“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.
“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”
“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”
Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?
“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?
“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.
Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.
“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.
“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face, Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”
“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.
Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.
He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.
“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.
“What did you do?”
“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”
Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”
Harry’s frown deepened.
“What did she put in his tea?”
Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”
Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s why he’s being so weird?”
“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.
Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.
Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.
Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.
As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.
Sooooo I know I haven’t done a fic recs list in a long, long, long time; it’s not because I haven’t been READING fic; I just haven’t gotten around to downloading any of my bookmarks in a while, which is how I create these nowadays. So here’s a batch! I’m going to try to queue some of these up so this isn’t a once in a blue moon thing anymore.
impending | suddenlyatiger | 966 | Gen | 2018-09-01
John’s thought process halts so fast he can almost hear the sound of tires squealing.
Stiles was following the sounds of movement to the only open doorway when the screaming started. The man’s agonized cries were augmented by the sound of breaking bones. Stiles was through the doorway with his wand out before it occurred to him to be afraid, but by then it was too late.
Derek Hale—fifth year, walking wet dream, star quidditch beater, Gryffindor’s most eligible bachelor, and Stiles’s crush since first year—was curled up on the floor and turning into a wolf.
Derek was a werewolf.
Derek was a rampaging monster that killed people on the full moon…and he was looking right at Stiles.
OR: the Hogwarts AU where Stiles follows Derek past the Whomping Willow and into the Shrieking Shack on the night of a full moon.
Derek has learned to be a good Alpha in most of the ways that count. The problem is, now that he’s well-adjusted, safe, and happy, it’s time to turn his attention to the one thing he’s always sucked at: finding a nice, sweet Omega mate.
Lucky for him, Erica and Stiles have ideas on how to make that as painless as possible.
In which Derek Hale is a failwolf and somehow, ends up going speed dating.
He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”
After an embarrassing break-up finds Stiles crashing on Scott’s couch, Stiles is supposed to be figuring out his life, not lusting after Scott’s gorgeous, but surly, neighbor. When real life catches up with him, Stiles will have to make a choice: move on or make the same mistakes all over again.
Stiles never thought this would actually happen. He’s been watching—not stalking—Derek for weeks, watching him sort through books, scribble things in his notebooks, look bored when talking to students asking for information. He’s never seen Derek shove anyone up against the shelf and suck a mark into their neck like he’s doing right now.
An arranged marriage to Lady Jennifer Blake hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at first. But lately Derek hasn’t been so sure about it anymore. It might have something to do with one of her household - Stiles Stilinski, with golden eyes and a scent of salt and sea that Derek just cannot forget. He’s a mystery Derek is dying to solve.
“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa… Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you… and I need both of you, gods help me.”
He sounded so tired that it made Arya sad. “I don’t hate Sansa,” she told him. “Not truly.” It was only half a lie. ― Arya II, A Game of Thrones.
y’all’re really out here actively defending and stanning people who literally commit murder and other terrible atrocities who haven’t shown any remorse or any intention to apologize while simultaneously calling zebede the fucking devil…. damn
listen man it’s real fucked up to write fics like that abt real people, but he’s probably the most socially stunted trolls we’ve ever seen, which, when u consider this takes place in a society where having a best friend is on equal levels of having a significant other, explains his socially unaware/creepy demeanor and actions at some point. is it still okay that he literally writes smut fanfics of real people he’s talked to before? hell no! but that problem is easily fixable, and, once he’s aware of his wrongdoings (+ his self-pitying habits), he’ll be a much better person.
anyways he’s a lil bumblebee…… indeed shaped like a friend!
Harry woke up suddenly, sitting up straight in his bed. His heart pounded, still reacting to his nightmare. He looked around and tried to make sense of his surroundings. The darkness stretched across the room, but he could make out figures, breathing slowly as they slept. Harry sighed with relief.
He was in his dorm room, in the eighth year tower. Not many students wanted to continue their studies after the war, so the school just made one large space for those who decided to come back. Harry was one of them. Hermione and Ron came back, too. All of the Gryffindors. Most of the Hufflepuff’s and Ravenclaws. Even a good amount of Slytherins. The most surprising of them being Draco. A lot of people thought he would be sent to Azkaban, but after the trails, he was charged not guilty and permitted back to Hogwarts. Many people wondered how he was let go so easily, but only a few knew why.
Harry had been there, vouching for Draco, telling them that he was forced into the situation. What he said to Dumbledore. Everything… All but one. No one knew about it, not even Ron or Hermione. They didn’t understand that Draco really did recognize Harry at the Manor that night. But Harry knew. He could see it in his eyes.
Harry sighed, quietly getting up so as not to wake any of his roommates. He looked at his invisibility cloak, shaking his head and slipping out the door without it. He had a habit of waking up from nightmares, but it was especially frequent after the war. On nights like these he found his way up to the astronomy tower and stared at the sky, often waiting until he could see shades of pink break past the dark horizon. He was never interrupted there. He could think in peace.
He didn’t bother putting on shoes. He liked the way the cold felt against his feet. It grounded him.
He turned a corner, finding himself at the foot of the towers stairs, when he froze. A dark figure glided towards him, walking into the light of a torch.
“Malfoy.” Harry breathed. “… You startled me.”
“So even the chosen one gets scared?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow, but there was no venom to his voice. In fact, he sounded tired.
“Guess so…” Harry didn’t bother fighting back. He was still distracted by Draco’s presence. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you-” Malfoy stopped his usual retort. He narrowed his eyes at Harry, as if contemplating something. Then he let out an exasperated breath. “I’m going to the Astronomy tower.”
Harry blinked. “Oh…” His heart fell, his night plans going sour. He turned away from the stairs, “Have fun then.”
“What are you doing here?” Malfoy said quickly.
“Er…” Harry nodded towards the stairs awkwardly.
Draco stared at him for a moment before putting his nose in the air, “Well, no ones stopping you,” and glided up the steps. Harry glanced around, wondering what his next move should be, before his legs automatically brought him in stride with Malfoy.
They found their way to the top, settling down on a bench. Harry didn’t bother questioning why they sat at the same one. The company was oddly… refreshing.
They sighed in unison, staring out to the horizon. The night was bright with an almost full moon. Stars flitted in and out of sight, twinkling among a few clouds barely visible against the dark sky.
It seemed long, but Harry knew it could have only been several minutes. He was itching with a question, one he’d been holding to himself, never dreaming he’d be able to ask. After a few excruciating moments, Harry broke.
“Why did you let me go that day?” He blurted out.
Draco barely flinched. “What do you mean?”
“At the manor.”
Draco glanced at him boredly. “I used to live there, Potter. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You know what I’m talking about.” A flare of frustration shot through his chest. “When they captured me. Greyback. You told them you didn’t know whether it was me or not.”
Harry paused. Waiting for an answer.
Draco looked straight ahead of him, expressionless. “So it was you.”
“But you knew that already.” Harry said angrily. He wasn’t making any sense.
“Potter, I don’t understand why we’re talking about this. The war is over.” He rubbed his eyes and Harry almost felt bad.
“Not for me.” He pushed.
“Well, it is for me.”
“Then why can’t you sleep?”
“I like the stars.”
Harry huffed, leaning back against the bench. He ran a hand through his hair. He knew, of course, that Draco wouldn’t talk to him. But he had to try. He looked back up to the horizon. It looked different now. His irritation changing the serenity of the scene. He turned again towards Malfoy, just enough to look at him without seeming obvious. The moon made his platinum hair glow and his grey eyes shine. If it wasn’t for his somber expression, he would have looked untouchable. Almost ethereal.
“Why didn’t you tell them…” Harry jumped at Draco’s sudden words. “At the trails. That I hadn’t given you away.”
“I thought you didn’t know it was me.”
“Potter.” Draco pleaded. He closed his eyes, furrowing his brow in a pained expression.
“… I guess, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t my imagination. That you really had protected me.”
“You seemed pretty sure it wasn’t your imagination a moment ago.” Malfoy turned to lock eyes with Harry. They were dark and intense, challenging him to be as honest as he wanted Draco to be.
“I guess…” Harry took a deep breath, looking away from him. “I guess I didn’t want to share that moment. With anyone.”
Draco said nothing, so Harry continued. “It was the moment I realized you were never the enemy. The moment I realized none of this was your fault. That it was mine.”
There was more silence before, “You complete prat, Harry Potter.”
Harry snapped his head back to Malfoy, startled by the use of his full name, then startled again to see grey, watery eyes.
“Your fault? How?”
“I was the one who brought in Fenrir to the school, I was the one who fixed that bloody cabinet, I was the one who got Dumbledore killed! I helped the Dark Lord, I even got this damned mark to prove it!” Draco was on his feet now, face red with anger, as he wrenched his pajama sleeve up to reveal his dark mark. He laughed maniacally, as if the world had finally broken in half on top of him. “I even gloated! As if I was the most important shit in this place. And you, you get me out of Azkaban, after saving the entire fucking wizarding world, and you have the gall to tell me it’s all your fault? You don’t know shit about fault, Potter. Don’t you dare try to take that achievement from me, too.”
Harry’s eyes were wide with astonishment. Draco breathed heavily, face splotchy and pink. He seemed embarrassed, but held his gaze nonetheless.
They stared at each other, unsure of what to do next, when suddenly Harry snorted.
Then Malfoy laughed. It was short, just coming up from the back of his throat.
Then they were both laughing. Quietly at first, before building up to loud, obnoxious guffaws. Draco slipped back in his seat, holding onto the bench to keep himself steady. Harry was doubled over, taking large breathes in between it all.
“Wh-Why are you -ha!- laughing?” Draco managed.
“I-I don’t -pfft- know! Why a-are you?”
Draco shrugged, although it looked odd with his shoulders already shaking, “I’m an utter lunatic?”
That only made them laugh more, eventually gripping onto each other with the intensity of it all. It died down eventually. They took in shallow breaths, trying to keep themselves from smiling. Small chuckles escaped once or twice.
Harry looked up once he was calm enough, finding one hand placed on Draco’s thigh and the other underneath his fingers, their hands resting at the top of the benches back. Their bodies faced each other, calves folded beneath them.
Draco looked up as well, a small smile still on his lips. Harry glanced to them, watching his mouth curve back down to a slight frown.
“Draco.” Harry glanced back to his eyes. He looked surprised as the use of his first name. “Tell me… Please.”
A flash of fear went across his face, making him look away. He settled for looking at their intertwined fingers.
“Why is it so important to you?” He whispered.
Harry thought for a moment, a slow blush creeping up his own neck as he realized the real reason he wanted to know.
“Because I’m hoping it meant what I want it to mean.” He said before he could stop himself.
Draco froze, keeping his eyes glued to their hands. “… What did you want it to mean?”
“You tell me,” Harry breathed, inching his face closer to Draco’s. Enough so that if he were to turn, just a bit…
Draco remained still.
“Why didn’t you tell them it was me, Draco.” Harry could see him shiver at his own name.
“Because… Because I-” But he never finished, instead turning and catching Harry’s lips into his own. Harry reacted late, Draco already shifting so that he could tilt his head back, forcing Harry’s mouth open. Harry suddenly moved, letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arms around Draco’s torso. He moaned. Or did Draco moan? It wasn’t clear, all they could do was try to be as close to each other as possible.
Harry moved his mouth with Draco’s, his tongue sliding along the others. He felt along the hem of his pajamas, slipping his fingers against Draco’s cool skin.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, Harry was being pushed back. He caught himself before he could fully fall off his seat, blinking rapidly towards Malfoy-who was currently wide eyed and flushed. His lips were already swollen and slick with saliva. He quickly wiped his mouth, shaking while he did so.
“Draco-?” Harry started, but Malfoy abruptly stood up.
“It’s Malfoy to you, Potter.” He snapped, trying to straighten his shirt.
“D-don’t you dare try that again. I-I’ll-” He couldn’t finish, somehow getting redder and redder by the minute.
“You’re the one who-!”
“Well, you obviously seduced me! Sure you’re not a Slytherin? Because that was some sly manipulation if I’ve ever seen any.” Draco huffed, crossing his arms.
Harry could only laugh, but that made Draco turn on his heel and storm out.
“Wait!” Harry called to him. He merely stopped, turning his head ever so slightly. “Same time tomorrow night?”
There was a pause and a twitch on the corner of his mouth, looking suspiciously like a smile, before Draco continued down the stairs.
Harry let a long breath out. He couldn’t help but grin, before a thought dawned on him.
Sorry if I tagged you and you’re not interested/don’t wanna be tagged
graysondolan is typing….
I looked away from my notebook to see a Snapchat from Grayson. I opened it to see he had wrote,
How’s studying going tonight?
I sighed as I started to type back,
Same old same old. Boring and mentally draining wbu
I closed the app and turned off my phone before I looked back at my iMac. I had met Grayson online on Snapchat. He accidentally added me when trying to add someone else. It became a happy accident when he snapped me in a video and apologized. I was instantly captivated by not only his sharp and defined jaw, but his cute accent. It was bad on my part to go off looks, but that’s all I had until I posted about being sad. He slid up and said he was there to talk. I didn’t even know him and he had reached out to me. That night I cried more than I had in a long time, and through my tear streaked rant videos I sent, his words mended my heart and I felt better.
graysondolan is typing….
I opened the notification to see his reply,
I’m playing fortnite. Listen I have a serious question
I sent back some question marks and I could see he was still there. In seconds his text appeared,
Can I have your number?
I bit my lip before I typed out the digits and I sent it. My phone buzzed with a text that said, “Hey it’s Gray 🤪” I smiled before I replied with, “Y/N ✨” I turned back to my work before I saw that he wanted to FaceTime. I accepted his call and laid my phone on my knee. “Hey, Y/N.” Grayson said. He sounded tired but I smiled and moved so he could see me. “Hey Gray. What’s up?” He stretched and yawned, “E went to bed early and I was bored. Figured I could help you through your studying.” He said as he propped his chin on his palm.
I looked at him and smiled, “Be prepared to listened to me curse at myself and potentially cry.” His smile made my chest tighten. “I’m ready for whatever you’re gonna throw at me Princess.” Nicknames, I liked it. I nodded to him before I turned on my music quietly as my parents slept down the hall. I turned back to my iMac as I read the word problems for the online English homework.
He laid and played video games as I studied. I dropped my pen and put my face in my hands, “Fucks sake.” Grayson shuffled and was soon on the screen, “You good, babe?” I rolled my eyes as the pet name. “No. I just got an email from my teacher that said our projects were due a week early because his wife might go into labor soon. Like what the actual fuck?” Gray sighed, “What’s the project?” I looked at him, “You can’t help me with it, Gray. You live miles away. I’m gonna fuckin’ fail.”
His frown mirrored my thoughts before he looked at me. “I’ll do research for you while you finish your English homework. I can read you what I find.” My eyes widened, “I seriously love you so much right now! It’s over World War Two.” He nodded and I saw him pull his MacBook onto his lap. I turned back to my iMac and I started to type away on my English homework.
I sat in my car in the parking lot of school with my phone on my leg. “Hey Princess?” I smiled at Grayson’s voice. “I passed the class Gray! I finished American History with flying colors thanks to you.” I heard his scoff, “You did all the hard work babe.” I felt my cheeks heat up as I started to drive. “I just wanted to say thank you.” He got quiet and I heard a, “Yo Gray! Who ya talkin’ to?” Grayson sighed, “Y/N.” The person laughed a little, “She go here?” Grayson shook his head, “She lives in a different state bro. Close to Random City.” I smiled at the fact he remembered.
My friends had planned to double date tonight with me and a boy, Keith. My night had turned sour when my date didn’t show. I left early and went home. On my story I posted a picture of me holding my shoes with a smile, “Don’t make plans with people if you’re not gonna follow through :) skipping out on dates is lame” I put my shoes on the floor and started to undo my hair. After I had gotten my dress off, my phone buzzed. Grayson wanted to FaceTime. I accepted the call and pointed my camera to the ceiling.
“Babe, you doin’ okay?” He asked softly. I sniffled and shook my head as I tugged one of my oversized Adidas shirts on. I slid on some shorts before I carried Gray to the bathroom. He stayed quiet as I removed my makeup before I threw the wipe away. “Is there something wrong with me?” I asked as I went downstairs. I was going to eat some buttered up toast. “Why would you say that? Because some dick stood you up?” I shook my hair as I moved my hair out of my face, “No. You wouldn’t understand, Gray.” He scoffed, “Why not?” I rolled my eyes as I looked at him.
It was the first time he had seen me since our call started. I saw the left over mascara caked under my eyes in little pitch black trails on my cheeks. “You probably get girls all the time, Grayson. You don’t have to worry about being good enough because you’re hot, and you’re nice, and you’re smart, and you’re funny. You shouldn’t worry about it because any girl is lucky to have you.” I said as I buttered some toast before I went to get a glass of juice. He was quiet for a bit before he cleared his throat. My eyebrows raised and I picked my phone up before we were staring at each other. “If I’m all those things, and I’m so great, and I can have any girl, then why does the girl I want not want me?” I frowned, “She’s blind. And dumb. You’re great.”
He smiled slightly, “Well I wouldn’t say you’re blind or dumb.” My eyes widened at his confession and I smiled. “You can’t like me Gray.” This time his eyebrows raised, “Why’s that?” I shrugged a little and bit into my toast, “I live too far away.” He nodded and bit his lip, “Give me a chance?” My eyes found his again and I swallowed my toast, my throat felt like it was closing. I shouldn’t be this nervous, he barely knew me. He hasn’t even met me in person. “Yeah I guess I could give you a shot.” I teased. What the fuck did I just do?
“Gray!” I whisper shouted as I walked downstairs. He had called me at three forty eight in the morning to tell me he got a win on fortnite. “Baby, I was really proud of myself.” Since summer had started, Grayson and I stayed up late to talk. We had gotten off the phone at around two so I could go to bed. “I’m proud of you babe, but I’m sleepy.” He smiled at me, “Sorry princess. Sweet dreams.” I smiled at him as he blew me a kiss goodnight.
I was about to hang up and I sighed, “Wait, can you talk to me until I fall asleep?” I asked as I got a water bottle from the fridge and I shut the door. Gray’s eyes flicked from between me and the television in front of him, “Yeah of course, anything for you.” I smiled as I went back to my room. I propped my phone up and put it on the charger before I laid down and got comfortable. He could still see my face as he played. “Today Ethan and I went skateboarding, I ate shit.” I winced and he chuckled. “I’m okay babe.” He sent me a wink. I smiled back and my eyes closed.
“Gray!” I groaned and he laughed. It was July now. Grayson and had been dating for a little over two months. “I didn’t mean it like that baby! It’s all about how you interpret it.” I snorted at him as I touched up my makeup. My mom was taking me out to dinner tonight and I was getting ready. “You don’t need all the stuff, you know? I see you all the time when you don’t have it on, and I love you just as you are.” Grayson had told me he loved me a few times now, and I hadn’t said it back. “Thank you, Gray.” I said as I coated my lashes again.
“You wanna see my background, princess?” He asked and I nodded. My phone buzzed and I opened his text to see a picture of me sleeping on FaceTime. He had cropped it to just me and put little hearts over my hair. I smiled and went back to our call, “That’s so cute babe.” He winked at me, “Am I your background?” I shook my head, “I always fall asleep before you so I don’t have any off guard pictures. Send me one babe.” He nodded and left the call before I got a text. It was him in a chair, “Damn Gray.” I muttered as I went back to the call.
“My man is hot as fuck.” I groaned and he laughed. “Thanks baby.” I smiled widely at him before I gave him a thumbs up. I stood and turned to my closet. “I’ll try on outfits and send them.” I said as I slid on some jeans and a pink shirt. I put on some black vans and posed in my mirror before I sent him the snap. In seconds I heard him groan, I saw that he screenshotted it, and I laughed. “Fuck baby girl. You look so good.” He sighed heavily and I snorted with a laugh.
“I wanna kiss you so badly. And hug you, and take you places. My friends don’t believe you’re real. They think I’m stalking a girl off Insta and getting pictures.” I laughed as I looked down at him, “Oh my god. My friend said I was too ugly to be with you.” He rolled his eyes, “Not true.” I winked at him and sighed. “I gotta let you go so I can head out with my mom.” Grayson bit his lip before we locked eyes, “I’m gonna find a way to kiss you. And to hug you, and to show you off. Just you wait, Y/N.” I smiled and blew him a kiss before he ended the call.
It was August now. I was starting school soon, and I wasn’t emotionally ready. “I need a vacation.” I yelled. I was home alone on a Skype call. Grayson laughed at me and I looked at him with a pout. “I solved your problem before I knew it was an issue.” I raised a brow and leaned forward. “I bought you and your mom plane tickets to Jersey.” I pushed away from my desk and smiled, “Shut up, you didn’t!” I said happily. He nodded and smiled at my reaction. I started to cry as I sat back down. “Baby? You don’t like it?”
I shook my head and wiped under my eyes, “Gray I love it. I’m so fucking happy.” I said and he smiled. “I love you, Y/N. I told you I wanted a kiss and a hug. You’re my girl and I want you here.” I smiled at him and nodded. Grayson laughed softly and I did too. “When do I go? I need to tell my mom so she call call off work.” He checked the tickets, “Next week, Tuesday at six am. I’ll fly your mom back home but my long term goal is to get you to stay here for a week.” I nodded and I called my mom.
“Hey babe? What’s up?” She spoke. “Mom, Grayson is flying us out to Jersey!” She gasped, “I get to meet him?” I smiled, Grayson laughed. “I have you on speaker. He’s on Skype so he can hear you.” She laughed, “How long are we staying?” I bit my lip, “He said he would fly you home whenever. I was hoping to stay a little longer though.” She made a noise of disapproval. “How much longer is longer?” I looked at Grayson, “A week longer?” She sighed, “That’s not too bad. I’ll let it happen if you clean your room and have your stuff packed on time. Tell Grayson I can’t wait to meet him.” I looked to Grayson as we said our goodbyes and hung up. “So she’s down?” He asked and I nodded.
“Your room is cleaned and you’re packed. You know what that means?” My mom asked and I squealed happily. She laughed at my reaction. “I’m trusting you, honey. No funny business the week I’m gone.” She said as we headed into the airport. I nodded as we went in. Security didn’t take long and soon we were on our flight. Mom took a nap on my shoulder and I listened to music.
Landing and collecting our bags didn’t take long. I texted Grayson telling him we were here. “Y/N!” I heard someone shout. I turned and saw Ethan standing there. Behind him, his parents, sister, and Grayson stood. “Mom.” I said softly, she smiled at me. I turned and saw her recording me. I pushed my backpack off my shoulders before my legs carried me. Grayson started to move towards me and soon I was in his arms.
I started to cry softly against his neck as he spun me. I felt his hands on my skin and I felt electric. He pulled away and kissed me. My fingers tangled in his hair as he leaned forward slightly. I heard a few claps from random strangers and our families as my mother lugged everything to them. Grayson hugged me tighter and I sighed against his skin, “I love you so much.” I said softly. He stilled and pulled back, “I’ve waited three long months to hear those words.”
In the car, Cameron drove, Ethan sat shotgun, and Grayson and I sat in the back. My mom rode with our luggage in Sean and Lisa’s car. “So you’re the girl he never shuts up about?” Ethan asked as he turned in his seat. Grayson groaned and put his face against my shoulder. I squeezed his hand, “I’d hope I’m the only girl he talks about.” Grayson hissed at me playfully before he kissed me, “Of course you’re the only girl for me.” Ethan fake threw up. Cam laughed, “Ethan’s gonna be extra as fuck because he’s jealous so don’t take it to heart, Y/N.” Grayson’s laugh boomed from his chest, and I felt my heart swell.
Their house was huge in comparison to mine. My jaw dropped a little and Grayson laughed. I turned and saw him with my bags before he looked at our parents. “Can she sleep in my room or is that a no?” Lisa’s eyes widened, “Gray! No. Her and her mother are staying in the guest bed rooms. If I find out you’ve been sneaking around, I’m taking your phone.” Gray pouted before he led me inside. My mom laughed with Lisa and Sean about something that I couldn’t hear.
“I’m still gonna sneak into your room.” Gray muttered as he led me upstairs. “This one is closer to my room, and it has a bathroom beside it. I’ll get up to use the bathroom. Ethan’s room is next to mine and he can sleep through a tornado. Cam’s room is in the back part of the basement, and mom and dad sleep opposite of your mom’s guest room. We’ll be safe.” He rushed as he sat my bags on the dresser in front of the bed. I sat down and ran my hand over the comforter. “I can’t believe I’m here.” I said softly. He stood between my legs before he leaned down and kissed me. “Believe it.”
My mom had flown home yesterday. Things in the Dolan house were interesting. Sean and Lisa seemed to love me, Ethan had became my friend, and Cam loved to hang out. I was with Grayson and Ethan outside. “Sliding into your DMs like.” Ethan joked as he slid down the hill on a plastic sled. The boys had made a mud river in the backyard. “That one hurt, E. It was too real.” Gray joked.
I rolled my eyes before Ethan climbed back up and handed me the sled. “Your turn.” I looked at Gray before I smiled. “Push me.” I said as I sat on it. He gripped the end of it, “Ready?” I nodded, “One, two, three!” He yelled and I went sailing down the hill. I laughed before I flipped off it and landed on the grass. I gave them a thumbs up before I sat up and smiled. They both celebrated as I made my way back up.
I had showered and was now changed. The boys and I had planned a movie night tonight with Cam and the parents if they wanted to join. I opened the bathroom and stopped, seeing Gray leaning against the wall. “I got something to show you.” He said as he took my hand. I stopped by my room to put my stuff down, and followed him into his room. In his hands he held out one of his wrestling sweatshirts, a Long Valley high hoodie, some of his sweats, and a couple shirts. “Take these home with you. Here’s a bottle of my cologne so you can add more if the scent starts to fade.” I pulled him into a hug, before I kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Grayson.”
During the movie, I wore the hoodie over my shirt. The rest of the clothes got tucked into my suitcase. I left one of my hoodies on the bed and I was going to give it to him in return. His arm stayed around me as we laid together on the couch. Ethan laid on the floor with popcorn as he watched intently. I turned slightly and kissed Grayson’s chin. He squeezed my hand that was wrapped in his. I laid my head back on his chest as I watched. I felt my eyes shift closed and I sighed, allowing myself to slip into sleep.
I woke up tucked in bed with Grayson beside me. I sighed and moved closer before he laid his head on mine. Our hands locked and I smiled. “You awake?” I croaked, he nodded a bit before his eyes opened. I kissed his bottom lip and sighed, “You know we aren’t supposed to share a bed.” He shrugged and rolled on top of me before he kissed my neck lightly. “I wanted to sleep beside my girl. Cuddle her until she’s all snug against my chest. Press little kisses into her hair, ya know?” He muttered as he looked down at me. His muscles tensed in his arms as he held himself above me. “My man is extremely thoughtful. But he knows the rules.” He shrugged as he did a sort of push-up, touching his nose with mine. “I’ve never really cared for rules. Especially when they keep me from being with those I love.”
I yelled out as Ethan chased me around the backyard before I was suddenly in the air. I looked down to see the toned back of Grayson, and his thick ass in some red board shorts. “Put me down.” I groaned. Ethan laughed before he stopped running. “Can you stop tormenting my girlfriend?” Grayson complained to his twin. Ethan sighed, “Under one condition.” Grayson shook his head, “No I’m not doing a one condition type thing. Stop.” Ethan pouted and I shimmied my way off Grayson’s shoulder.
I walked over to Ethan before I poked his arm, “Tag you’re it.” Grayson sighed heavily as I cleared the yard to get away from Ethan. Ethan stopped in front of Grayson and smiled before he slapped his face, “Tag, bitch.” I laughed softly before Grayson zeroed in on me. “You’re in trouble.” He growled before he started to run after me. I squealed and hid behind Ethan before Grayson shoved E into the pool. I grimaced for his brother as he was fully clothed and now soaking wet.
Grayson’s chest heaved as he stopped in front of me, pressing his finger against my shoulder. “No more tag.” I frowned and he sighed. “Where you being so mean about me being friends with Ethan?” Ethan swam over, “Yeah, Gray. She needs to be approved by your twin. And so far I’m not too sure.” He teased. I rolled my eyes, “I’ll push you under, E.” I joked and Gray visibly became less stressed. My eyebrows creased and he ignored my look, taking my hand in his.
Our conversation was soon forgotten as we laid out on a pool chair. I had worn little to nothing, with my bathing suit underneath. Grayson only had on his trunks to swim in, and we laid chest to chest. My head laid in the crook of his neck as he drew patterns on my skin. “What are you gonna do back home?” He asked softly. I shrugged, “Call you, try to save money to fly you to my house. You and Ethan probably. I don’t think he could survive without you.”
Gray laughed a little and nodded. “It’s mutual though. He’s my best friend.” I nodded and looked up at him, “I really do love you Gray. I’m gonna miss this so much.” He nodded and sighed. “Ethan and I do online high school. I could always fly over and be with you.” I shook my head, “Wouldn’t want you to waste your money.” He kissed my hair, “It’s not a waste if I get to see you.”
“Goodbye sweetheart. I’m gonna miss you.” Lisa said as she hugged me tightly. Sean squeezed my shoulder as he pulled me in. “Stay safe kiddo.” Cam took me into her arms and sighed, “I love ya, tiny tot. Don’t ever change and come back soon.” I nodded and smiled, “Oh I so will. We still need to talk about which Jonas brother is the better one, and which member of Big Time Rush we would be with on tour.” She snorted and nodded, “Sounds like a date.” We shared another hug before Ethan pulled me in.
“Thank you for making Grayson so happy. He’s deserves you and needs you. I don’t think you know how happy he is. Gray and I have been bullied and hated on our entire lives. When he came into my room and said there was a girl that loved him, that truly cared, I knew I had to meet her. You’re shorter than what I pictured.” I rolled my eyes and we laughed, “But you’re everything he needs and more. So from a brother, and now your friend, thanks for making my twin the happiest guy on earth.” I smiled widely and hugged Ethan tighter, “He’s definitely worth everything I have. I’m so happy he loves me, I’m the lucky one honestly.” I said softly as I pulled away. Ethan kissed my head before I turned to Gray. His leg had been bouncing all morning, and now he looked sick.
I held open my arms and he almost fell into them. I sighed against his shirt before I looked up and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Grayson.” He smiled down at me and closed his eyes before pulling my back in. “I love you too.” His voice was muffled by my hair and shoulder. I moved away to wipe my eyes before I looked at the entire Dolan family.
“I hadn’t planned on crying but E made me sad, and Gray made me cry.” I said softly. Lisa pulled me in again and rubbed my back. “I’m a call away and I’ll happily pay to fly you out again.” She said softly. I nodded and looked back at Grayson. He took my hand in his and looked at his parents and siblings, “I’m gonna walk her to the gates. I’ll catch up with you all later.” Lisa kissed his cheek and they departed. Gray and I walked forward, he carried my heaviest bag much to my chagrin.
We stopped and I let me head fall against his shirt. “I’m gonna miss you.” I muttered. He nodded and laid his head on mine. “I’m a call away. Hopefully I can fly you in around Christmas. Jersey is much more fun with snow.” I nodded and smiled before I wiped my eyes. “I have something for you, it probably won’t fit because it’s mine, but here.” I said as I pulled a black Nike hoodie from my bag. “I used to wear this thing all the time, it’s my favorite. You gave me a bunch of your clothes to snuggle in and I thought it was only fair.” I said, my voice cracked a bit and he smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. I love it. But I have a surprise for you too.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a box. I covered my mouth with a gasp as he opened it to reveal a simple silver necklace with a G hanging off the end. “I got one with your initial too.” He said as he lifted it from behind his shirt. I smiled and took it out of the box before he latched it on my neck. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of our necks. “New background for my Mac. I love you, Gray.” He nodded and smiled, “I love you more. Please be safe on your flight and text me as soon as you land.” I nodded and leaned up, meeting him half way, before we shared our last kiss until the first flake of snow hit the Jersey soil.
Summary: the reader is staying at the twins’ house for a week, and on the first night, she gets scared while in the guest bedroom
Author’sNote:hi!!! I’m a new blog for the boys, and this is my first imagine ever, so I’m sorry if it’s a lil cheese 😅
Warning(s): fear of ghosts, language, kinda long
The guest bedroom is totally haunted.
Okay, so, obviously that’s (probably) not true. I know that the elongated shadows creeping across the foot of the bed are from the tree outside the window, and I know that the eerie noises humming in the walls are from the washing machine, and I know that the sight of the closet doorknob slowly turning is an optical illusion.
I know that ghosts aren’t real. I know that. But sometimes I’m a titty-baby who has a hard time accepting the logic of situations.
…which is why I’m on the cold hardwood floor of the hallway, curled up into a small ball on top of throw pillows and a flimsy blanket.
Honestly, I’d like to say that I tried to tough through my ridiculous childhood fear. In a way, I suppose I did. I laid in the dark guest bedroom for at least four hours all by myself. Of course, when something fell in the closet, I couldn’t risk staying in that room any longer.
So, I moved to the couch - but the possibility of a ghost watching me from the hallway was too great to ignore.
That’s when I made the decision to sleep in the hallway outside of the boys’ rooms. I don’t want to wake them and make them go on a ghost hunt with me, and I really don’t feel like putting up with the incessant teasing that it’s sure to rouse. I love Ethan and Grayson - they’re my best friends - but sometimes they’re a handful.
Hopefully I’ll wake up before they do, so I can retreat back to the guest bedroom in the early morning light (when ghosts don’t seem as scary), and they will never know.
It’s definitely probable that I’ll be up before Ethan - the lights and sounds of Fortnite are still shining and shrieking from underneath his bedroom door.
Because of this, I settle my pathetic huddle half-way between his room and Grayson’s, with my head closer to Grayson’s door to minimize the amount of stimulation I’m exposed to - and immediately the close proximity to the guys works its magic. There are no ghosts… or at least if there are, they can’t touch me here, when I’m a door away from protection.
My eyelids are fluttering, ears no longer hot, hands no longer clammy. I’ve barely hit the pillow before I’m drifting.
Of course, it’s right when I’m on the cusp of sleep that Ethan’s door opens.
Son of a bitch. There goes my perfect plan.
Internally cringing so hard that I damage all organs, I roll over, facing him with a forced smile. He’s shirtless, wearing red basketball shorts and a pair of thick white socks. He hasn’t shaved recently, and he’s sporting a wispy beard to show it. His eyes are bleary, and he rubs at them as he stares down at me.
Yoongi sometimes spends days in his studio, so in order to lure him out of his area you slowly remove items out of the room. He didn’t notice the first few things you took, like a mouse and a flash drive, so stepping things up a notch you decided to steal his pillow he uses for sleeping when he spends the night over. However you didn’t expect him to call you at four in the morning. Lazily you reached over and picked up your phone annoyed. “Yoongi I was asleep you ass!” You hissed tiredly.
“I wanted to be too but someone stole my stuff!” He sounded tired and over worked but mostly angry, so you didn’t take what he said personal. “Well maybe you should just come home and sleep,” you suggested falling back into the shared bed. You heard him groan “What’s the point when I’ll come back in like two hours? I just need a little power nap. So please just… can you bring it back?” He question, you could never say no to Yoongi and it was worse when he said please.
“Fine,” you mumbled “I’ll be there in 25,” you said rolling out of bed. “Thank you, I guess I grab something to eat while I wait,” he mumbled before hanging up. You rolled your eyes dropping your phone down “I love you too!” You cooed into the darkness before standing up out of bed holding his pillow then traveling to the front door. You pulled on some uggs and grabbed your keys before getting into the car. You drove through the early morning over to the studio. You made your way to Yoongi’s studio punching in the code only to find he wasn’t back yet, you tossed the pillow on the couch before turning to leave.
You smiled before kicking off your shoes and climbing onto the couch laying down with the covers over yourself. It was a few minutes before Yoongi walked through the door and a gummy smile crossed his lips and he chuckled at you. He rubbed his face before looking back over at you once again “"You’re my new pillow?“ You nodded and held your arms open for him. He rolled his eyes before happily falling down next to you. You wrapped him up in your arms. He instantly relaxed against you, “I’m glad you’re here,” he muttered into your neck “I miss sleeping with you.” His breath tickled your neck. “Thank you for coming Jagi,” you ran your fingers through his hair smiling into his head. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, “I love you,” he said barely audible but it was enough for you.
((OOC: Someone asked me a while back if I had any writing prompts? Here’s a fic idea I’d like to see.
Soulmates are born with their fated partner’s FIRST. WORDS.
8,000,000 people looking for the one who said “Ma-ma!” with the right inflection. People from different countries daydreaming about their dreamy foreign soulmate who rolled, drooling, on a fine rug and burbled “PAPA!” to a room of delighted relatives.
The one individual with the word “Benadryl” stamped on her forearm. Who was that child? Where is her grown up precocious baby? Do they still have allergies to this day?
This is the thought that woke me up at midnight. Have at it, kiddies.))
summary: Shawn and y/n get into a heated fight and Shawn says some things he doesn’t mean.
warnings: swearing, angst ig
Ever since shawn left they’ve been fighting constantly, It was almost too much for her. She was tired and so was he. Their fights have been bad for the last week but today was the worst one of all.
He was in Los Angeles finishing doing some promo for his new album and I was back at home finishing the last semester of college.
“I cant talk right now y/n! I have to go to an interview soon.” Shawn said holding the phone to his ear.
“Shawn all I was calling for was to ask how your day was but it seems like you’re too busy” I said already annoyed
“I’m fine alright. I don’t see why I have to tell you what I’m doing and how I’ve been every single minute of every single day gosh y/n!” He said raising his voice a bit.
“First of all I don’t call you every single minute and second I’m your girlfriend what’s so wrong with asking how your day has been!” My voice rising as his did.
“It’s annoying that’s why y/n I can’t be answering your phone calls when I have more important things to do and I at least have an actual job that I love to attend to!” He was practically yelling at this point. What he said really got me mad.
“You know what Shawn goodbye because I’m apparently not important enough for your time.” And with that I hung up,
As the day went by and I couldn’t stop thinking about what shawn said over the phone. It felt like he didn’t think I was important enough for him. I mean I wasn’t a model or a celebrity for that matter, I was just a normal person who is still in college trying to figure out what she wants in life. The past week had her rethinking their entire relationship. Did he not love her anymore? Is he going to break up with her and find someone better than her? All these questions running through her head had her overwhelmed and she felt the tears start to form in her eyes. The thought of not having Shawn in her life anymore broke her. The sound of her phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked at the caller ID and seeing that shawn was calling her. She thought it was weird because in Los Angeles it was around midnight for him. But she hesitantly answered.
“Shawn why are you up and calling so late” I said voice cracking a bit.
“I can ask you the same thing y/n” Shawn said sighing.but voice quiet.
“Couldn’t sleep” I mumbled. “Why’d you call me, shawn?” sighing into the phone.
“I need to talk to you. I don’t like being stuck in the middle of this.” He said
“Shawn I’d rather talk to you face to face than on a phone call”
“Me too that’s why I’m on a plane home. So we can work this out.” He sounded very tired but I couldn’t resist smiling a bit when he said he was coming home.
“Okay bye. See you soon..“
“Bye… y/n I’m so sorry that we’re still stuck in the middle…” Shawn said quietly.
“Yeah. me too” And I hung up.
It was around 4 am when I heard the keys opening the door. I had fallen asleep on the couch after the phone call. I laid back up so that I was sitting and pretending that I was using my phone. “y/n?” Shawn said as he walked through the door. You turned your head to look at him. “Hi” you said softly. He dropped his suitcase by the door and made his way over to you sitting on the ottoman. There was a moment of silence before he said something.
“look, y/n, I’m sorry I raised my voice over the phone. I’m just really tired. Can we just call it a truce? I don’t want to go to bed like this.” He said while putting both of his hands on your knees but you jerked away from him.
You were already in a bad mood for waiting several hours for him. This just made you even angrier.
“No actually. That really fucking hurt, I’m actually disappointed in you. That’s surprising for the Shawn Mendes. I thought you were better than that.“
He was quite for a second then responded.
“What do you mean?”
He was being delusional at this point. Just like he always does when we argue.
“When you said you had more important things to do! Am I not important to you anymore? huh shawn? Tell me right now that we’re sitting here face to face.”
His cheeks flushed red. He’s getting angry.
“Because my job is important! And I cant have you breathing down my neck 24/7 y/n! I had to do things and you called me at a very frustrating time!”
He replied practically yelling.Your face started to heat up.
“Well you could’ve explained that instead of being a dick about it! I call you because I care about you!What kind of girlfriend wouldn’t call their boyfriend to check how they’re doing?!”
You yelled back standing up now.
“I have shit to do y/n! I’m always fucking busy, you should know this by now! I’m always doing stuff, I cant always be answering your calls all the time! I actually do things unlike you who sits around all day!”
He yelled back standing up as well. Completely ignoring what you just said.
“Well some of us actually have NORMAL lives and don’t get to do what we want. We all don’t live rich lives. Shawn I have college to attend! I’m always busy working on projects too! Yet I still take the time to call you!”
Tears started forming in your eyes.
“Well maybe I should find someone else who can handle how I live!”
He yelled back. He seen your face change and immediately wanted to take it back.
“y/n I didn’t.. that’s not what I-”
“I don’t want to hear it shawn. I’ll get my stuff tomorrow if that’s how you feel.”
You grabbed your keys and slid your shoes on walking towards the door.
Shawn pleaded as he got up and grabbed your arm touching the doorknob.
“Maybe you should find someone better than me.”
You walked ripped your arm out of his grasp and slammed the door walking out.
As soon as you got in your car the tears streamed down your face. You spent the night at a friends.Then when you woke up you went to get your things. As you drove back last night flashed into your mind. You teared up a little as you parked your car. You walked up the flight of stairs and to your house number. You unlocked the door and walked in. You saw shawn sitting on the couch sniffling with red puffy eyes. Your heart broke at the sight, but you still were mad at him.
“I didn’t mean it… come back…“
He didn’t notice you. He hugged the pillow tighter crying into it.You stepped closer and gripped your sweater.
You said your voice cracking a little. he shot up and looked at you. Tears started streaming down his face again. He couldn’t help it and embraced you in a tight hug. You were hesitant at first but hugged him back tighter.
“y/n I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean any of it.. I was just really stressed out at the time…” He said in between breathes. “I’m so sorry”
“Shawn you don’t how hard it is having you gone all the time and constantly fighting when your away.” I said burying my face in his chest.
“You’re right. I don’t know what its like to be you, I don’t know what it’s like but I’m trying to. I’m really trying to because I love you so much and I get so worried I might lose you every time we argue and get caught up in the moment.” Shawn said resting his head on the crook of your neck. “Just- just please don’t ever leave me” He said voice below a whisper.
“Shawn-” He pulled back and grabbed my face with both of his hands.
“ And I’m so sorry I never meant to say you weren’t important to be because you are! You are the most important thing in my life and I would even give up my job to be with you. I love you so much and I’m so stupid for saying those things cause I didn’t mean any of it. I love you y/n” Shawn said looking into your eyes.
“I love you too shawn” You said pulling him into a kiss.
Once you puled away you said. “Why don’t we go to the movies. I know that always cheers us up?”
“Of course” Shawn said smiling and grabbing your hand leading you to the door.
This is my first imagine and I really hope you guys like it. My request box is open if you guys would like to request anything. All the love M…xx
This is just what I wanted to write after reading something like this. I wanted to make my own version. :)
He doesn’t react at first, maybe because he hears and says it so often. Everbody loves The Father and he loves everybody in return. He has said them to you, on occasion, when you needed his guidance, but not in the way you want him to say it. Your love for him is special, different, and he sees it in your eyes when you look at him. You have never loved anyone like you love him. It is a burning fire in your heart, yet pure at the same time.
When he finally moves he takes your hands and kisses your fingertips briefly, drawing you into his body. His warmth fills you and you want to relax into his comforting embrace. But you don’t have the chance to do that; he takes your face and places several kisses over it. First on your forehead like he does so often, after that on your eyelids when you close your eyes to relish in the contact, then your cheeks, his short beard tickling you, and finally he arrives at your mouth. You feel him exhale softly. “My dear, dear, darling child.”, his thumbs stroke over your cheeks.
“I did not dare hope but it seems that God has finally guided us together. I am joyous, for I have found the one my heart loves.”
Happiness bursts in your chest and you feel tears of relief flow over your face. “We will walk to Eden’s Gate together as God intented.”
John completely stops in his tracks, eyes wide and disbelieving. There is something in his expression that makes your heart break a little, makes you want to reach out and hang unto him, make him forget whatever terrors have made him this way.
He looks like he doesn’t know how to handle this and you do what your instincts tell you, wrapping your arms around his middle. You repeat the words, “I love you. Iloveyou. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou…”, it becomes a mantra and you stand there, not letting go until you hear a strange sound escape John’s throat. It is a sob and you hold tighter as silent shudders wrack his shoulders, as he buries his face in your shoulder and you feel wetness soak the fabric of your shirt. Your hand finds its way to the back of John’s head and you keep him against you, wanting to shield him from the world that has been so cruel to him. Both of you stay there, standing in his kitchen. Your own sadness burns behind your lids and you kiss John’s temple, honored that he is allowing this, allowing you to witness his weakness and cradle you in the curve of your body.
You don’t know how long you have been like this and begin to feel tired from standing still when he mutters a word. “Yes.” Nothing else, but you know what it means. He has accepted you and you feel like you could burst.
The oldest Seed drops his truck keys when the words leave your mouth, you hadn’t meant to say them out loud, but he had looked so tired when the alarm sounded and you had just wanted to comfort him.
“What”, he says slowly, weirdly managing to make it sound like a statement rather than a question. You shrink and avert your eyes, blushing and stuttering. “Well'uh, ah…”, he strides to stand in front of you, thumb raising your chin to look you into the eyes. “Whatever you thought you were going to achieve with this, don’t bother. I am a soldier, I live and die for my family. Loving me will only hurt you. And that will make you weak.”, his blue gaze is intense, he wants you to understand something but you are not having it.
“Well, not saying anything isn’t going to change how I feel, Jacob.”, you say and kiss him, pouring all of your love in that kiss. He returns it briefly before wrenching himself away, clenching his hand into a fist. “Dammit, pup. I won’t say it, you hear? I have to go, the Militia isn’t going to wait for me.” You let him go, knowing that he truly cannot return the words, broken as he is. But this, protecting you when you are, by all means, weak is his way of showing that he cares.
She flies into your arms when you tell her, twirling you around in the Bliss fields, laughing and giggling. “I love you, too.”, she says, her eyes shining brighter than the sun. “I’m so glad that we can be together. I’m so happy that you have Faith in the two of us!” Her hair sways in the breeze and you cannot help but reach out to it, capturing a strand between your fingers. The sun is setting behind her, casting a halo of light around her angelic form. It takes your breath away.
Faith doesn’t stop smiling and you smile with her. She is angelic and you feel lucky that you have her, your beacon of hope. The world seems brighter with her and don’t like thinking about her time as Rachel, when she was a hair’s breadth away from being lost forever. You are eternally thankful that the Father saved her, for she in turn saved you.
Before you can stop yourself, you say it again, tell her that you love her and she hugs you, her flowery scent washing over you.
“We’ll be together forever.”, she whispers and her arms hold you close, her tone suddenly quieter and sounding more vulnerable than she usually does, “No matter what happens…we’ll always stay together.”
What Joseph says about his heart is a slightly tweaked version of Song of Solomon 3:4
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Rating: T - no real warnings. Summary: You and Sebastian met a few months ago while he had a break between movies. Since then, you’ve grown close, and you decide to surprise him on location in Atlanta. Author’s Note: Hi, hello. I’ve never posted RPF on this blog, but I had a request to write something for Sebastian Stan. General disclaimer: I don’t know Sebastian, or any of the people in his life. Any similarities are coincidental, and there’s no disrespect intended to anyone involved.
You’re nervous, to say the least. It’s a little crazy, what you’re doing, but you didn’t let yourself start second guessing.
The last time you Skyped with Sebastian, he looked and sounded so tired. Not just physically, but you could see it written all over his face. He’s running on fumes.
He loves his job. He’s told you as much, but you can tell it gets to him sometimes - the long hours and days that seem to bleed together. Your heart goes out to him, because if he’s feeling half as anxious as you are about your job, he’s probably teetering on the edge.
You’re in the back of a cab on the way to the location for his latest film, though he doesn’t know that. You were only able to get the info from his manager, whose details you had to hunt down online. You felt like a stalker, but it was all finally worked out. Turns out Sebastian had mentioned you enough that his manager knew who you were, and she helped you plan the whole thing.
Smiling to yourself, you hope he’s happy to see you. You haven’t seen each other in person in six months.