Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge.
He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.
Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.
The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day.
When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars.
It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.
“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”
He had put so much effort into his psychical appearance, with colourful eyeshadow and glittery clothes, in an attempt to improve his mood. Or perhaps in the hope of convincing others that he is fine, because if they believed it, maybe he would too.
When Alec picks up on the change “you look…”, Magnus interjects he was “just bored” suggesting there is no reason behind it. But the way he quickly interrupts Alec to offer an explanation is very telling.
Magnus for once is shown to initiate the kiss. After what he went through it is understandable he is uncomfortable showing any vulnerability and needs to feel like he is in control of his body.
When asked “everything okay?”, Magnus quickly changes the conversation back to Alec “I was worried sick”. Magnus doesn’t want Alec to be concerned about him, nor does he want to be reminded of what happened, he just wants to move on. So he directs Alec’s attention away from what is really upsetting him.
When Alec asks for a DNA sample, there is clearly another conversation going on under the surface. As Magnus replies “do you not trust me?…so again, your just blindly following clave rules…what happened to following you’re gut?” he is not really referring to Alec asking for a hair sample anymore. But rather how Alec knew only Magnus could know the things ‘Valentine’ was telling him, he knew something wasn’t right, and yet he continued to follow his orders.
Unfortunately, Alec doesn’t pick up on this and replies “let’s not be overdramatic” meaning a piece of hair isn’t much to ask when shadowhunters are dying. But it hits Magnus hard as he thinks Alec is telling him to get over what happened like it is no big deal and we see the anger and hurt he has been suppressing come to the surface.
He rejects Alec when he moves to try and comfort him, telling him to “get out”. You can see the pain and tears forming in his eyes, the fact he doesn't’ make eye contact with Alec or say anything else, speaks volumes for the intensity of his emotions. He clearly doesn’t feel ready to open up to Alec and fears if he lets Alec stay and explain himself, he won’t be able to stop himself from breaking down.
He then turns to alcohol to suppress his painful emotions.
But gets another cruel reminder of how Valentine was in his body, pretending to be him when Dorthea brings him the Dragonfly wings. But rather than tell her the truth, he casts them aside, symbolic for him also casting his trauma aside? and spends the evening discussing the past and Dorthea’s love life rather than himself.
I wonder if the dance was so fast and over the top, to convey that Magnus was desperately trying to enjoy himself?
I also wonder how long he stood there on the balcony, stuck in his thoughts, till Alec joined him…
So to conclude, even though the scenes didn’t directly discuss what Magnus went through or how he is feeling. We can see through his behaviour that he isn’t processing it well, instead, he is avoiding everything and acting like all is fine when that is far from the case. I also think it was so important that there was no pressure on him to open up. At the end when Alec apologises, he just tells him he loves him. He is letting Magnus deal with this however he wants and whenever he wants. It’s entirely in his control and after being in a situation where you are completely powerless and your body has been violated, that is so important.
“Cas?” Dean asks with a smirk as he
watches the angel dip his toe in the creek, his arms wrapped around
his bare stomach like he’s self-conscious.
Not that he needs to be,
Dean thinks before forcing his eyes back to Cas’s, trying not to pay
attention to how good Cas
looks in just swim trunks. Trying not to be distracted by Cas’s state
of undress, because that was not why
he suggested this…
clears his throat, then steps back, running and jumping into the
creek with a cannon-bomb. He smiles when he comes up, flattening his
soaked hair with his palms as the angel backs up from the edge of the
creek with a scowl on his face.
Cas says, perturbed.
rolls his eyes. “C'mon Cas, don’t be a baby, just jump in. The
water’s warm.” He says the last part as he scoops the liquid around
him in lazy patterns, keeping him afloat.
Cas just stares at the water as if it has personally offended him.
“No,” he says, sitting down on the edge, pulling his knees to his
chest. “No, I don’t think I’ll get in.”
sighs, scooting to the edge of the water, propping his arms on the
rocks so they brush against the angel’s toes, where Cas’s stare now
Dean asks again, this time more quietly. Blue eyes peek up at him
from behind the two fleshy nubs of the angel’s knees.
quiet, then finally: “Dean, I can’t… I don’t know how to swim.
I always just fly places, and… it never really seemed important.”
hands fall to his side in unison with his knees until he’s sitting
cross-legged like an overgrown child, looking a little embarrassed.
The angel is scowling, glaring at the water like it’s about to make
Dean’s slipping his wet hand further and further forward on the rocks
until, finally, he’s touching Cas’s.
angel looks up, surprised, and Dean smiles warmly.
he said his voice serious: “The water’s warm, and I would never,
ever let you drown.”
looks down at Dean’s hand on top of his, then to the hunter’s face.
Finally, he swallows, scooting forward slowly, getting his feet wet,
then slipping deeper and deeper into the water, all the while holding
tight to the hunter’s hand.
blushes a little, starting to let go of the angel’s hand once he’s
all the way in, but to his surprise, Cas grabs it even tighter. Then,
with his other hand, he reaches out for the hunter, holding on to
he looks at Cas’s face, the angel looks nervous, eyes wide, staring
into the creek like it might try to suddenly devour him.
reaches forward, pulling Cas close, bringing the angel’s attention
back to him.
got you,” Dean says with a smile, and he can feel Cas’s chest close
to his, their feet knocking and slipping against each other’s under
got you,” Dean says again as his gaze gets locked with the angel’s.
He can see the way the fear melts away from Cas as he holds the
hunter’s gaze. He can appreciate how beautiful Cas is in this moment,
close to him, putting his trust in him.
suddenly, Dean’s leaning toward Cas, pulling him in to a kiss,
feeling the way his wet lips slide against Cas’s dry ones, surprising
himself with the action.
he finally pulls away, both of them are breathless and wet, still
kicking each other, but holding one another like a life raft.
finally, Cas says: “I think I like swimming.”
Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for: Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!
Jon Snow X Reader
A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat
Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.
While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame. “Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around. “Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.
You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you. “Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face. “Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck. “Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.” You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?” “I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead. “Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.
But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly. “Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone. “Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon. “Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”
The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long. “Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back. “Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat. “I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.” “Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed. “Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear. “Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain. “You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you. “I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him. “With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.
The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it. “Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises. “Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches. “What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed. “H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry. “What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time. “He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed. “On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.
Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds. “Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “Only for you, Jon.” Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit. “I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.
Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you. “I love you, Jon Snow” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him. “I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction. “I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.
“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you. “Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.
Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest. “You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.” “Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.” “I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.” “Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled. “A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again. “Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.
“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you. “I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.
Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it’s like to pleasure a man.
Genre: Smut, just pure filth
Word Count: 5k
Author’s Note: You can think of this as a parallel universe to the Stealing The Bite au but YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE READ THAT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONESHOT AS IT’S MEAN AS A STAND-ALONE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE PLOT OF STB. So new readers are welcome.
“___, you can’t be really asking that of me.” Taehyung looks at you apprehensively, as if knowing that a single wrong word could set you off, and he wasn’t wrong about that. But you also see that there was something dark swirling in the depth of his brown eyes that wasn’t there before you had made your bold request.
“Why?” You say, tone charged and daring him to say what you prayed he wouldn’t. This was Taehyung you were talking to. He wasn’t just another one of the mindless sheep. He could think for himself and he wouldn’t regurgitate those baseless superstitions about your kind. He was your closest friend, that alone can testify to how different he is.
You knew that what you were asking of him was no small thing but it’s not like you were telling him to bed you. All you wanted was to touch him, to know what it felt like to bring pleasure to a man for once in your life. Taehyung was your only hope of satisfying the curiosity that progressively ate away at you through your nearly two decades of life. Were you not also a woman? Did you not deserve to know the company of a man like any other, even on such a small scale as this?
Taehyung should at least allow you that much, being himself the primary cause of your affliction. Not that you’d tell him that.
“Because you’re my sweet princess.” You snort at the ridiculous term of endearment he uses for you. You were no princess. If you were, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation. If you were a princess, you would be able to shout out to the world, to Taehyung, how you truly felt about him. But you’re just a foul witch.
“All I want to do is protect you. I would lose it if someone even thought those dirty things about you. How can you ask me to be that person? It’s completely unthinkable.” He says earnestly but still smiles at you, hoping you’d smile back and forget all about this madness. But you don’t smile. How can you when he’s basically told you that he’s never thought about you the way a man would think about a woman. Did he even think of you as a woman or was the fact that you’re a witch stopping him from viewing you as one?
“That’s complete rubbish, Taehyung, and you know it. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you won’t let me touch you?” You challenge, calling him by his full name, instead of Tae or Taetae like you’d normally use, daring him to say the worst. Daring him to say that it’s because of what you are and that he’d sully himself if he let your dirty hands touch his pristine skin.
“That is the real reason!” He says defensively. Too defensively.
“Do you not find me arousing?” You ask.
“Has my body never stirred something within you?”
“Princess…” He protests, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)
La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love
A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree
next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat
of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle
curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted
the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the
profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the
princess-like double bed at the center of the room. They are in their own world of first time
loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and
quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the
feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.
Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found
territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts
are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the
background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what
movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of
his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty
Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even
his own name.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Dad Tony Stark x Reader, The Avengers x Reader
Request: Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and they are secretly dating and get caught making out by like everyone on the team except for tony and try to keep it a secret but he finds out and freaks out but then gets chill! Sorry if it’s super confusing! Love your work! (by @savannerlovesbananers123 )
Word count: 900
A/N: I’m sorry, this isn’t the best thing I have written but I hope it’s what you wanted and that you’ll like it! :)
The rest of the team was on a mission, you and Peter were the only ones staying at the compound. You two decided to spend the night watching movies and cuddling each other. Moments like these didn’t come that often. Peter was still pretty new on the team and you didn’t want your dad to find out that you two were dating. He would lose his mind if he found out that his dear Spiderling is dating his dear daughter. You two had to be really careful if you didn’t want to get caught. I mean you lived in a place filled with superheroes. So, tonight was your night, the team wasn’t coming back until the morning.
You put on the movie and joined Peter on the couch. You had seen the movie before and lost interest halfway through. You cuddled Peter while he was still watching the movie. Your hands felt cold so you decided to warm them up under Peter’s shirt. He was always so warm and cozy. When Peter felt your cold hands against his stomach he jumped a bit. “I’m sorry I just wanted to warm up my hands” you said with a sheepish smile and kissed him quickly. Few minutes later you two were making out on the couch. The movie was long forgotten.
Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat. Both of you froze. Slowly you two let go of each other and saw Steve, Bucky and Sam standing in front of you with crossed arms. “What is going on in here” Steve asked with a small smirk. “Oh shit, you two are together? Great now I owe Natasha twenty bucks” Sam groaned.
“What – um- what are you doing here?” you asked still in a slight shock. “The mission ended early. Now explain this” Steve said pointing his finger between you two. “Well, um, we have kind of been dating for the last two months and I would really like if my dad didn’t find out about this so could you please keep your voice down?” You explained quickly fearing that your dad could be coming up any minute.
bucky is super protective over you when it comes to people and things being vulgar
It was a casual date, but those were the very best kind in your opinion.
You sat across from Bucky, casually sipping your latte and listening intently to the details of some rather unfortunate mishap that happened nearly 70 years ago involving Steve and about a dozen geese. Bucky’s nose crinkled up when he laughed at the memory.
“I feel like I’m doing all the talking.” He laughed.
“It’s a nice change.” You smirked.
“Yeah, you’re usually the one talking my ear off.”
“Yeah whatever, Barnes.”
A laugh was shared between the two of you. It was a game you played, taking shots at one another playfully throughout the day, but it always signified how much you cared about one another.
After another sip of your latte, you excused yourself to use the bathroom.
Bucky watched you leave, a blissful smile on his lips until you disappeared behind the bathroom door. That smile was wiped clean off his face when he heard the comments coming from the men behind him.
“Man, did you see the ass on that one?”
“Yeah, dude, it was a blessing to even fucking get a glimpse.”
“And her tits too! God what a fucking body she had.”
“Yeah I bet this guy over here doesn’t even know how good he has it. I’d kill for a lay like her.”
Bucky had to contain himself and prevent his blood from boiling as he listened in to the not so discrete conversation between the asshats behind him. He knew very well they were talking about you.
Bucky watched you emerge from the bathroom, smiling at him as you made your way back.
“Here she comes again, fuck look at her.”
With his suspicions confirmed, Bucky had to set his mug down to ensure he didn’t shatter it in his left hand.
You, of course, were oblivious to the comments being made, that is until you sat down.
“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” You asked Bucky, noticing his change in demeanour.
His jaw was firmly clenched, eyes staring straight ahead. He looked like someone anyone would be crazy to mess with.
“I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.”
That’s what you heard, and that’s when you knew exactly what was going on.
Appalled by the comment, you looked up at the two men behind Bucky, opening your mouth to say something, before one of them spoke again.
“Can you just imagine how tight her little c-”
“Alright.” Bucky stood up abruptly, turning around to face the two men.
In the lounge chair that he’d been sitting in before, it was clear that these two had no idea just how big Bucky was. You could see the fear in their eyes when they looked at him now.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” he said, “but talking about my girl like that isn’t gonna fly.”
You stood behind him, gently taking his hand in your own.
“Let’s just go, Buck.” You said calmly.
Reluctantly, he let you lead him out of the cafe and back into your shared apartment. As soon as the door shut, you nuzzled yourself into his chest and hugged him tightly.
He kissed your head, “I’m sorry.”
“Why in the world are you apologizing?” You asked.
“I’m sorry that you had to endure that.” He whispered.
“I didn’t really, I had you to protect me.”
You felt him smile against your forehead. Bucky would always be protective over you, and you were always going to be grateful for it no matter what.
“You’re afraid to be happy” - Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Summary : Kakashi is in love with you…But pushes you away because he’s too afraid of loosing you, as every single persons he ever cared about died or left/betrayed him.
Some more love for Kakashi, because I’ve been binge watching Naruto Shippuden and I’m kind of in love with him (also, I received requests for fics about Luffy and Zorro from One Piece, and characters from FMA and more Naruto, so expect to see more anime around here), hope you’ll like it ! :
It wasn’t often, that the famous Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake, talked about his feelings. Hell, it was so rare some would say he never does.
But Yamato, one of his only remaining friend, knew better.
Sometimes, when they were both very drunk, they’d talk. They wouldn’t always remember what about, but they’d talk.
About their lives. What they like, don’t like, what make them happy, what brings them down…Your name often appears on Kakashi’s lips during those times.
Like today, or rather, tonight, while Kakashi helps Yamato to walk home. Or was it Yamato that helped Kakashi ? They were kind of slumped against each other’s, walking with difficulties, cheeks red because of the alcohol.
After the scarecrow pronounced your name for the tenth time that night, Yamato finally dared to ask :
-So, you love her ?
-Who could I talk about ?
Yamato nods. Or, tries to nod, because every movement that are a bit too vigorous makes him want to throw up.
-Yes I do.
-…I am confused, Kakashi-senpai.
-What are you confused about, Tenzou ?
-Don’t call me like that please.
-Don’t call me “senpai” then. What are you confused about ?
-Well, if you’re in love with her, and she is in love with you…why don’t you two just date ?
-Because if we do, she’ll die.
-…I’m even more confused now. Maybe I’m too drunk. Or you’re too drunk.
-I’m definitely drunk, but I can still think straight.
-I don’t get it. I don’t get you. She’s obviously madly in love with you ! And she’s beautiful, kind, caring, nice, extremely funny…
-I know all of that Yamato. But I can’t.
-Because everyone I ever loved either died or betrayed me that’s why ! She has to stay away, or something will happen ! It’s simple really !
Can I pretty pretty please see a feverishly delusional Lance stuck in bed and missing breakfast? Then Keith going down to check on him and Lance just groggily looking up at him and saying things like "You're really pretty, Keith." "Is bang you in a heartbeat if you'd let me." And when the others come in, Keith just turns to them in fear and says, "Oh my god, he's lost his mind."
Words cannot express how much I love this prompt.
When the his alarm goes off in the morning, Lance feels unusually tired and sluggish. Opening his eyes is difficult; his eyelids feel like they’ve been weighed down with stones. Eventually he manages to pry his eyes open and reach over to turn off his alarm. Every movement is slow and clumsy-the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion.
Now that he’s a little more aware, Lance realizes that something must be wrong with the heating system on the ship. It’s the only explanation for why his skin feels like it’s on fire, and his hair is plastered to his skin with sweat. Groaning, Lance reaches down, feeling around with his fingertips for the edge of the blanket and tossing it off of him. The instant rush of cool he feels allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.
The blanket ends up in a heap on the floor, but Lance is willing to clean it up later if it means that he doesn’t have to boil alive. Speaking of getting up, he should probably head to breakfast now. Slowly, carefully he levers himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment to let his spinning head and churning stomach settle.
Pushing himself to his feet proves to be his undoing. Lance wobbles for a moment, briefly hopeful that he’s going to make it, before he’s overcome with dizziness and falls back onto the bed. He curls into a tight ball, trying to stop the room from spinning and his head from pounding. He’ll be fine-he just needs a few minutes. It’s probably just low blood sugar or something like that, and it’ll clear up as soon as he has breakfast.
He doesn’t even notice when he falls asleep.
Keith scowls as he stands outside the door to Lance’s room. Of course the slacker is running late. The others had been worried when Lance hadn’t showed up at breakfast, but Keith had just rolled his eyes, figuring that the blue palladin had just overslept. He’d volunteered to go fetch Lance-not because he was worried, but so he could give him a lecture for being lazy.
“Lance?” Keith calls, knocking on the door again. Still no answer. Grumbling under his breath, Keith decides to just open the door and go in. If Lance wanted privacy, he would show up on time.
He shoves the door open, calling Lance’s name again and sighing heavily. This is not how he wanted to spend his morning.
He stops in his tracks when he spots Lance. The blue palladin is sprawled out on his bed, a deep red fever blush painting his cheeks. The rest of his face is deathly pale.
Keith curses, kneeling by the bed. He shakes Lance’s shoulders gently. “Lance? Are you okay?” He presses a hand to Lance’s cheeks and forehead, wincing at the heat that he finds.
Lance slowly cracks his eyes open. “Heya Keith,” he slurs tiredly. His eyes are glassy and dazed.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Keith says in relief. “Listen, you’re running a really high fever. We need to get you to the medical bay.”
Lance doesn’t seem to be listening, just shoots Keith a crooked smile. “You’re really pretty, Keith. Especially when you’re worried.”
“What?” is all that Keith manages to sputter out. But Lance isn’t done yet.
“I’d bang you in a heartbeat if you’d let me,” Lance says seriously, letting his eyes fall closed again.
Keith can’t even come up with any words to respond. He’s pretty sure that his brain has short-circuited.
After Keith has been gone for quite a while, with no sign of either the blue or red palladins, Pidge gets impatient. “What is taking those boys so long?” she asks irritably, standing up. “I’m going to go see what they’re up to.”
Hunk and Shiro voice their concerns as well, and the three of them make their way over to Lance’s room, where Keith had been going before. Finding the door open, they peek in.
It’s certainly an odd scene: Lance is lying on the bed, looking deathly ill, while a dazed-looking Keith crouches next to him.
“Keith? What’s going on?” Shiro asks tentatively.
Keith turns to face them, his face full of confusion. “Oh my god, he’s lost his mind,” he whispers hoarsely. “He’s saying the strangest things.”
Warnings: I don’t know if this is really a warning, but I felt like I should add it. If you’re color-blind in anyway or deal with anything similar this may be sensitive to some. Writing this definitely me think about how some people may not see colors and I tried to grasp the feeling in this fic.
Request from @palebun-16 :
Hello!! Could I request a peter Parker x female reader soulmate au where when you see your soulmate you start to see colors and peter sees them but only as spider man? And then the rest is up to you! Thank you!
A/N: Thank you for your request @palebun-16 ! This request really made me think. I thought it was a super clever idea and then I got scared because I had no idea how I was going to do it justice. It’s such a cool concept that I didn’t want to ruin. It was definitely a challenge for me! I’ve always struggled with writing but really appreciate the support and feel like I am improving. :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you think and requests are still open! We do have a few still were working on so it might take a while, but we are determined to do them all so thank you for your patience!
Living in a colorless would can get quite boring, well to you at least. Everyone seemed to be used to seeing in black and white until finding their soulmate. A lot of people didn’t even seem interested in seeing colors, but that was not your case. Being a hopeless romantic gave you the dream to find that one person that would be your true love, and along with that came with the dream of seeing color. You couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like to have that one person that cared for you so deeply, and to care for them as well; having each other’s backs and going through life together as a team.
Spending the night in buckys room was like having a sleepover with wanda or Nat( minus the booze and face masks ) . You stayed up and talked for a while , just about random things and you managed to learn a lot about each other that you didn’t know ; then you watched movies for hours , until you fell asleep cuddled into his side in the early hours of the morning .
When you wake up, you find yourself pressing up against Bucky, his arms wi ding tightly around you body keep you to him. Your face is nuzzling into his neck, and you don’t think you ever been comfier . It’s one thing for me to be fucking around with Bucky, but this isn’t - I didn’t plan on liking being this close to him him a non sexual way so much .
“ good morning doll.” His sleepy voice startles you , but as you go to move he doesn’t let you.
“ morning asshat.” You say with a yawn . You wiggle around and his grip still stays strong .
“ where do you think you’re going?”
“ to my room?”
“ no I don’t think so . ”
He ducks his head down , nudging his nose against yours . Your heart flutters at the action , and nearlyJumps out of your chest when his lips gently kiss yours.
A smile forms on both of your faces into the kiss, the. Bucky starts leaving kisses all over your face, making you giggle and try to shove him away .
“ Bucky stooppp !” You squeal ,he stops kissing you to laugh and you send him a pout .
“ why’d you stop?” You ask , his laughter goes up a notch in volume , making you laugh as well. This is such a weird couple moment , but we aren’t a couple . So how the fuck is this even a thing right now ? Fuck , I’m screwed.
He goes in for another kisss but is interrupted when a loud knock sounds on his door .
“ buck you awake ?” Fuck , Steve .
“ no !” Bucky shouts , then connects your lips . His hand slides under his v neck that’s still covering your body , and stop once they hit your chest. This kiss is still slow and lazy, his hands follow the same lead , gently and lazily palming your chest in sync with the kiss.
Steve begins knocking again , harder this time .
“ we have a mission Bucky, we gotta go !” Fuck no no no .
“ call in sick .” You whisper against his lips . He Laughs before fully removing his lips from yours .
“ sorry doll , duty calls .” He places one last kiss to your lips before springing out of bed .
“ I’ll meet you in the hangar steve !” Bucky calls out and you hear steve accept his answer . You groan, rolling out of his bed until your feet land on the floor . Bucky flings your shorts at you with a wink before he disappears into his bathroom . You pull on your pants and leave his room , sending one last look over your shoulder to his messy bed . What have I gotten myself into?
Before you leave buckys out of his bathroom , fully geared up .
“ leaving without saying goodbye y/n, that’s cold.” There was a tiny hint of humor in his voice , but he sounded genuinely shocked or upset? You couldn’t tell .
“ figured I’d meet you in the hangar to say by to everyone .”
He smiles , taking the lead as you follow him to the elevator . The ride up was filled with laughs and new movie night ideas .
When you reach the hangar , your pace slowed down, letting him get ahead to the team . It looks like everyone but wanda and Bruce are going . You say your usual goodbyes before a mission, You say goodbye and goodluck to everyone , giving them quick hugs , lastly stopping in front of Bucky. His goodbye usually consisted of “ don’t fuck up too bad , I don’t feel like spending the night playing babysitter in the infirmary, then a quick flirty retort from him and a wink . But this time, you couldn’t help the change .
” good luck buck .“ You wrap your arms around his neck tightly , his go around your waist . You let you lips brush against his ear as you whisper ,
” come home in one piece , please .“ When you drop your arms you see a faint blush on his cheeks.
” you got it sweet cheeks .“ There’s that damn wink
” fuck off barnes , just so you know , your favorite bro nurse is on duty the next couple days , I’ll make sure he takes real good care of you if you end up in the med bay .“ You return his wink, watching him cringe at the thought of having to deal with how rough john ( the bro nurse as he liked to be called ) is with IVs and exams . The blush grows darker on his face now , God he’s adorable . What happened to the cocksure Bucky Barnes from before ?
It’s been two days since the team left for their mission, and both of the days you’ve spent thinking about Bucky . You think about all the things you talked about with him the other night; it was like meeting an entirely different person than the Bucky you knew . He told you stories of things he remember from the 40’s, about the things he did to keep busy when he was hiding after leaving steve in DC , about being in wake dad , and things that interest him that you never knew . You discovered he loves learning about space , that when he can’t sleep from nightmares he likes to sit on the roof of the tower and watch the stars until morning , along with a shit ton of other things . Some things you knew already from observing him , or that have come up in conversations before ; like his favorite color , food, drink , that he hates modern day music and he gets sick enjoyment out of torturing Sam on a daily basis.
Your image of Bucky has shifted , from being a flirty dickbag to still being a flirty dickbag, but not in bad way, in a way that makes you not want to kick him in the balls when he flirts with you or shoot him in the face when he acts like a jerk . You’ve seen a caring side of him now , getting to know more things about him actually makes you want to be near him more ; you just haven’t sorted out if you want to be near him more as friends or …. ya know .
You’ve forgotten about the ‘game ’ you two have been playing a few times over these two days and have to keep reminding yourself ; to him it’s just for fun . Even if we do end up fucking , we can still be friends after right?
It’s day 3 , and almost 8pm , you’re about to start a movie when FRIDAY announces the teams return . You book it to the hangar , and wait silently as the jet lands . The door drops open , and the team exits .
“ any injuries ?” You call out
You receive a chorus of no’s , then hello’s .
Bucky is the last one that gets off the jet , his face showing no emotion . As he approaches you smile ,
“ hey bu-”
“ could you just not right now .” He snaps, your eyes widen at his harsh tone . He step onto the elevator , his cold eyes locking on yours as the doors glide shut. What the fuck ?
Buckys been cold to you since he returned, barely speaking to you and when he does it’s never pleasant . It’s been three days since he came back , with a completely different personality . You finally confront steve about it
“ steve what the hell happened on that mission ?”
“ it’s classi-”
“ Say it’s classified Rogers, and I will break your damn nose .” You snap
He sighs , “ it was suppose to be an abandoned hydra base, we just needed the intel off the computer. We got there and got ambushed and one of them hr Bucky with a shock gun and it must of triggered a flashback and he went into soldier mode . It took a while to calm him down, and when he did he saw all the destruction around him and closed himself off. ”
Poor Bucky , he didn’t go into much detail about his time as the soldier the other night, but he mentioned his fear of relapsing a little . So you can only imagine how hard this must be for him .
You decide to check on him , bringing him a glass of his favorite ice tea , when you step off into his floor you hear loud, high pitched moans , that definitely aren’t coming from Bucky . You back up into the elevator , pushing the tears of anger and confusion back . Before the doors shut you see a girl run into the hall in her underwear giggling , with a shirtless Bucky chasing after her and stopping when his eyes lock onto your tearing ones.
Once the doors shut all the way you let the tears loose ,
“I’m so fucking stupid .”
You know how Angelina Jolie said that Maleficent having her wings stolen from her was a metaphor for sexual assault? It got me thinking about Iron Man 1, and Obie stealing the arc reactor.
If you look at both scenes side by side (and i’ve never wished I knew how to make gifsets more than now) there are so many similarities, and honestly, I’m really disappointed that no one involved in the IM franchise has addressed It.
So, for Tony, you have this man, who he has trusted his entire life, come into his home uninvited. This within itself is a direct correlation to sexual assault; most victims are assaulted by someone they know in an environment they were comfortable in. This man that he trust literally immobilizes him before tony can even think to call for help. He takes something valuable and important to Tony’s lively hood from his chest (from his heart) while looking into his eyes. There’s no remorse, there’s no hesitance. If anything, Obie gives off this air of being owed the arc reactor technology. It parallels directly with the way that sexual assault is depicted in films, with sexual assault in real life, and its so sad because no one really cares about the violation. Everyone talks about Obie trying to kill Tony, no one talks about how he took advantage of Tony, and violated not only his trust, but his body as well.
•Obie being so grossly, intimately, close to Tony the entire time
•"Easy, easy, breathe.“ Being a direct parallel to the common “relax/dont struggle” line we see in media that depicts sexual assault
•Obie, like, moaning at the sight of the arc reactor once its out of Tony’s chest
•Tony’s fucking face. The fear, the betrayal, the confusion. You can see it all play out in his eyes.
Tldr; the scene in Iron Man 1 where Obie steals the arc reactor is a metaphor for sexual assault
Headcannon for Sidon, Teba, Revali and Link having a s/o who lost their memory after taking a blow to their head, how they would help to regain their lost memories and how they react to their s/o gaining their memory back?
S/o loses their memories and how the boys deal with it
He is devastated. Just. Devastated.
He cannot fathom that you, the love of his life, no longer remember him
He does not want to give up and tries to explain who he is
But even optimistic as this Prince is, Sidon is hurt when you are apprehensive with his assertive recollections
He tries to show you all the special places you two would sneak off together
But each time, you shrug your shoulders in response when asked if you remember a thing, he wants to cry
He has no choice but to stay strong
But as the weeks go by, then months, and nothing has changed, Sidon who tries to show you tidbits of your life together, he is slowly giving up.
He is depressed he cannot hold you, to you he is but a stranger. And all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and never let go
But one day, when his sorrow overwhelms him he hugs you from behind.
He is confused when you lurch forward clutching your head.
Tears spill from his eyes when you turn to him, dazed and confused.
“I-I remember you!”
He lets out a sob of happiness, thanking Hylia to the stars and beyond.
He does not want to believe it. He thinks it’s just a cruel joke
“How can you not remember me? We’ve been together for years, [Name].”
But when he sees you cower in fear, he torn between being crushed and enraged.
He doesn’t know what to do and spends the first few hours mulling over how this happen
He begins to blame himself and cannot hide his pain. “If I was faster. If I was better then-”
He tries not to snap, and keep himself in check but when something that used to mean so much to the two of you, holds no meaning at all now, he wants to flee
But he stays by your side no matter how much it tears him up.
He feels hollow when he takes care of you. He glares as the wound on your head
Some night he stays up staring at your sleeping form, wondering what he did to deserve this
Other nights he reads up on how to help those with amnesia, but he gets discouraged seeing “Most never regain their memories.”
He stares at you blankly as you stare at him, he loves you so much, but not this blank shell of a person that took you over.
The desires and passion you once had is not there. And he does not feel comfortable getting to know the new you.
But one day when he walks in his home and sees your face buried in his tunic, he’s concerned and confused
When your face rises, and tears are gushing he is in a panic.
“Oh, Teba!! I am so sorry!”
He doesn’t say anything but bring you into a hug and silently cry.
“No. No. No, no, no! [Name], please tell me you remember me? Even just a little?”
He will demand any healers, shamans, and what have you to come fix you. But each time they tell him the same thing. “We will have to wait and see.”
But he doesn’t want to believe it. “Do not patronize me as if you understand! My [Name] is not here! My [Name] would not forget me!”
He spends his days working with you, slowly easing you into the routines you used to do, and read stories to you like always.
But he can feel himself unraveling, nothing he does works.
No clever insult. No puns. No boisterous feats. Nothing that used to get you riled up works.
At night he tries not to, but he cries. When he sees your form sleeping at the other end of the house, he just wants to shake you until you can remember.
Your mannerism are there, he can tell. Some days your hand wonders to brush his wing, but his heart shrivels when he realized you “made a mistake”.
He tells you stories of your adventures together, and there is a bitter-sweetness to his tone.
“Heh, but then beast threw you on a cart of coal.” He mumbles under his breath
“It wasn’t coal, it was chunks of diamonds.”
He is surprised, but so are you.
“You- Yeah, you came to my rescue, and I got mad so instead I-”
He flings his body on yours and nuzzles his face along yours.
He was there when it happened and he felt like the world around him stopped
He remembers when he first picked your body up, a deep gash pouring blood
When Link had healed you on the battlefield he was concerned caused you did not wake up
He never left your side, even when others would tell him to go rest, but he wouldn’t leave, not until you woke up.
When you did, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself, but he hugged you
But he was so confused when you shoved him off you, looking at him like he was some savage.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stay off!”
He tried to reason with you, but you cut him off. “I don’t know anything about you! Get out!”
His heart shattered and he plopped on the chair behind him.
Although you were hostile, he came everyday. He didn’t say a word, but would lay down some trinkets you used to fond over.
He didn’t know how to help you, he knew that eventually, if it ever did, your memory would come back.
He would have to be patient.
He waited years, and was still by your side.
He had gotten used to the new person you were, and your hostile attitude melted away by his caring side.
One day when the two of you were out for a stroll you tripped and he caught you. Your arms wrapped around him
He could hear you inhale his scent before you engulf him in a hug. “Link, you smell like my Link…”
A tear slid down his cheek, he knew his patience would pay off one day.
if this makes you uncomfy pls ignore me and i apologize in advance, but it's a situation hitting rly close to home right now and i could use some chocobro support so, i was wondering if i could ask for how the chocobros would handle it if their s/o was being harassed by an awful ex? not in person but by texts, email, rumors etc. just being super mean and all-around gross. ;-;
Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, anon! That is definitely
not okay and I’d be calling someone to go beat them up asap. If that’s not an
option, then block them on everything you can! Nobody deserves harassment. I
hope the chocobros can cheer you up a bit for the time being.
Sending all our love & support~
Absolutely none of the guys will take this matter lightly. Though
some of them may not show it as much as the others— they will be livid. Make no mistake when I say that
they will be your literal knight in shining armor. Nobody messes with their s/o, no matter who they are— or used to be.
You’ve been trying to keep it from him— downplaying the
entire situation. The texts, the calls, the emails, all of them you open but
delete, checking over your shoulder every time Noctis may be around. The last
thing he needs is to be bothered with this nonsense when he’s got
princely-business to attend to. After all, the two of you are fresh into your
relationship and you certainly don’t want to bring your old dirty laundry into
However, the ruse isn’t kept up forever. The prince may be
lazy, but he’s no fool. He catches you the first evening you decide to stay the
night at his apartment. It was supposed to be a momentous thing— a mile stone,
if you will— and it had been… until your phone started going off while you were
in his bathroom brushing your teeth.
You don’t hear it over the water, but you do hear Noctis say
something about a call coming in. Thinking that it’s your overzealous best friend
hitting you up for deets on the prince’s preference of underwear, you tell him
to answer it— chuckling to yourself when you picture your friend’s reaction.
“(Y/N)!” You shut your locker and turn to see Jessica running towards you. “Your boyfriend got in a fight with Alex, come on.”
“We’re just friends,” you mumble, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you hurriedly follow after her.
“Yeah, and I’m not brown,” she laughs, stopping outside the library. “They’re both in here with the honor board. Justin and them are their way here, too.”
“Did you see it? The fight?” You begin to nervously pull at the ends of your hair.
“Just the last minute or so,” Justin, Zach and Jeff are almost to where you two are standing. “It was bad, (Y/N). Monty’s really lucky Mr. Porter didn’t decide to call the police.”
“What was it even about, do you know?” You ask her.
“The fight?” Zach asks before Jessica can respond.
You just nod.
“You should Cruz yourself,” Justin smirks while the rest of the group laughs a little.
“For people who aren’t dating he sure is defensive over you,” Jeff laughs.
“Because we’re friends,” you mumble, looking up at the sound of the library door opening.
Alex Standall walks out first, your hand covering your mouth at the sight of his face. One cheek was swelled to an exhorbitant amount, his mouth was busted to hell and back, one black eye and the bridge of his nose was split open. What was so important that Monty almost literally broke Alex’s face.
Mr. Porter and the honor board follow behind Alex, Montgomery bringing up the rear. The scowl etched into his face immediately vanishes at the sight of you.
“There’s my favorite girl,” he grins at you, moving to pull you into his side.
Your heart ached at his words. Yes, you were his best friend and therefore favorite girl, but you wanted so badly to be more than his best friend. You and Monty have had a very flirty friendship for almost three years now, and while you were both completely smitten with each other, neither one of you could see it. Both too scared to take one step further for fear of ruining what you guys have.
“Stop,” you grab his face with both hands, pulling him down from his towering height. You proceed to check to see if there’s any damage like to Alex’s face, even though you can clearly see there’s not. “Hands.”
“They’re fine, princess,” he rolls his eyes, but holds up his hands in front of you anyways.
“That’s definitely not fine!” You smack his chest, his knuckles ripped and busted and bleeding. “You have a tournament Saturday you idiot! How do you plan on batting with your hands like this?”
“Date already,” Zach say through one of those horrible fake coughs.
“How many times do we have to say we’re just friends, Dempsey?” Monty rolls his eyes, your heart sinking yet again.
“You’d be perfect together,” Jess mumbles before smiling brightly. “Anyway, party at my house tonight. (Y/N), it is a requirement you be there. I will go full Montgomery de la Cruz on you if you’re not there.”
“Okay, okay I’ll be there,” you laugh.
“I’m still taking you home, right?” Monty asks you, slinging his arm across your shoulders.
You ignore everyone else’s pointed looks and smirks, nodding up at him. You both say your goodbyes and start heading outside.
“Monty, what was the fight over?” You wait until your outside to ask.
“It doesn’t matter,” you don’t miss the way his arm tightens around you, bringing you closer. “It’s over now.”
It’s not until you arrive at the Jeep that you start pushing the subject.
“Come on, Mont, just tell me,” his hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles reopening. “You practically bashed his head in, it was obviously important, so you might as well tell me.”
He sits in silence for so long you don’t think he’s going to answer, but he finally does, parked in front of your house.
“He said things about you, (Y/N),” he says quietly, “things that no one has the right to say about you. He doesn’t get to objectify you and have no consequences.”
“You almost broke Alex’s face because he objectified me?” You ask incredulously.
“Sometimes it amazes me that you just don’t see it,” he lets out a short laugh, finally unlocking the doors. “I mean the feelings I have for you….I gotta go princess, I’ll see you at the party tonight.”
You still had more questions, but you also knew that when Monty shut down, he was done. You spent the next couple hours just thinking about what he’d said, what he possibly could’ve meant. Eventually though, you push it out of your mind and get ready for the party.
“Jess!” You yell over the music, trying to get your friends attention. “Have you seen Monty?”
“He’s on the balcony outside my room,” she hands me a red cup, filled with alcohol no doubt. “You’re gonna need this if you’re planning on talking to him about what I think you are.”
“Thanks,” you nod, also knowing you’d need a little extra courage. You drain the cup on the way up the stairs, quietly walking into Jess’s room. “Mont?” You open the door to the balcony, sitting down next to him.
“I was wondering when you’d get here,” he says quietly, gazing up at the stars. “I guess we have a lot to talk about, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “You go first.”
“Always were a bit of a baby, baby,” he looks over at you, a small smile on his face. “I’m just gonna get straight to the point,” he turns to face you completely, and you sit normal, just looking at him across from you. “I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N), and I have been for awhile. I was just so scared of saying the wrong thing and then suddenly one of the best friendships I’ve ever had is now awkward and different.”
You sit in stunned silence. Even mulling over his words from earlier, you never actually expected this.
He starts to panic because of your silence and starts rambling.
“I obviously misread all our flirting, I guess it was just me. I knew I shouldn’t of said-”
You practically launch yourself at him, crashing your lips to his and cutting him off.
“I think I’m in love with you too,” you say breathlessly, reattaching your lips almost instantly.
It’s hard to kiss when your both smiling however, and end up just resting your forehead against his, waaaay happier than you thought possible.
You turn around as Shawn pulls his jeans off. You stare at the far wall, looking around aimlessly when you catch sight of Shawn in the reflection of the mirror on the back of your door. He’s standing there in his boxers that are clinging to everything, drying his hair with the towel. He looks up and sees you in the mirror and smiles big and lets out a chuckle.
“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shawn asks as he wraps the towel around his waist.
You turn around and go to your dresser. “I think I have some sweats and a hoodie maybe?”
“Perfect,” he says as you hand him a pair of your older brother’s black hand me down sweats that are too big for you and an oversize hoodie you had folded up on top of your dresser. It’s the only things you have that might fit his huge frame. You turn around as he puts them on in case he wanted to take his boxers off. “I’m sorry Liam was such an asshole in the end,” Shawn says softly.