentle.  I absolutely adore this fic and everything about so I hope it’s alright and the reader came off as male, I tried really hard.  <3

ALSO (p.t. 2): While I was writing the embarrassing story that the reader tells in the middle of this fic (you can’t miss it) I was channeling my best friend so I kinda wrote it how she would tell a story like that, so hopefully it makes sense. 

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It started with an accidental kiss. 

It was a night you couldn’t really remember that well, but from what you do remember, you had passed out behind a control panel in the engineering room, with no idea how you got there.  Your drunk ass had been found by none other than Dr. Leonard McCoy, who was looking for Scotty, but had found you instead.  And this was all well and good except for the fact that you were a handsy drunk and had had a major, life-altering crush on the grumpy southern doctor. 

Leonard had carried your hammered ass back to your quarters, put a cup of water beside your bed and made you promise to come see him in the morning. When he was satisfied that you didn’t have alcohol poisoning and weren’t going to choke on your own tongue, he leaned over you to pull at the blankets of your bed.  And for some stupid reason you had reached up, wrapped your hands around the back of his head, and pulled his mouth to yours.  It was a drunken, stupid kiss, all sloppy and clumsy, but, and you couldn’t say much for your memory thanks to the tequila shots, you felt him reciprocate, if only for a moment, before he pulled away.  He looked down at you for a moment, a hard set to his eyes and mouth, before turning and abruptly walking out of your room. 

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Just Friends (part six) - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles prided himself in his attempts to be calm and collected.  Sure he was quite the spazz, but when it came to break ups, fall outs, fighting, and other various forms of drama, he liked to think that he could keep himself calm.  That he could walk away and breathe before making rash decisions.  And that’s exactly what he did this morning when y/n did not answer her door.  Or the calls.  Or texts.  But before he’d even made the call to her, Scott had called him.

“Stiles buddy where are you? I thought we were gonna meet at the library today” Scott said, and Stiles sighed.  “Stiles? Where are you?” Scott asked, sounding concerned at Stiles’ lack of an answer.

“I’m kinda at y/n’s house right now” Scott groaned.  

“You can’t skip school-”

“I’m not, I came here to pick her up… I got coffee and breakfast for her cause I thought she’d like it-”

“Unimportant detail” Scott monotoned.

“Okay but she specifically said a ride to school was okay… and  knocked a lot and texted a lot and she hasn’t responded to me at all” Stiles rambled on, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“Don’t stress Stiles, she’s probably just not feeling well” Scott reassured as best as he could.  To be honest, he barely knew you.  Only what Stiles would go on and on about, not that it gave him much insight on your personal life.  But hey, at least he knew your hair smelled like berries, and your eyes sparkled like the sun.

“She was fine yesterday” Stiles mumbled.

“Alright well maybe it’s… you know… a girl thing”

“Like.. drama-?”

“Like her period” Scott breathed.  “Look, skip school or whatever, I’ll cover for you” Scott said.  “But just this once”

“Fine.  I’m coming” Stiles sighed.  “I might be a little late to first period, tell Coach my car broke down if I am?”

“He’s still gonna give you hell.  But alright” Scott said.

“Thanks man”

“See you soon”

And that was the end of their call.  But Stiles quickly scrolled through his contacts in search of your name.  He didn’t hesitate to press it, tapping his foot as it rang.

“Hey! You’ve reached y/n.  Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, but leave a message!” Your cheerful voice said, and Stiles internally cursed.  But he still left a message, the nervous wreck he was.  You never picked up.  

His feet dragged a little when he walked back to his car.  Taking his time putting on his seat belt, and starting the engine.  Stiles definitely wasn’t cool with texting and driving especially after hearing his father getting case after case about it.  But he kept his phone on his lap, ready to pick up if you were to reach him at all.

He couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t answer the phone, or text him back.

Stiles’ palms were sweaty on the wheel, and he was licking and biting at his lips every ten seconds.  Maybe he shouldn’t have left.  Maybe he should’ve climbed to your window, or hung around to see if you answered.  But by the time he even considered going back, he was a the school parking lot.  And he came to a sad realization.  If you’d wanted to reach him, you would have already.

The boy ran into the school, backpack slung onto one shoulder as the bell rang.  He was late just barely by thirty seconds to class.  He found Scott already explaining an elaborate lie to Coach.

“I’m here!” Stiles wheezed, making his way to the back row where Scott had his things.  His friend followed behind him, watching as Stiles caught his breath.

“Well? Anything happen?”

“I called her” Stiles said.  “I left her a message but she didn’t respond” Scott nodded.


“Then she’s probably just sleeping” Scott shrugged.  “Again, I doubt you have anything to worry about” Stiles nodded, finger tapping on the desk, and leg bouncing under it.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” He said, silencing his phone, and putting it in his bag.

What’s the worst that could happen? You missing one day of school probably just meant you weren’t feeling well, Stiles thought optimistically.

~~~

Scott walked with Stiles out of Economics, going on about one of Coach’s outbursts and laughing.  Stiles offered small chuckles, but just couldn’t focus.  He reached for his bag-

Scott slapped his arm.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK SCOTT-!”

“Just leave her alone” Scott told his friend as calmly as possible.  “If she’s not feeling well, she’s not going to want to sit around on the phone with you and talk about turtles”

“Awe you remembered-”

“Not the point” Scott couldn’t hold back his eye roll.  Lydia bounded up to them.

“Hey guys- nice eye roll” She giggled at Scott.  “What’d Stiles do this time?”

“He’s obsessing over y/n again” Scott said.  Lydia smiled cheekily over to the pale boy.

“Ooh” SHe said, mimicking what Stiles thought was a six year old.  “He’s blushing Scott, I think our boy’s got a little crush” She said.  Stiles had the urge to shove them both on the ground and run off.

“Oh, I know he does” Scott chuckled.  “He’s freaking out because he was supposed to drive he to school but she didn’t answer the door”

“Or her texts, or my calls” Stiles piped up.  “Straight up ignored” He grumbled to the floor.

“Peculiar” Lydia commented, brows drawing together.  “Has she said anything at all?”

“Well I’d like to know.  But McStupid here keeps punching me when I try to look!” Lydia slapped a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Hey-!”

“Don’t ever meddle in someone else’s love life!” Lydia scolded.  Stiles took the opportunity to quickly pull out his phone.

“SHE CALLED!” He yelled, rushing to the side of the hallway to be out of the way.  He clicked on the voicemail box, and brought his phone to his ear.  The first thing he heard was your shaky intake of breath, and it made his heart lurch.

“What what is it?” Lydia asked, worried about the pained expression he was making.  But Stiles didn’t say anything, just listen to your string of stutters and cries.  A hand came over his mouth slowly as he tried to make sense of your incoherent whimpers.  Scott heard a small blip of your cry, and instantly felt bad.  He was the one who told Stiles not to worry.

“I’m so-”

“Sh” Stiles interrupted, holding his phone closer to hear you better.

Stiles I-” And that was when the line cut.  Stiles dropped his phone from his ear, watching the screen flicker back to a mess of missed calls.  Mostly from his father and Scott.

“She’s hurting” He said, eyes wet.  “I can tell- I mean it’s obvious- but it’s really serious she’s broken and I’m not there to help her pick up the pieces” He said.  Lydia put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Stiles, I admire your compassion, but some things people just have to learn to handle alone-”

“But she doesn’t” Stiles argued quietly.  “She shouldn’t have to” Lydia sighed.

“Stiles…” Scott tried.  “Look man we get you like her- a lot- we get that trust me I’d do anything to make sure Kira never feels a hint of sadness again” Scott said.  “But she’s still going to feel sad every once in a while.  And some days, there’s going to be the chance that there’s nothing I can do but let her work it out herself-”

“You don’t get it” Stiles grumbled, pushing off the wall, and storming away from his friends.

“Stiles! You can’t just skip-!” Lydia called, running after him when he neared the entrance of the school.

“Watch me” He spat.  No, he wasn’t trying to hurt his friends feelings, it’s not their fault they didn’t understand you needed him.  But at the same time, he couldn’t believe they were so against the idea of him helping you.

“Stiles” Lydia spoke softer, putting her hand on his shoulder.  “Look, I know what you’re talking about.  I know tat you think-” She paused, licking her lips to think of a better choice of words, but none came to mind.  “-that she needs you” She finished.  “But Stiles, as your friend, you can’t just skip school because she’s a little sad” She sighed softly.  “Maybe after go over and-”

She was cut off by Stiles’ phone ringing in his hand.

“It’s her” He said quickly, answering it and walking outside.  “y/n? y/n are you okay?” He rushed the words out, and barely noticed Lydia standing behind him as he paced the steps.

“Stiles” You were crying, and he instantly shot his hand to his pocket in search for his keys.  “Stiles I- I did-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay just breathe I’m here”

“I’m sc-scared”

“Why? It’s okay, you’re sa-”

“I did something bad” You whispered, voice cracking.  Stiles’ brow furrowed.

“You’re going to be okay I’m coming over right now okay?”

“No!” You screamed out.  “No don’t come!”

“y/n I need to see you-”

“Don’t come Stiles don’t come” You whimpered.  “Please don’t come” Stiles nodded, walking towards his jeep.  “Please don’t, please please don’t come”

“Alright, alright I won’t” He heard something fall, to the floor maybe he couldn’t really tell.

“Ok-okay” You stuttered.  “I gotta go” He heard you sniffle a few times.

“Alright, I’ll probably call you in a bit when I leave school” Stiles said, unlocking his car door.

“Okay” You whispered.

“Text me though alright?”

“Okay, I will” You said.  “Bye Stiles-”

“y/n” You hummed into the receiver.  “You’re my sunshine, okay?” There was a pause between you, but he could hear a small breath leave your lips in the hint of a smile.  Not really a laugh or a giggle, but a soft sound that he knew meant he lifted your spirits at least a little.

“You’re mine too Stiles” You responded through tears.  Then you ended the call.

Stiles got in his Jeep and drove to your house.


tagged: @lena-lightwood, @seninjakitey, @morganschiebel

xoxo ~ Jordie
(ps: happy birthday crystal! allison imagine to come for the occasion)

Till You Come Back Home

I’m supposed to be taking a break from the Internet for my mental health, but I wrote this and it’s been burning inside me and I just need to put it out there. It’s set after last week’s Livewire episode, right after Mon El walks out of Kara’s apartment. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. I’ll be back soon. Here on A03.

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The silence rang loudly in Kara’s ears, stinging like a thousand decibels as she sat still, staring blankly at the door.

All she could do was breath, remind her eyes to blink when required, and refuse to fall apart. He didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve it, but she also didn’t know why it hurt this much.

Hurt. Was that even the right word? This wasn’t the first time she’d been left alone with this kind of mess, the aftermath of someone else’s desires and regrets poured out on the table in front of her like she was supposed to know what to do with them, how to arrange the pieces and hand it all back. With Winn, at least she was able to voice something, anything, even if it had crushed him temporarily. With James, it was harder. It took longer to figure out why she didn’t feel the same way, but the rejection part was easier, or so she thought. Now, it turned out she’d lost them both, her two closest friends lying, choosing to walk away, to put themselves in danger, not caring about anything but their own egos and the selfish need to prove themselves at the highest cost. She couldn’t watch it unfold if they weren’t willing to listen, to at least learn alongside her instead of charging out on their own. Then again, she hadn’t even given them that option.

Kara buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes, clutching her cheekbones as she rested her elbows on the table, resisting the urge to scream. Everything was changing so fast, even the good change felt like whiplash. She was so happy for Alex. She already loved Maggie like another sister, but it was still change. There was less time together as a family, more time left in solitude. And there, in that lonely space, was Mon El.

Every moment they spent together sent up a million red flags, and yet, it felt familiar, comforting in a way she couldn’t explain without sounding weak or needy or damaged. There was nothing about him that made her feel good or supported or better than she was before he came into her life, but there he was. He was there when other people weren’t, when everyone else had their own lives and callings and demons to conquer. He wanted to help her, even if he didn’t know how, and more importantly, he wanted her. And the truth was, she wanted to be wanted. Just not by him.

That’s why this sick, sinking feeling came when he told her. That’s why she felt the impulse to run, even if she had coaxed it out of him, demanded he tell her the real reason he wanted to be partners. Because the truth, while flattering and warming and reassuring on some level, was still not enough, but he hadn’t even given her the chance to make that decision, to come to her own conclusions. Instead, he chose to spill his guts, tell her to forget it all, pretend it never happened, leaving her once again, more alone than she’d ever felt.

She sighed deeply, pushing away from the table, slowly making her way towards the bedroom, shrugging off her jacket as she flopped onto the bed. She knew she should sleep. That always made her feel better, even if she woke up still not having the answers to fix everything that was broken. But instead, she found herself scanning her phone, sifting through text messages, facing the urge to make one more call, one more attempt at the connection she craved before calling it a night.

The phone rang, and rang some more. Panic began to sink in again, until finally, she heard the line pick up.

“Yes, I’m still alive,” Cat teased. “No thanks to Supergirl.”

“I know you would have done the same thing,” Kara argued, undoing her ponytail, letting her hair fan out across the bed. “And Supergirl wouldn’t have let her go if she didn’t know with absolute certainty you’d be safe.”

“How can she be so sure of that?”

“Oh, she has her ways,” Kara insisted.

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I Know I Shouldn't (Part 2)

Loki x OC

Warnings: language, violence 

A/N: I am including characters from actual Norse mythology, as well as from the movie franchize. There might be some spoilers, I’m not writing this with any specific time line in mind.



Loki POV

I’d tried to tell her.

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