i had to take off like all the brightness

1. Let’s take a shower together with the lights off. Let’s leave our insecurities in the brightness.

2. I like the way you look at me when you’re laughing. I like the way you know it’s my favorite sound.

3. Let me wear your sweater. Let me sit in your bed and listen to you tell me about how you were as a kid.

4. I like the way you talk about all the people before me like they didn’t come close. I like the way you make me feel like the only one who has ever had a chance.

5. I know forever is a shot in the dark, and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but listen. I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we’d make it.

—  Let’s Make It. // Love Thoughts, Pt. 1
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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.


Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Why Holmes Is Ridiculous

Being a list of his oddities, which I am keeping for my own amusement, or possibly for blackmail. I will add to this whenever new proof comes along.

1. The Persian slipper. He keeps his tobacco in the toe of a slipper. Why? Does it tickle his sense of humor? Was it the nearest thing to hand? Does the tobacco not taste of feet, now?

2. The knife in the mantelpiece, which keeps his correspondence in place. I do not understand the purpose in stabbing one’s letters. It is neither picturesque nor practical, and it makes a series of holes in the mantel. It also makes the letters rather difficult to read.

3. The contradiction between his professed philosophy and his actual soul. He talks like an ascetic, and lives like a poet. He scolds me for sentimentality and praises the flowers. He calls my stories rubbish for their romanticism, then lets our suspect escape because he committed his crimes for love. He names his own body mere transport, claims to live wholly divorced from its sensations; yet he surrounds himself in music and incense and wine, and takes me to out to dinner at every possible excuse.

4. He once summoned me all the way across town to listen to his thoughts on the beautiful nature of dog-kind. He sent me a telegram. He said it was urgent.

5. He has the lashes of a society girl. A very lovely girl.

6. Also, he colours up like a girl when I praise him: turns pink as a peach. I praise him as often as I can manage it, for the entertainment.

7. He has the manners of a cat. He lays about about all evening, prowls about all night, and finally falls asleep in broad daylight, in odd places–curled up in the depths of his armchair, or stretched out on the sofa; once, atop my shoulder, in a railway car. I spent the better part of two hours with him snoring gently into my neck, trying my utmost not to laugh.

9. He is really quite discourteous to the Yard, who are actually useful to him; yet he is startlingly attentive to me, and has always been so, long before I became at all useful, or proved myself anything more than a broken-down reject of his Majesty’s service. He mocks my writing, but he treats me beautifully.

8. He takes no exercise whatsoever, despises fresh air and country holidays, and spends a quarter of his days full prone upon the sofa, thinking; yet he maintains a remarkable physique: slender, lean musculature capable of sudden power and startling grace; bright eyes, magnificent legs. He’s like a thoroughbred horse; his strength is in the bone of him. He’s–

[Here the numbered list breaks off abruptly. There is a single notation beneath this point, in the same pen, but notably shaky:]

What have I been thinking? How on earth have I allowed myself to get so far?

[No explanation of this extraordinary statement is offered.]

————

“Do you really think me ridiculous?”

“Holmes. Oh, Holmes, you did take it. You’ve had it this entire time?”

“Yes.“

“What have you been doing with it all these weeks?…Never mind, I don’t want to know. Please give it to me.”

“Tell me what the last line means.”

“Nothing. It means nothing of any significance. Will you give it here?”

“It is impossible for it to mean nothing.”

“Nothing that need concern you, then.”

“Watson.”

“Holmes. I can’t tell you.”

“Could you tell me if I held your hands? Like so? H’m, no, it appears that strikes you entirely speechless. What if I do this? Ah. Still speechless….Oh. Oh, you’re shaking. Are you angry? Have I offended you? Watson–I am sorry. I can leave.”

“No!…Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I think you are ridiculous. And wondrous. You are wondrous.”

“Oh…That is acceptable.”

“Come here. You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“Pink as a peach. Absolutely beautiful.”

“For God’s sake!”

“Come here, and I’ll shut up.”

“…You’re ridiculous.”

“What? Take your face out of my neck, I can’t hear you.”

“I said, you’re ridiculous, too.”

“Yes, I know. Isn’t it lovely? We match.”

Beginners Luck

Title: Beginners Luck

Paring: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 973

Warnings: Jared’s a super huge fluffy teddy bear so none J

Request by @letsdisneythings said: Hi I was wondering if you could write something for me? I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is in her mid twenties, hasn’t dated before. And that the physical part of relationships makes her anxious? And Jared tells her he’s fine with going at whatever pace she’s comfortable with?



“Coming!!” grabbing your purse and quickly checking yourself in the mirror you took a breath and answer the door.

“Hi I-wow,” Jared freaking Padalecki is standing at your door. Your girlfriend had been right after all, you really wouldn’t mind who she set you up with! “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Oh crap do I have the wrong night?!” Jared suddenly looks a little panicked.

“No, no! My friend, Emma, she just didn’t tell me who she was setting me up with and I literally just shut off my TV with your face frozen on my Netflix.” Your eyes went wide and you blushed hard, “but not in a creepy way! That’s just how it happened! And oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Jared laughed, “You’re totally fine. I haven’t been on a date in ages so I’m super nervous too.”

Giving him a grateful smile you pulled the door shut. Well I haven’t dated ever, so this should go well.

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Soaked for Science

I went to the March for Science this weekend, and since I went armed with @eclecticmuses‘ wonderful FitzSimmons commission for me, I couldn’t resist writing a flufflet about the two of them actually marching. All signs mentioned were ones I saw. (Also, a brief exchange was inspired by one I had with @ifwehadamonkey later that day!) 
Rated G, in a canon-divergent s4 where everyone’s happy, healthy & in reality. ;-)

“Four hours.”

Jemma groaned, droplets flying off the sleeve of her sunflower-patterned raincoat as she whacked him on the shoulder. “Ugh, Fitz –”

“We’ve been standing in the rain for four hours.”

A burst of static crackled over the sound system as speakers changed places on the stage.

“And so has everyone else,” she pointed out, hopping slightly onto her tiptoes to glimpse something at the side of the crowd. Fitz reached out instinctively to hover one hand over her lower back, ready to catch her should she slip on the sopping wet grass.

“I can barely remember what it was like to be dry –”

“Oh, for –”

“I’ve never seen fingers wrinkle because of rain –”

Clapping her hands together, Jemma let out a little noise of excitement and grabbed onto his arm, interrupting his good-natured complaining. “Fitz, look!” He followed where she was pointing, blinking as rain dripped into his eyes. “Not all superheroes wear capes,” she said, reading the sign that she’d spotted within the crowd, “most wear lab coats!”

“Daisy’d agree with that,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think any superheroes wear capes. Too impractical.”

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Top of the World (reader x Tony Oneshot)

Characters: reader x Tony Stark

Summary: You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for. 

Warnings: none. Just straight-up fluff! Tiny mention of sexy times I guess?

Count: 1470

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Y/N: This was written in honor of the lovely @beccaanne814-blog !! Happy Birthday, my darling Becca!! I’m so happy to know you and I really hope you enjoy this fic. I love you!! Any feedback is appreciated, as always. It’s been a heck of a week, but I’m heading out of town in a few days for a much-needed break. There might be writing? Hopefully? I appreciate you all!! 

Masterlist

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Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Consciousness slowly seeped into the edges of your mind, taking its sweet time. You loved mornings like this: waking with no jarring alarm or rude phone calls. You had turned your phone off last night just for this purpose. Parting your lashes to test the brightness of day, you stretched lazily and felt a happy flutter when your hand brushed against the warm, solid body beside you. He must have slipped into bed in the early hours, never one to believe that nighttime meant sleep time.

You rolled onto your side to face him, taking in his handsome features in their relaxed state. He looked younger when he slept, more vulnerable. Part of you thought you should let him sleep, but then you decided against it. This was your day. You got to do whatever you wanted.

With a devilish smile, you began to trace the patterns of his unique facial hair. He was meticulous about it and you swore he either shaved once every hour or had invented some way to keep selective areas from growing whiskers. Even in these early hours, it was perfect. As he registered your light but noticeable touch on his skin, his brow furrowed in dislike.

“Mm. Quit it,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Nope,” you grinned.

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Mixed Blessings

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 Reader x Spock.
Prompt: Anon requested - Hello, I want to request a fic where the reader is in a (new) relationship with Bones or Spock (your choice). No one knows she should be on long-term meds to prevent migraine attacks. She asks Spock to teach her Vulcan mediation techniques to battle the attacks (but doesn’t tell him why). It doesn’t go well. Bones keeps her in med bay / on bed rest in her quarters (maybe Spock can help with the treatment?). They kinda police her med intake until she’s more comfortable having to take them. THX!
Word Count: 3702.
Warnings:
None.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: To the lovely Anon I had the pleasure of chatting with the other day who felt like Spock wasn’t getting enough love – I hope this is good! It was that conversation that swayed me towards writing Spock for this one instead of Bones, and I hope I’ve done him justice!


Mixed Blessings

You sit curled up against Spock’s side, enjoying the slight chill he’s giving off as the beginnings of what you’re sure is going to be a terrible migraine throb behind your eyes.  Your neck feels tight, the lights too bright, and the nearly-inaudible background hum of the warp core far too loud as your stomach turns: the auras are old news to you by now, you’ve been suffering from migraines since the age of fourteen, and lately they’ve been intensifying and coming nearly daily.

“Hey Spock?”  You say softly, your own voice echoing in your head and egging the headache on.

“Yes, ashayam?”  He asks, making your lips curl into a small smile at the term of endearment.

“I was wondering, can you teach me to meditate?”  You murmur.

He pauses momentarily as though considering what possible motivations you might have to want to learn the art of Vulcan meditation.

“Of course,” he replies.  “Is there any particular reason why you would like to learn?”

You shake your head, feeling the pain throb and reach out further, taking over you.  It’s all you can do to keep from throwing up on the spot as black spots dance in your vision.

“No,” you say in what you hope is a light and conversational tone.  “It might just be nice to be able to turn my mind off for a while sometimes.  Maybe it’ll help me worry less and detach myself from my work a bit.”

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Happy Birthday joanofshark13!

We wish @joanofshark13 a very Happy Birthday! In order to celebrate your birthday, @ally147writes has written you a special Everlark story! We hope you like it :)

Originally posted by thefearlesshannah


A New Dream

AN: Inspired by my own recent studying for exams, though mine didn’t have as happy an ending! Also, I’m Australian, so these are modelled after my own high school exams — didn’t have enough time to enlist a helpful American, unfortunately.
Happy Birthday to the prompter!

Rated G, but not for lack of trying…


As he steps through the automatic doors of Panem Senior High’s library, Peeta lets out a relieved sigh.

Silence. Blessed, beautiful silence.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 20

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 3.2k

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Mad Love

Title: Mad Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Song: Mad Love by JoJo 

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: None, just adorable, supportive Jensen

Request: @autopistaaningunaparte said: Yess!! So glad your requests are open! Can i request a really fluff Jensen x reader one, where she’s dancing and singing out loud, thinking she was all by herself, but then Jensen comes back home in order to surprise her and finds out that she can sing? Tysm in advance!! 

A/N: This was super fun to write and I hope you like it! Enjoy!!


 This song has been your personal soundtrack for weeks now. Hitting play on the video, you stepped back from your laptop, ready to give your solo performance.

You know, love is just one of those things

You can’t really explain, it’s, insane

Stepping off the elevator to your floor, Jensen started walking down the hotel hallway to your room. He was about 5 hours early, but he wanted to surprise you before that night’s events.

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Four times Maggie Scully’s prayers were answered and one time they weren’t

Written for @xfficchallenges The Fic You’d Never Write challenge. I’ve pretty much covered comedy, drama, family, sick, smut, angst, casefile and au in my stories so it was tricky to think of a new angle. I couldn’t bring myself to write another pairing, so I settled on another POV: Maggie Scully.

 1 Lost and found

She watched Fox as he walked around the apartment. She knew Dana thought highly of him, had come to trust in him. But she had also spoken of his impetuosity, the disregard he displayed for his own safety, his unwavering belief in the hopeless, the inexplicable and the outlandish. Dana told her that oftentimes during a case he was driven to point of closing his mind to logic, order or direct command. And for that, today, now, Maggie Scully was grateful. He barked orders at the techs, he spoke with authority to whoever he was conversing with on his cellphone, he regarded each blood stain, each hair, each upended object in Dana’s apartment with a deep consideration that made her believe in the hopeless – that Dana would come home. Safe.

           ‘Mrs Scully – why don’t I get one of the officers to drive you home. You should try to get some sleep.’

           She shook her head and looked at the fern that draped over the top of the cupboard in Dana’s living room. Bright green, well-cared for. Full of life. ‘I wouldn’t sleep, but I do feel like I’m in the way here.’

           Fox nodded and offered her a half smile of sympathy. She saw a depth of understanding in his eyes. She saw how his losing Dana cut him – they had shared so much in just a year or so. She saw respect and fear too. But above all she saw tenacity.

           ‘I can drive you, if you prefer.’

           ‘I wouldn’t want to take you away from here.’

           He chuffed out a bitter laugh. ‘Perhaps I’m better off staying. There’s lots to be done still.’

‘I’ll be praying.’

He put his hand on hers. ‘I will find her. I’ll do everything I can to find her.’

           ‘I know,’ she said. And she did.

2 Doubt and Trust

Dana rushed past her, taking the stairs two at a time and slammed the door of her room. The rafters shook and Maggie looked out the window at the garden, marvelling at how well it had survived the cooler months. As she waited downstairs, she could hear Dana opening drawers and shutting them. She heard her crying out and talking to herself, wild words, incomprehensible ranting. Maggie waited until it fell silent. She learned early on as a parent, that the trouble was always to be found in the silence.

Dana had been an introspective child, the quietest. Missy was all drama and theatrics, Bill was full of his own self-importance and blustering righteousness, Charlie was a noisy terrier desperate to keep up with the older ones. But Dana was always observing. And when she did break down there was always a damned good reason. Maggie knew her daughter felt so deeply, tried so hard to work out how to live in harmony with a world full of pain and injustice that it sometimes became impossible to be the stoic one, to not be worn down.

And whatever had worn her down now was frightening in its ferocity. This had not been a slow chipping away; this had been a searing, burning explosion.

Maggie trod carefully, holding the banister, weighing up whether to call Fox first or wait for him to come. He would come. Of that, she was certain. She knocked, lightly at first, then with more force. She rattled the door against its lock.

           ‘Dana, honey. Let me in. Please.’

           Silence.

           ‘Dana, I want to help you, but you have to open the door.’

           Nothing.

           ‘I have the key, Dana. I’m going to open the door anyway. It will be much better if you open it yourself. I just want to see that you’re okay, that’s all.’

           When Dana pulled back the door, Maggie tried to contain her rising fear. She was still fully dressed but rumpled, her hair tangled, her eyes red-rimmed and wide with terror. She was wringing her fingers, pacing.

           ‘It’s all been a lie, mom. All of it.’

           ‘I’m sure that’s not true, Dana.’

           ‘It is,’ she said, wiping spittle from her chin. ‘I’ve been so stupid. So stupid. How could I not have seen it?’

           Maggie moved forward, holding her arms out towards Dana. ‘Why don’t you  come downstairs with me? I’ve made tea. You’ll feel better if you drink something, sit down.’ She brushed the sides of Dana’s arms, just a light touch, but one that sent her daughter skittling backwards as though her fingers were electrically charged.

           The rapping at the front door was the tipping point. Dana sunk to her knees, clutching her hands against her ears. When the knocking came again, louder, more insistent, Dana jolted upright and shoved Maggie out of the door. ‘Don’t answer it. It’s them. They can’t come in. If you answer it, they’ll kill me.’ She shut the door.

           The walk down the stairs was terrifying. The fear that Dana would hurt herself if she answered the door weighted against the fear that she would hurt herself if she didn’t. Before she even pulled it open, she knew it was Fox and that she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She recognised the look in his eyes. The depth of understanding. Respect and fear. And the tenacity.

           And the moment Dana collapsed in tears she saw the love too.

That night she prayed for her daughter. And she prayed for Fox. And she prayed they could move past this event to regain their mutual trust. The trust they needed more than her prayers.

3 Strength and Weakness

Dana’s skin was so pale and with her gaunt face, she looked haunted. Maggie knew she was stubbornly refusing to be as terrified as everyone else. Maggie sat in the chair most nights and read to her. She slept fitfully, twisting the sheets and mumbling about Mulder. Whatever had happened since he reappeared, Maggie felt sure that her daughter would rest easier if Fox spent a little more time with her. The chip that Fox had offered up as a cure was a mystery that Bill refused to give any credence to, but Maggie knew her daughter, and if Dana trusted Fox with her future, then the least she could do as her mother was to wait and read and hope.

           Dana stirred, turning her face to the window as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at Maggie. Maggie squeezed her hand and offered her a cup of water. Dana hoisted herself up and sat against the starched pillows.

           “Has Mulder been in?”

           “He called by earlier, but didn’t stay. Can you manage something to eat? A little jello? Bill stopped by too. He says to say hi.”

           “I think he chooses to stop in when Mulder’s here so he can look like he cares more.”

           Maggie clucked. “I think that’s a little unkind, Dana.” She gave Dana a spoon and a bowl of orange jello.

           “It’s true. His presence here intimidates Mulder.”

           “Fox is a grown man. An FBI agent. He carries a gun. Your brother shouldn’t intimidate him.”

Dana swallowed a mouthful of jello and smiled. “Mulder’s vulnerable at the moment. He’s had his beliefs tested. He has had to re-examine his entire purpose, his quest for the truth, his job,” she paused and took another spoonful. “This illness. His passion is both his strength and his weakness. He’s been shattered by recent events.”

Dana lay her head back against the pillow.

“You can’t use all your strength worrying about Fox.”

“Who else will, mom?”

She was asleep within minutes. Mulder knocked gently and slid into the room, taking the seat on the other side of the bed. Maggie put the book on the side table and whispered to him that she was going to find a cup of tea. He stood up as she left, closing the door behind her. She waited a moment outside. Watched as he lifted the chair closer to Dana’s side. Placed his hand over Dana’s.

           Maggie stopped on her way to the canteen, visiting the quiet room. She contemplated the landscape on the wall, a forest scene with towering trees that stretched their leaf-laden limbs to a deep blue sky. She closed her eyes and gathered her strength, praying for Dana.

And for Fox.

4 Forward and Backward

It was sometimes difficult to understand just what the FBI wanted. They took so much and gave nothing back. All Maggie wanted for her daughter was peace, dignity. She’d buried Fox. She’d witnessed the miracle of his resurrection. They had a child only to be forced to give William away. And then the trial. Charges that carried the death penalty. The break out. And years of forced isolation. And now this.

           The driveway was long and rutted. The house always seemed like it had been stuck on the block with no care. And now it just looked disheveled and sorry as they drove away.

“I’m sorry you had to come get me, mom.”

“I wish you’d tell me what’s going on, Dana.”

           Her daughter leant her head against the window and didn’t speak for hours.

Those first few days, Fox left 86 messages on the answerphone. Dana switched off her cell. Maggie threw away sandwiches, crackers, fruit and a put servings of pot roast, meatloaf and lasagne back in the fridge. She boiled the kettle more times than she could count and listened to Dana sob herself to sleep.

           “I can’t go back.”

           These were the first words Dana spoke.

           “Why not?”

           “I hurt him more when I’m there.”

           Maggie shook her head. “I know you two. You need each other.”

           Tears streaked Dana’s face. “We did. We do. More than is healthy. We take steps forward and then we run backward. That’s been the pattern of our lives.”

           “You’ll find a way through. I’ll help you.”

           Dana sobbed, laying her head on her arms across the table. “Prayers can’t fix this, mom.”

           Maggie prayed anyway. And the FBI finally stopped taking.

5 Answers and Questions

The sounds came and went, along with the light. The sounds fell away. The light blinded her then receded. She took comfort in the feel of someone holding her hand but sometimes, when she woke up, her hands were folded across her abdomen and all she had left was the ghost of a touch.

It was dark. It was bright. It was silent. It was chaos. She was comforted. She was frightened.

She could hear his voice. Charlie. Love swelled in her heart, her veins. She couldn’t hear because love was pulsing through her, rushing in her ears and keeping her eyes pressed shut. She’d prayed for Charlie’s return to the fold, to her breast. He’d come home.

She willed her eyes to open. She saw Fox. And Dana.

“My son is named William too,” she said.

One last prayer. Just one.

Duality part 3 (J-Hope smut/angst)

Summary: You treasured your friendship with Hoseok, until a drunken mistake changed everything.

Originally posted by lesbianvmin

Part one Part two Part four Part five

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Smut/angst


“Come on guys, please pay attention,” you begged.

You couldn’t understand a word that the boys were saying because they were all talking over each other and howling with laughter. You and Hoseok had been trying to show Jin the simplest of moves, but he just couldn’t get it right. After five demonstrations, he was still doing something entirely different with his body, so the other members had turned on him. They now were surrounding him like a pack of hyenas and taking it in turns to demonstrate exaggerated versions of his awkward movements. Even Hoseok, who was supposed to be helping you teach them the new choreography, had ditched you and was joining in with the riot. You stood alone at the front of the room, helplessly observing the madness. Jin was at the center of it all, bright red, his face creased as he struggled to breathe from laughing.

“I feel like a zookeeper,” you yelled, but no one heard.

You walked over to the speaker and turned off the music.

“Go for your lunchbreak,” you shouted. The members’ selective hearing conveniently kicked in and they all turned to thank you for your hard work before heading out of the door, still chuckling and mocking Jin. Only Hoseok stayed. He walked over to you and picked his jacket off the floor.

“I hate working with you guys,” you grumbled.

“Well we love working with you,” he said, then pinched your nose. You playfully slapped him away.

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Sparks Flying

Johnny Seo x Reader

(A friend of mine suggested this and I fell in  love with the idea)

You were sitting at home alone, flopped over your bed, bored out of your mind. You attempted to entertain yourself by scrolling through all of your social media feed, only to find that practically all of your friends were out doing something. You sighed putting your phone down next to you before burying your face in your pillow. A minute had passed before you heard a soft ping next to you. You furrowed your brows and picked up your phone, it was your best friend of many years…Johnny… “I’m going to be there in 20 minutes, get ready to have some fun!~” the text said.

Fun? What the hell was he talking about? You glanced out your window and saw the sky painted a bright rosy orange color…what could he possibly be taking you to do? You shook your head and headed to your closet to change out of the sweatpants you had been wearing. You just so happened to find your best friend incredibly attractive and you may or may not have been crushing on him since you guys were freshmen in high school, so you wanted to look good. You settled for a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a black and white striped shirt with a flannel tied around your waist, and some cherry red converse. You did some light makeup and fixed your hair and heard your phone ding again. You picked it up and saw a message saying “How long are you going to make me wait?! I’ve been outside for almost ten minutes!” You snorted before grabbing a small bag, tossing your phone, wallet and apartment keys inside.

You headed down to the lobby of your apartment complex, to see your tall friend leaning against the wall by the main doors. He noticed the sound of your footsteps and looked up, donning a fake frown “I can’t believe you Y/n! You made me wait for soooo long!” He teased playfully before wrapping you up in a hug ruffling your hair. You laughed and pushed him off of you, hitting his shoulder playfully. “Okay you giant dork, what are we doing?” You asked him. “It’s a surprise!” He smiled down at you cheerfully. You smiled shaking your head…well as long as you two were together…it wouldn’t be so bad…

You both had headed down to the subway station and he payed for both your tickets, even though you had argued that you had money with you, only for him to say that if you knew where you guys were going it would ruin the surprise. You glared at him in fake anger before he snorted at your antics, taking your hand and leading you onto the train.

Once the train stopped, you both got off, and you both headed up and out of the subway, where your eyes were met with the bright vivid colors of a carnival. You let out a small gasp, which caused Johnny to laugh, “Come on y/n! I didn’t bring you here just to gawk at it!” He said smiling before once again taking your hand. You felt yourself blush at his gesture, but brushed it off, reasoning that he just didn’t want you to get lost…yeah that was it…definitely.

You two were having so much, you felt all your worries and cares about the world melt away whenever you were with him…it had always been like that even when you were kids. He never failed to make you laugh, he was always there to be a shoulder to cry on, pick you up when things hit the fan at a party, or when your ex boyfriends were being jerks… You loved everything about him, from the way his fringe fell in his face, no matter how many times he tucked it behind his ear, the way he would send you awful jokes and bad pick up lines at 3:00am, the way he looked when deep in thought, the way he danced and sang, to the way he always made you feel better… You watched in awe as he threw the last basketball in the carnival game you two were standing it. “Ah I got close that time huh?” He smiled down at you scratching the back of his neck. You smiled and shook your head, “You dork, I told you these things are rigged.” You laughed. You noticed many people had headed off towards a park nearby, but you shrugged it off, as long as you two were together you could care less what was going on around you. He slung his long arm over your shoulder, “I know it’s getting kind of late, but I have one more thing I want to do… well…three actually…but don’t worry! They’re small things…” he said, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

He stopped in front of the Ferris wheel, “This is our last stop before we head back.” He said, gesturing to the seat on the ride, “After you Mademoiselle~” he said bowing. “Why thank you kind sir.” You said in a dramatic tone before stepping inside the cabin. You noticed him whisper something to the person controlling the ride before he sat down next to you. It was almost comical how awkward his long legs looked cramped in the small space that were your seats. You laughed at the sight, earning a pout from him. The ride started up and slowly you were lifted up to the top of the wheel where the ride stopped. You closed your eyes smiling and breathing in the crisp evening air…this was perfect… “Y/n…” Johnny said next to you. You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Yeah?” You responded. He blushed lightly before taking at deep breath, “We’ve known each other for as long as I can remember, you’re my best friend, you’re hilarious, you’re a dork, but so am I…and you’re beautiful…” He paused, you felt your stomach drop. He sighed and looked up towards the stars above you both, “What I’m trying to say, is I love you y/n…I have ever since we were younger…” his blush darkened. “Johnny Seo!” You yelled in mock frustration, his eyes widened. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that?!” You yelled back smiling from ear to ear. His eyes brightened and he smiled his signature bright smile, and gently cupped your face before pulling you closer to him, kissing you. You felt your heart stop and your eyes widen, before fluttering shut as you melted into the kiss and his gentle touch…After you two broke away a loud boom was heard and you jerked your head to the side where you saw fireworks shooting off in front of you. You gaped in awe at the sight, before turning back to Johnny, “You planned this didn’t you? That’s what you asked the controller didn’t you?!” You said pointing a finger at him. He scratched the back of his neck chuckling nervously, “Y-yeah…I just wanted this to be special…” he trailed off. “Shut up and kiss me again.” You said pulling him towards you, your lips meeting again as the fireworks continued to shoot off in the distance…I guess you could say sparks really did fly…

It Hurts Like Hell

                               - Part II


Kai Parker x Reader
WORD COUNT :
2045

! Part I …

*not my gif

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“Wake up Y/N.” Kai shook her shoulders a couple of times.
A few moments later Y/N opened her eyes looking confused around the room , her gaze falling on Kai.
“How are you feeling?” he asked leaning over her, a hint of worry in his voice.
“Where am I ?” Y/N asked confused , her hand reaching for the place Kai had stabbed her with a knife. “You stabbed me with a knife …” she raised her voice sligthly. “How am I healed ?”
Kai sat on the bed next to her.
“Whoa you ask a lot of questions… You are in my bed.” he said , as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Y/N’s eyes widened. What had happened ? Did they … She tried to focus her thoughts. Kai stared at her amused.
“Love that shocked expression you have on right now.” he said letting out a short laugh , Y/N turned to face him , a million questions going through her head but before she could speak Kai said “Relax. Nothing happened.” He sounded almost disappointed , or maybe she had imagined it. “…and your wound is healed because I healed you with magic when I got back a few hours ago.”
Y/N stared at him in disbelief.
“What ? You didn’t think I’d really let you die , did you? In what universe does that make sense ?” he said , a slight smile on his face.

Y/N sighed. “It’s kind of what I thought , yeah.”  
A look of hurt crossed Kai’s face but faded away quickly. Suddenly tossed a paper bag on the bed next to her.
“Get changed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”  he said leaving the room.
Y/N waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps and emptied the bag on the bed. Black skinny jeans and a white top with print on it saying ‘cupcakes’. At least Kai knew what clothes she liked … which for some reason both creeped her out and flattered her at the same time.  She changed as fast as she could , but still not fast enough because Kai walked in just as Y/N was changing her shirt.
“Ooops … sorry!” he said grinning without lowering his gaze. “You know .. you are like really pretty.” he said.
Y/N felt her cheeks blush but didn’t get the chance to say anything because right after that Kai grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room.
“Come on.”  he said smiling.
Y/N sighed, he was so confusing. Yesterday he had her tied up and nearly choked her to death and now he was being super nice and lovely … His mood swings were making her feel dizzy.

Kai dragged her down a small hallway and into the kitchen. Y/N stopped at the door. He turned around , not releasing his grasp on her wrist.
“What?” he asked confused “I made you breakfast.”
Y/N still refused to step inside.
“Oh come on , Y/N. Can’t you see I am trying to apologise ?” he said , looking at her with an apologetic look on his face. Y/N sighed and walked inside.
“You seem in a good mood … Whyyy ?” she asked while sitting on one of the chairs.
Kai pile stacked a couple pancakes and some bacon in two plates , grabbed the maple syrup and took them to the table. He placed one of the plates in front of Y/N and sat on the closest chair to her. Yep , he clearly had done research.. .she thought starring at the breakfast he had made. Pancakes and bacon were her favourite breakfast food.
“Thank you for the change of clothes …and the pancakes.“she said while snatching the maple syrup from his hands.
Kai looked amused. Y/N poured maple syrup all over the pancakes , slightly mixing it with the crispy bacon and then left it on the table.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her the whole time.
“You really like pancakes , don’t you?” he said grinning while pouring some maple syrup all over his pancakes. Y/N couldn’t help but smile back at him , his smile making her smile.
They ate in silence for a while, Kai glancing at her every few seconds , a grin on his face. He was in a REALLY good mood …

“While you were sleeping …” Kai said after they had finished breakfast “… your friends called taking the deal. They tried to pull one over on me , so in the end I didn’t get the Ascendant but on the bright side I got to do the merge. Of course Luke had to interfere so in the end I merged with him instead of Jo, which I’m fine with , I guess. I won and all…”
Y/N’s eyes widened. If Kai had merged with Luke and was there with her that means Luke was… “Luke is dead , isn’t he?” she asked , her voice hollow.
Kai nodded. “I told him ‘It’s your funeral’ but he didn’t listen.”
Poor Liv , she thought , the pain she must be going through…
“So what does that mean for me ?” Y/N asked curious , if he hadn’t gotten the Ascendant maybe he would keep her there until he does.
Kai clenched his jaw , suddenly he looked sad , all the happiness gone from his face. “You can go.”  he said getting up.
Y/N glanced at him. Something was not right here , she just couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Kai looked different and even sounded a little different.
“Or , if you want , you can stay..” he said with a hopeful expression on his face.

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Kai’s hopeful expression when he had asked her to stay , then the look on his face when she was leaving his apartment was seared into Y/N’s mind. Every time she closed her eyes , it was right there. It’s not like she had wanted to leave straight away. Y/N wanted to find out why he was acting strange but she had left because she had to go see her friends. They would surely freak out if they didn’t see her or hear from her and go after Kai. She also had to go find Liv…she’d need a friend right now , but Liv wasn’t picking her phone and no one besides Tyler had seen her.

Y/N walked to the Salvatore Boarding House. Walking always helped her gather her thoughts and put things in perspective and she had a lot of things to think about that day. For some reason she couldn’t get Kai out of her thoughts and she wanted to see him again.
About a half hour later she was already at the door ringing the bell.
Caroline opened the door almost immediately and pulled her into a hug.
“I am so glad you are OK !” she said , relief clear in her voice. “Thought we lost you.”
“Yeah ….” Y/N replied. “I was worried there for a moment too…”
Walking into the living room Y/N noticed balloons and Miss Cuddles - Bonnie’s favourite stuffed toy from when they were kids.
“It’s Bonnie’s birthday … God ! I had completely forgotten ! … ” Y/N said , feeling guilty. Bonnie had helped her through so much and was now stuck in the 1994 prison world , alone.
“Being kidnapped by a psychopath gives you a pass.” Elena said smiling pulling her into a hug. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” Y/N smiled back taking a cupcake from the table. Caroline stared disapprovingly but said nothing. “Thank you…”
Elena pulled her into another hug nearly knocking the cupcake off Y/N’s hands.
Suddenly Y/N felt guilty and she couldn’t understand why ….
“Want to help us with the decorations ?” Caroline asked holding a large box filled with balloons , multi colour bows and other decorations.
“Sure. I could use a distraction.” Y/N said , finishing her cupcake.

A few hours passed. Y/N helped Caroline finish setting up the decorations and the balloons. Anything to distract herself from Kai and all the thoughts and feelings swirling in her mind. Why had he acted like this this morning ? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him ? And most importantly why was she craving his presence … ?

Caroline left with Stefan to go find the version of Miss Cuddles she had buried as a child , leaving all Y/N alone.  She sat on the couch , starring at her phone screen checking her contacts. She wanted to call Kai and talk to him. Her finger hovered over the screen for a few moments before pressing the ‘call’ button. Shortly after she heard a familiar ringtone from somewhere behind her.
“I wondered if you’d call…” said a familiar male voice behind her. Turning around , she came face to face with Kai , his expression unreadable.
“What are you doing here ?” Y/N asked , hanging up the phone.
“Nothing much. Just a favor for a favor … ” Kai said trailing off.  He walked towards the couch and sat next to her. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. She wanted to ask him so many questions but couldn’t find a way to begin …
Y/N turned around to glance at him and found him looking at her, his eyes were glistening with tears. Before she even had the chance to think about what she was doing , Y/N wrapped her hands around him and pulled him into a hug.
Kai stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then hugged her too , burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“I … I am so sorry , Y/N.” Kai said , his voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have done what I did to you. ”
Y/N pulled away and Kai looked disappointed the hug had lasted such a short time. Suddenly all her thoughts came into focus. Kai deserved a second chance and she wanted to give him one. Clearly the merge had done something to change him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes tho …
“I forgive you.” she said making him look up , a smile spreading across his face.
“You really forgive me?” he said. “After everything I did to you ?”
“Yes. ” she said pausing for a moment. “I think you deserve a second chance and I am willing to give it to you.” she smiled at him and leaned in closer to whisper in his ear “I like this new you… ” and then kissed him on the cheek.
All of the sudden Kai pulled her into another hug , wrapping his hands around her tight. Y/N had to admit it to herself , as crazy as it sounded after all Kai had done to her … it felt really nice being in his arms.
“Thank you.” he whispered. “No one has ever given me a second chance before …”
Kai was holding her so tight , she could feel his heartbeat getting faster.
Y/N didn’t know how long they had stayed like this , but the longer she was in his arms the more she realised that she needed him.
“This feels nice.” she muttered more to herself than to him.
“It really does..” he whispered back. In this moment Kai felt a kind of happiness he never had experienced before. The guilt that used to keep him up at night the past few days was washing away … because of her. Y/N had forgiven him even tho Kai knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness.

“Well , aren’t you two getting all nice and cozy on my couch.” Damon said , scaring both of them. Y/N and Kai pulled away from each other so fast , Y/N nearly fell off the couch but Kai grabbed her and kept her in place. “Get up , creeper. We have work to do.”
Y/N looked confused from Kai to Damon and back to Kai.
“He is going to help us bring back Bonnie…” Damon said answering the question in her eyes , pouring himself a glass with bourbon. “And he is going to do it today.”

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zanzaalk  asked:

Hi!! Could you do a seventeen(vocal unit) reaction to when their s/o is someone who doesn't cry often and is always smiling and making others happy breaks down crying in front if them? Thank you!

Jeonghan: He wouldn’t show much of emotion at first. But his inner self would be overhelmed with feelings. He would lead you over to a couch, lying down with you and cuddling with you while complaining about you not telling him. He would leave butterfly kisses all around your face, promising you to be always there for you and assuring you you can rely on him without hesitation.

Originally posted by jeonghan-1004svt

Joshua:I can see Joshua becoming totally confused and heartbroken. He hates seeing you in this state. He knows you as a strong girl but when you suddenly burst out crying, he knows something bad must have happen. He would try to comfort you with a hummed song.

Originally posted by sassyminghao

Woozi: He would blame himself for not being able to see the pain you were feeling. He would know you had to be pushed to your limits to become like this. He would just stand there awkwardly, repeating his apologizes for not being quick enough to know something is off. I think he would be afraid to touch you due to him being nervous he could do something wrong and make you feel worse. You would have to approach him and make a contact first for him to take you into a big, loving hug, giving you all the support he can.

Originally posted by seventeencutecarrots

Dk: Dk would feel like the sun suddenly stopped shining. Your bright smile made him always happy but now it was changed into pain and tears which rips his heart apart. He would probably start crying too, taking you into big hug, clinging to you like a baby monkey. He would start doing his aegyo or something funny despite his tears, in order to make you smile even a little. After he finally did it, he would be very relieved. Finding new courage, he would continue in his crazy dancing until you laugh, lighting up his sun again.

Originally posted by minpoong

Seungkwan: Wouldn’t know what to do. As soon as your first tears escape your eyes, he would start to panic. He would start asking you what’s wrong and when he sees you’re not in the state to answer him, he would feel lost about what to do. He would take into his arms, holding you tightly, hoping you would feel happy again. If it didn’t work in a few minutes and you still continued crying, he would probably get very down, feeling depressed. In the end, you would have to comfort him because he would actually start feeling even worse than you. Seeing you like this would probably break his heart into pieces.

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here

I don’t wanna sound like an old man but honestly modern demands for fast food service at 6 AM or late at night is killing us like sure if you just worked a night shift then fine I guess wanting a sandwich at 6 AM is understandable but

Come on

Food service workers having to be up until 2 AM to serve people food or get up at 4 AM is just???? so unnecessary??? and such a luxury for the customers who take that for GRANTED and expect bright smiles and bending over backwards all the time

The only time I’m like god I wish I lived in the past is bc my dad would talk about how every Sunday most businesses were closed and like McDonald’s wasn’t 24 hours and how EVERY place had holidays off

You probably worked hours of the day that were like, reasonable, instead of a norm where literally any time of day is acceptable because they wanna be open for business all the time

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 1)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Link to: Storyboard (reference pictures)Prologue | Masterlist | Next

Originally posted by tbhobi

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 1:

The night air is crisp, burning slightly but pleasantly in my throat and lungs with every rapid inhale. Overhead, the full moon casts a delicate, silvery glow on the surrounding trees, dappled pattern changing with every soft breeze. Leaves crunch under my shoes, making it easy to trace not only my whereabouts, but also his, even at a distance. I lighten my steps, hoping to buy myself a couple meters and thus a few more seconds.

The bag in my hand is heavy, but I force myself to put up with the weight a little longer. Taking my lips between my teeth, I press myself against one of the many trees that peppers the forest, sparse when standing among them, dense when taking it in as a whole.

I can hear him pause, listening for me.

Suddenly, it’s too quiet. The leaves have stopped rustling and my heartbeat sounds like a drum. Trying to further muffle my breathing, I place my free hand over my mouth, ears straining to find any sign of life. Where is he-?

My scream cuts through the night air as his warmth wraps around me, pinning my back to the rough bark, but stopping me from falling with a sure yet gentle grip. Jungkook’s nose presses into my hair, putting his lips right next to my ear as he says, tone teasing, “Gotcha.”

I push him away playfully, making sure the bag hits him, “How do you DO that?”

Pulling off the scarf I had wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, he shrugs, lightly rubbing his upper arm from the impact, “Maybe you’re just really bad at hiding, Eun-ah.”

“Yah! No, that’s definitely not it,” I laugh, walking around him; yet glancing over my shoulder to make sure he follows. “But if it makes a difference, that was the fastest one yet.”

Jungkook smiles as he jogs to catch up, “I’m getting better.”

“You’re getting CREEPIER,” I tease, eyes searching for the clearing, “Now help me find it.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because I play YOUR stupid games all the time and this only happens once a month,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder, a more comfortable resting position for its heavy contents. “I know you know where it is.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and guiding me forward, “I do.”

Despite us having gone there only twice, Jungkook guides me with the surety of a professional navigator. Within the first thirty seconds, I give up trying to recognize the trees that all look the same, instead choosing to watch my companion’s face. His features are tensed in concentration, but I’ve always thought the expression suited him.

Living in a rural town with a population that is constantly teetering on the edge of one thousand means it is easy to become best friends with a next door neighbor, especially one as sweet and smart (and handsome) as Jungkook. It also helps that we are two of less than sixty people around our age within a ten mile radius, but I still count myself as fortunate.

“You’re the best,” I tousle his dark hair before sprinting forward, into the field sprinkled heavily with bright purple and blue Hepatica flowers.

Jungkook follows me hesitantly, glancing at the tree line as if he’s expecting someone to emerge, but I ignore him, opting to throw down the heavy bag in the middle of the clearing and start sifting through the various rocks and jars of herbs.

“Eun, are you sure you should be messing with stuff like this?” his low, apprehensive voice makes me pause. Squatting like the well-mannered girl I am, I swivel around to look at him with a questioning expression, but my friend’s attention is locked on something above us, presumably, the moon.

“You were fine with it last month.”

A small, uncertain noise comes from the back of his throat, “Yeah, but this time, it feels different. Bad.”

“It’s not like I’m summoning demons,” I scoff humorously, locating and taking out the old leather bound book I had somehow found on Ebay of all places, “Divination is harmless.”

“Really? Because standing in a flower field at midnight during a full moon…” his sentence trails off as I find the second object I need, a cloth pouch, removing the smooth bloodstone carefully, running the pad of my thumb over the bright crimson speckles.

“I need to concentrate, strong smells help with that, I like the smell of Hepaticas, and this is the only place we can find a whole bunch of them,” I explain as I stand, glancing down at the text near my feet for further instruction. “And the book says the full moon will bring me closer to the spirits.”

The lack of protest from my usually highly responsive companion catches my attention and I can’t help but pause, turning to see if something is wrong. Unmoving, painted in the harsh, highly contrasted, yet grey tinted colors of night, Jungkook stands with his back to me, gaze still fixed on the unobscured moon above us. Suddenly, I notice how eerily silent it is, the air itself seeming to hang, suspended, stifling, which makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, but receive no response. I’m not even sure he heard me, so I try again, taking a step toward him, “Yah, Jungkook-”

My friend immediately collapses.

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Hot n’ Cold - Jakob Chychrun

Gif Credit

Note: Hi again, cuties! I hope you guys have been enjoying all the imagines just as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! Here’s another one for you guys, which I almost guarantee I had a shitload of second-hand embarrassment writing. Hope you all enjoy!

Mentions: Max Domi, Lawson Crouse, Clayton Keller

Warnings: Steam (but no smut), second-hand embarrassment if you feel that

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: William Karlsson

Teaser: “Just take off your coat, babe, you’re gonna have a stroke if you keep it on.” He finally got underneath your hand to undo the top two buttons, revealing the lace you had on underneath.

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Bechloe One Shot: Blind Date

What’s up nerds? This was requested by @metalheaddrummer. I hope you like it, dude!!

Chloe agrees to let Jesse set her up on a blind date. The big surprise is who Chloe’s date ends up being… (You guys know who it is…. ;)


“What’s up, Red?” Chloe heard a familiar voice call from behind her. She was surprised to turn around and see Jesse approaching her.

“Jesse, hey, what’s up?” She continued to scroll and look at her laptop.

Jesse came over and sat down beside her, smiling. Chloe gave a slight smile back. She felt weird. While she had talked with Jesse on numerous occasions, it had never been without Beca there, unless it was a “Hey, have you seen Beca?” Either way, her best friend, and also his girlfriend, was the center of Jesse and Chloe’s relationship. She knew Jesse knew that Beca was at work at the radio station. So he had to be talking to her for some other reason.

Chloe waited for him to say something. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Chloe sat her laptop down at her feet and turned toward him, “Something you need, Jesse?”

He looked up and chuckled, “Uh, yeah… Kinda. Are you seeing anyone?”

This question took her by surprise. Not just because of who was asking, but because no one had really asked her that in almost 3 years. She had dated since she had been at Barden, but nothing had been serious. A few guys here and there, and one drunken night with a small brunette girl who reminded her so much of the reason why she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else.

Jesse could see the surprise on her face, but misinterpreted, “Oh, hey, it’s not… I don’t want to know for me. I have this friend who’s looking. Really nice, guy. Tall. Good smile. I just thought maybe you guys would hit it off.”

Chloe’s expression didn’t change. “Oh. Jesse, I don’t know… I’m not really all that into blind dates…”

He reached over and grabbed her hand and squeezed, “Please, Chloe. Trust me on this. I think that you are really going to like who I am setting you up with. I think I know what you like better than you think I do.”

I seriously doubt that,” she thought to herself as her mind drifted to Beca. That’s really the only person she wanted. Beca. Jesse’s girl. The long-term lover of the guy who was trying to set her up on a date.

She had been infatuated with her ever since she first saw her walking around at the activities fair, hair pulled back showing off her “ear monstrosities” as Aubrey so often called them. Beca’s stand-offish attitude and innate disgust for group activities had been threatening to her college bestie, but Chloe had seen right through her tough attitude and immediately felt drawn to the caring, passionate person underneath.  

Plus, she was beautiful. Breathtakingly so, and as the years had drawn on and their friendship had grown and deepened, Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about her. About wanting to kiss her, wanting to caress her soft cheeks or lace their hands together. No matter where Chloe went or what she was doing, something always seemed to remind her of Beca.

The Bella’s often went out and did things together, and whenever they would, sometimes Chloe would let her emotions, and her hormones, get a little out of  control and she’d slip up. 

Like the time the Bella’s all took a trip to Six Flags. They were standing around deciding what ride they wanted to get on first, but their large group was in the way. A woman was trying to walk past them with her family, but Beca was in her path, so Chloe casually slipped her hand around Beca’s waist and pulled her back. It was a simple thing. Something she would’ve done to any of the girls,  but she left it there just a little too long. She found herself almost pulling Beca into her and when she realized this, she immediately let go. Beca didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t say so. Beca always seemed to miss Chloe’s “slip ups.”

Jesse waved a hand in front of Chloe’s face, “Earth to Chloe, you in there? Come on, just say yes. It’s one date. It won’t kill you, and you’ll be surprised by how into it you’re going to be.”

Chloe sighed and racked her brain for a good excuse as to why she shouldn’t give it a try. “Okay, fine. When and where?”

Jesse bounced with excitement, “Okay, awesome! Tonight, Grace’s, say… 7?”

Chloe whined, “Grace’s?… That place is expensive and fancy… That means I’m going to be broke AND I have to wear a super nice dress.”

Jesse got up to leave, “Don’t worry about paying. That will be covered. When you get there, the reservations will be under my name.You’re not gonna regret this, Chloe.”


Beca got off work and had a message from Jesse telling her to meet her at the restaurant. It was odd of him not to come pick her up, but he said that he had some things to take care of before meeting her.

Beca was happy with Jesse, but over the course of the past year they had become more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. They still went out, held hands, and kissed, but that initial spark between them was gone, and she was sure that he felt that way too. Tonight’s date was probably his last stitch effort to fix it.

She expected that he would have some kind of elaborate night planned. Dinner at Grace’s, a walk in the park where she would then be serenaded by the Bellas or the Trebles, and then probably some poem that we would read aloud to her. Jesse was a big romantic and Beca could get into it sometimes.

She got ready, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door. When she arrived at Grace’s she didn’t see Jesse waiting for her outside. She tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. “He’s probably already inside,” she thought.

She stopped at the hostess desk, “Excuse me, I’m looking for my date. I was supposed to meet him here at 7.”

“Name?”

“Jesse Swanson.”

The woman stepped from behind her desk, “Right this way, Miss.” She led Beca to a table towards the back.

She waited for almost ten minutes and she was growing anxious when she saw the hostess heading back toward her table. She was taken aback to see Chloe step out from behind her. “Chloe? What are you doing here?”

Chloe was just as confused as Beca, “Um, I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse’s friend here for a date… What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse here. He didn’t say anything about double dating tonight.” Beca felt her phone buzz in her hand. It was a text from Jesse.


Beca,  you and I both know that things have been kind of dialing down between us for some time now. But there’s someone in your life things haven’t dialed down with. At first, I tried to ignore it. I thought you guys were just really good friends. But the more you were around each other the more I could see it. You like her, Beca. And she likes you. You and I have never looked at each other the way that you two steal glances all the time. I may be the craziest man in the history of the world for this, but I’m setting you up with Chloe. Enjoy yourself. No hard feelings. I expect details as to how this night goes. Love you (in some weird twisted maybe platonic, maybe not kind of way.)

Beca stared at her phone for a long time just re-reading what Jesse had just sent. She looked from her phone to Chloe, who was still standing with her coat on.  “Umm…” 

Beca’s head was spinning. She was kind of embarrassed that she had let her feelings for Chloe show so openly, but she also felt butterflies in her stomach. She always got that feeling when Chloe was around. She looked at her friend, her potential date, and she was short of breath because of how beautiful she looked. Her hair as curled and falling on her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with eye shadow she had on. Beca’s eyes drifted to her lips which were bright red. Damn, she looks amazing… 

Before Beca could try to explain what was happening, Chloe’s phone went off.

Chloe, she’s all yours. Take care of her, will you? She really likes you.

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. “Beca… Um, Jesse just text me, and… Well… I think that…”

“He set us up.” Beca finished Chloe’s sentence.

Chloe’s face was as red as her hair. “Look, Beca… We can just leave. We don’t have to do this. I don’t know what he was thinking. I swear, I had no idea…”

Beca went around the table to Chloe’s side, “No. Don’t leave. Here, let me take your jacket.” Chloe let Beca pull her coat off her shoulders and watched her hand it to one of the employees. She came back and pulled the chair out, “Sit down.”

Chloe shook her head, “Beca, I… Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, really sure because we can just forget it all and go home.”

Beca’s face softened at how nervous Chloe seemed to be. Chloe, who always seemed so put together and in control. The girl who never faltered when a guy would make a pass at her at party. The girl who could confidently stand on a table and dance to the song “Get Low” after only consuming two alcoholic beverages was nervous about potentially being on a date with Beca. Beca the tiny, socially awkward DJ.

She smiled and crossed to Chloe realizing that tonight she was going to have to be in control, and for some odd reason, she felt it. She felt excited and empowered. She wanted to be here with Chloe so badly that all her usual fear and anxiety seemed to melt off of her and pass onto Chloe.

 “Chloe, do you honestly think that I don’t notice how you make excuses to touch me? That you fight for the spot on the sofa next to me on Bella Movie Night? Oh, and that you are constantly eye-balling my cleavage?” 

The look of embarrassment increased on Chloe’s face. “There are reasons why I never pulled away from you. Reasons why I always made everyone else move off your spot on the couch… Look, I don’t really do emotions and feelings well… But, you look incredibly beautiful tonight. More so than usual, if that’s even possible. I want you to sit down and have dinner with me. Just the two of us. And if you’re up for it, I may even slip my foot over next to yours underneath the table.” Beca gave a wink and Chloe laughed.

“Okay. I’ll have dinner with you.”

They ate, talked, and laughed all through dinner. When desert came, Chloe felt a soft foot rubbing against her leg. “Oh my God, Beca…” Beca didn’t look up, but just grinned when she felt Chloe’s foot playing with her own.

They were walking out the door carrying to-go boxes toward their cars. “So despite us being set up in such a strange way, this has been pretty great,” Beca said as she stopped beside Chloe’s car.

Chloe nodded, “It has.” She hesitated and looked into Beca’s eyes.

“What is it?”

“If you knew that I liked you and you liked me, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Beca looked up at Chloe, seeing she was kind of hurt.

Chloe could see Beca wasn’t expecting that and she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… At first I thought that you were just fooling around. That you were “play flirting” I guess. But the longer it went on, the more I wanted you to be real flirting. But I just couldn’t imagine you being into me. You are so great. You’re kind, sweet, caring, talented, gorgeous, and I am… Well, I am me. Plus, I had never had feelings for another girl like that before. It scared me, you know. Currently does scare me. Especially with you standing in front of me with those blue eyes that I could get so lost in…”

Chloe blushed and smiled rolling her eyes, “You don’t have to sweet talk me, Beca. I’ve already fallen.”

Beca had been different all night. She had been more confident in her actions and words. Chloe could see that confidence fading now as she looked up and fixed her gaze on Chloe’s lips. “Well… Good… Then… Then I can… Uh, I can do this…” She reached up and placed her hand on Chloe’s face pulling her lips down to her own. It was soft and sweet. Beca pulled back slowly finding that Chloe was following her not wanting the kiss to end.

“I owe your boyfriend big time,” Chloe giggled as she licked her lips. She could still feel the tingle of where Beca’s hand and lips had just been.

“Ex-boyfriend, I think…” Beca said scratching her head.

Chloe smiled and put her hand on Beca’s waste dragging her closer, getting to leave it there this time. “Well, since he is your ex, I won’t feel as bad about doing this.” She pressed her lips to Beca’s. This time the kiss was more urgent.

Chloe gently pushed her tongue to Beca’s barley touching it, but it was just enough to make Beca want more. 

Her whole body was beginning to heat up. She wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waste and slowly let her hands fall lower onto Chloe’s backside.

“What do you say we rendezvous some more back in my room?” Beca was smiling from ear to ear.

Chloe returned the large smile, “I think that sounds great. I’ll meet you there in ten.” Chloe watched Beca practically run to her car. Chloe grabbed her phone and started typing:

You have no idea what you have done. Thank you so much!! We owe you, big time!

Chloe hit send and then jumped into her car to race back to the Bella house, where she could finally be with Beca in the way that she knew it was always meant to be.

Imagine...Dean asking you out on a date

Originally posted by marilynmay

Pairing: Dean x reader

You sat at the kitchen table, a plate of oreos in front of you. Sighing, you reached for one, pulling your bare feet up into a cross-legged position, causing your dress to ride up your thighs some. Biting the cookie in half, you heard quiet footsteps walking towards you.

“How’d the date go?” Dean asked, entering the room. He leaned against the doorframe in a black tee and blue flannel pajama pants, watching you curiously. 

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