i hate doing texts on gif which is why i only did the last one here


New Start 

Request: Please do a grayson imagine where you have a boyfriend but he likes you and then you break up with your boyfriend and then you know he likes you :)

arguing, fluff…                        photo creds @ couplenotes


Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night. 

“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.

“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.

You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”

But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.

“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.

“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.

“Make that two!” Violet perked up.

“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.

“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.

“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.

He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled,  and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth. 

“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.

Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”

You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.

“It’s…James,” you sighed.

Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.

“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”

“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.

You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.

“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.

You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”

“No,” Gray’s lips twitched upwards, “you’re human.”

He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.

Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.

“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.

“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.

“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.

Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.

“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”

“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”

But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.

“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.

“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.

James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.

“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.

“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.

James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.

“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things  that you could only imagine of doing to her-”

“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.

A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.

“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.

James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”

“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”

“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.

And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.

You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.

“Now you listen here,” he began.

“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”

“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”

“J-James, it hurts.”

“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.

Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.

You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.

“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.

He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.

He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“Gray?” you said softly.

He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”

“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.

Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”

“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”

You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.

“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”

“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.

Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”

“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.

You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months. 

Imagine Chris taking care of you.

A/N: I’m never going to find a man like him. 😢😂

You awoke with a hoarse throat and a stuffy nose; every bone in your body ached and you knew you had come down with the flu. You cleared your throat then grimaced at the discomfort as you reached for your phone. You had to text your boyfriend, Chris, to cancel the day you had planned together; the last thing your superbly busy actor boyfriend needed was a cold to slow him down. You sent the text off then fell back asleep as you waited for a response.

Chris arrived at your apartment shortly after he got your text because not even the plague could’ve kept him from you. With him were a paper bag filled with groceries from Whole Foods so he could cook you proper food, and a plastic bag from CVS filled with lozenges and medicines that will hopefully speed up your healing process. His keychain jangled as he entered your apartment which was quieter than usual. The assumption was that you were sleeping because that was all you did when you were sick, you barely ate and always forgot to take your medicines. Hence why your boyfriend had to come over, to make sure the love of his life got the care she needed.

He quietly lowered the bags down on your kitchen counter top then padded down the hallway to your bedroom where you were asleep with your phone still clutched in your hand. He leaned against the doorframe and chuckled softly with a shake of his head before moving towards you to gently pull your phone from your hand. He put it aside then carefully adjusted you, your pillows, and your covers before leaving you to rest. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he made his way back to the kitchen, dialing your home phone to speak to your grandmother. You’d always raved about her chicken macaroni soup when either of you had the flu, claiming it had magical healing powers. You’d made it once for him before and it did make him feel better, so he figured he’d make it for you too. But first, he needed the recipe.

When you woke up again, light clanging noises could be heard coming from your kitchen; you figured it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You breathed in then cough, choking on your own stuffiness. You groaned as you sat up, gently massaging your neck with your hand. God, you hated the flu. For such a common illness, it really was a bitch. You shuddered even though it wasn’t cold out and grabbed your fleece throw, wrapping it around you like a cape before shuffling outside with small steps. The closer you got to the kitchen, the louder the noises got. Your eyes narrowed; had someone broken into your place? You stayed close to the wall then poked your head out around the corner, eyeing the mysterious man standing over the stove. A smile broke out when you realized it was Chris because did you really expect him to leave you alone?

“What are you doing here?” You chuckled softly and he turned around, smiling. “I thought I specifically told you to stay away from me and my apartment today.” He walked over to you, wrapping you into a warm hug and kissing the top of your head. You can’t afford to get sick, Chris.“ You tried to push him away but he only hugged you tighter.

"I can’t afford my beautiful girlfriend to suffer alone,” he pulled away and cupped your face in his hands. “You’re so warm, do you have the fever too?” You shrugged and he chuckled, dropping his hands. “See, how can I not come over? You’d be the death of yourself.”

“It’s just a cold, Chris,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well then,” he smiled, “let’s kick it together, shall we?”

You smiled and took the hand he was holding out, he led you over the sofa and sat you down. “I got Mulan in the player and The Princess and The Frog ready to go straight after, ‘cause Lord knows those are the movies you watch when you need motivation and strength.” You chuckled as he turned on your TV, pressing play. “Assortment of medication on the kitchen counter that we’ll get to after you have some food.”

“I don’t really feel like eating, Chris,” you told him what he’d expected to hear.

“I’m sure you’ll change your mind once you hear what I’ve got for you to eat,” he said with a smile that peaked your curiosity. You took your eyes off the TV and looked to where he was, scooping something out of a pot and into one of your ceramic bowls. “I gave Grandma Elsie a call,” he began as he made his way back over to you; the smile you had on your face told him that you knew exactly what he’d made.

“You didn’t.” You gasped when he nodded. “Chris,” you cooed then pouted adorably. “Thank you, baby.” He passed you the bowl which was insulated by a Minnie Mouse tea towel. “You’re the best.” He pointed at his lips, gesturing for you to kiss him. “No way,” you laughed. “I’m not getting you sick.”

“Fine,” he huffed. “How about one on the cheek?” He asked, turning his cheek for you. You sighed and leaned in to give him a quick peck, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “Ah hah,” he turned right at the last second and you got him on the lips instead. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled when you shook your head at him, trying not to smile. “I took anti-viral pills before coming over here, I had a feeling I was going to want to kiss you. I was very right,” he chuckled when you laughed.

“I love you,” you told him and he smiled, carefully wrapping an arm around you so you wouldn’t spill your soup. “And I love that you went through so much effort for me, you’re the best.” You spooned some soup with macaroni and shredded chicken into your mouth, grinning when it tasted exactly like your grandmother’s.

“The soup’s pretty good too, right?”

“Pretty good?” You chuckled. “Sweetheart, you nailed it.” He smiled and kissed your forehead before letting you enjoy your soup. “Honestly, Chris.” You turned to him, smiling as you watched him intently. He turned away from the TV and raised an eyebrow at you, “I don’t think I’ll ever meet another man like you.”

“God, I hope not,” he chuckled and you smiled. “'Cause I’m a lover, not a fighter.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “But you know something?” He pressed his lips against your head and whispered into your hair, “I’d fight both heaven and hell if it meant keeping you in my life.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I don’t think I’ll ever meet another man like you.”

Workspace: Part Four

Part Three

A/N: Expect smut in the next part and finally knowing what happened that drunken Monday night (; Also, this is kind of long because I didn’t want to leave you guys waiting any longer than I already have. Hence the typos that are bound to be there as well. love ya babez.

“Hey, Y/N.” Scott greeted me as I entered the copy room.

It was Thursday afternoon and up to this point it had been next to impossible to get Scott alone. He was either wrapped around Kira or stuck to Stiles. Whom I’ve also not seen a lot of. Stiles was uncharacteristically quiet at his desk too. Normally, he’d add a smartass comment or unwanted opinions in conversation with the girls. But since our little…um…accident, he’s barely utter a single word to anyone but Scott. No matter how hard I try I can not remember a thing from that night. I racked my brain over and over trying to call to mind what happened that night but it’s all just blank. And after being ignore and deprive of vital information, I decided that the only way to get what I wanted is through an aggressive approach.

“Hey!” I replied to Scott as I walked to the copier next to him with my papers. I regarded him coolly wanting no diversions from my mission.

He smiled at me warmly but I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. But I also need to play this smart, or I could have him retreating. So I took an easy route.

“How’s Kira?” I asked casually.

Scott looked at me feigning bemusement, but I gave him a knowing glance.

“She’s fine.” He said finally with a shy smile. His tan face turning a rosy hue.

I giggled softly shacking my head. I don’t understand why the two of them pretend that no ones knows they’re together.

“Today’s you’re date with Isaac, right?” He quizzed, and I knew he was eager to change the subject.

“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I set my papers on to the machine and pressed the start button. A second later they began sliding through the copier, their replicas launched out and resting on the tray to the side.

“That’s cool. Where you guys going?” He’d just put another stack of papers into his copier.

“Not sure. He wants it to be a surprise.” I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t suppress my grin.

“I’ll bet he does.” Scott said snidely.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I questioned as I eyed him.

“Nothing, Isaac’s a great guy.” But somethings about Scott’s tone made it seem he was telling a joke I didn’t get.

I was getting frustrated, we were seriously getting away from the real reason I was here.

“Scott, I need to ask you something.” This caught his attention away from his copying and he searched my face for some indication on my mood. I gave nothing away.

“Okay…?” He said cautiously.

I took a deep breath.

“So, I know you picked Stiles up from my house the other day…” I began.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something. To lie maybe. He open his mouth and then, wisely, shut it.

“I know you guys are best friends and all, but you’re the only person other than Stiles that knows exactly what happened that night.”

At my words, his brow furrows and his lips settled into a hard thin line. His reaction is…unexpected. It’s a mixture between disapproval and confusion with a dash of disbelief.

“What are you asking me?” He inquired although I sensed he already knows the answer. After a moment of silence, I realised he was going to make me say it.

“What did Stiles say happened Monday?” I diverted my eyes away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

“You don’t remember?” His tone is incredulous.

I shook my head. “No, I-”

The copy room door opens behind us and of course of all the people in the entire office building that could’ve walk in at that moment, it had to be Stiles Fucking Stilinski.

I blushed grabbing papers from the cooling rack and bustled out of room, Stiles stepping aside to let me pass. Once out the door, I turned and pressed my back against the wall next to the place in which I’d just fled. Was I ever going to know the mistake, or mistakes, I’d made on my one night in a drunken stupor.

“What the hell was that all about?” Stiles asked his tone a little more than a whisper. My eyes widened and I held my breath. Not wanting them to know I was still there.

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this…” Scott said almost confounded.

I couldn’t see their faces, but I assumed Stiles gave Scott one of his famous “let’s hear it” faces and probably a gesture or two.

“She doesn’t remember.” Scott scoffed in complete amazement.

“Doesn’t remember what?”

“Any of it. She was trying to talk me into telling her what happened.”

It was quiet for a beat and I caught the sound of Stiles exhaling deeply. I could imagine him running his hand through his wild hair, with the other hand perched on his hip. After another moment of silence, I feared I might get caught ease dropping so I scurried back to my desk. I began working with only more questions, and no closer to any answers.

“Lydia!” I implored her. “Please just pick one.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and stood from her perch on my bed. She looked over the outfits I held in either of my hands on hangers.

“Let’s see, plain jane jeans with a frilly white top and chucks or an outdated aline skirt with a frumpy sweater. Both of these suck.”

I groan. “Lydia, please. Can’t you just be a little bit of helpful?”

“I thought you never ask!” She beamed and pushed me aside, making me stumble to the right, out of her way and she sifted through my closet.

“Last season, ew last year.” She counted off the reason all of my clothes weren’t suitable for wearing one by one until she stopped.

“This.” She pulled a plain black v-neck of the hanger and held it up to me.

“That? Really?” I asked not really believing she was serious.

“And…” She walked over to my chest of drawers and rummaged through for a second.

“These!” She produced a pair of black skinny jeans with a hole in the left knee.

“Lydia I don’t think..”

“Black is sophisticated, elegant, and sexy. Besides you don’t know where you’re going. So a skirt my be over dressed and honestly the frilly shirt is just god awful.”

I ignored her jab, taking the items from her and looking them over. She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes big and green.

“Sexy, huh?” I said holding the shirt to my torso with a smirk.

Lydia squeal and hugged me tightly. “Now let’s do something with this hair.”

“My hair?” I wined with a slight fear to my words as the strawberry blonde pushed me to the vanity.

By the time Isaac texted me to say he was outside, Lydia had thoroughly done me up. My dark hair was curled into loose waves and my eyes lined with black. I hated to admit it but I looked…hot.

I grabbed my purse and house keys off my kitchen table before heading out. I turned to lock the door behind me. When I swivelled back around, Isaac was leaning up against his black Camaro with his arms folded. He wore a seductive smirk on his face and I took the short walk to him, to admire how handsome he really was. He was tall and lean, with light hair and captivating eyes.

“You didn’t get all dressed up for me?” He asked a little smug.

“Why? Are we going somewhere nice? I can change.” I asked now worried Lydia’s choice was wrong.

“No, no. You just look hot.” He chuckled.

His bold comment caught me off guard.

“Oh, thanks.” I said awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear dipping my head averting my eyes from his. I dreamily walked to my side of the car, anxious for what lie in wait for the night, and got in.

The movies.

His surprise date was just to the movie theatre.

Not dinner and movie.

Not hanging out watching movies.

A completely public, non-intimate, movie.

And on top of that, it was some gory scary movie.

I hate scary movies. Our conversation in the car oozed chemistry. We had so much in common and, although he wasn’t very witty, he was funny. And after all that, the fucker takes me to the movies. I don’t know why I was so mad. Maybe because I’d hyped myself up for some elaborately planned out date with hearts and flowers, and I was getting an extra butter popcorn with a box of Mike and Ike’s.

I hate Mike and Ike’s.

As we stood in line waiting for the girl behind the counter to provide us with our goods, I heard a familiar laugh behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kira walking in. I brighten immediately at the sight of her.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. My friend is over there!” I told Isaac not even giving him a chance to respond as I rushed towards her. She hadn’t spotted me yet, so I waved my hands to grab her attention.

“Kira!” I shouted.

“Y/N!” She shouted back with the same amount of excitement.

We collide hard when I embraced her.

“I’m so glad to see you.” I sound relieved, and I am. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Scott…as friends.” She added quickly.

I rolled my eyes as we detached from each other.

“Where is he at? Hiding?” I tease.

She blushes and jabs a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of him. I looked and see him just as he walked through the doors.

“Y/N” Scott hollered with glee and engulfs me in one of his famous bear hugs. Something about his reaction to seeing me startles me. He didn’t even seem surprised to see. Like he’d expected me to be there.

“Hey Scotty,” I chuckled patting his back.

“What are you doing here?” He asked releasing me from his tight grip.

I furrowed my brow, he knew very well what I would be doing here.

“My date…with Isaac?” I said still a little baffled.

“Ohhhh! Was that tonight?” He ask with a theatric attempt at confusion.

What was he playing at? I look at Kira for some answers, but she only shrugged and shook her head equally as confused. From behind the pair I could see a familiar mess of hair and looked beyond them to the new comer to theatre. Stiles strode in with a certain skinny, dark haired, big boobed girl at his side. I felt my face turn hot. What she doing here? What is he doing here…with her? I mean, I didn’t care obviously but the possibility that this was all a coincidence seemed highly improbable. I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that this was all planned. But as I watched Stiles snake his arm around the girl who I’ve come to know as, Brielle, and join the group; a sickening feeling washed over me that I couldn’t explain. I looked down at my knotted fingers to avoid them.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted me with a soft voice taking me aback.

I hadn’t expected anything from him let alone a hello. Hell he hasn’t even talked to me since Tuesday, and here he was all brown eyed and bushy tailed regarding me with a smile.

“Y/N, are we going this or what?” Isaac asked appearing next me popcorn in hand. Stiles smile fell and he narrowed his momentarily at Isaac. In the same moment, it reverted back to a, if not hasty, smile.

“Hey man,” Stiles said to Isaac. “Thanks again for inviting us!”

My head snapped to the boy standing next to me.

“You invited them?” I hissed.

This date was just getting worse and worse. This was suppose to be a romantic evening and it’s turned into a double, excuse me, triple date.

“What?” He shrugged unapologetically shoving a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

I took another look at Big Boob Brielle then to Stiles and rolled my eyes.

“Let’s just go, the movies about to start.” I mumble and pushed past him.

I made sure to sit in a row that was too full so the others would have to find somewhere else to sit. I was determined to get this date back on track. I liked Isaac, though I knew little about him and I wasn’t going to let Stupid Stilinski muck it up. Unfortunately for me, I could see the foursome from where I sat with my own date. Though I refrained from acknowledging them. They would not ruin this for me!

A sort of scary part played out on screen and I strategically grabbed Isaac’s arm, feigning the poor damsel in distress. He look down at me and I up at him gazing in his eyes, willing him to kiss me with my mind. He smiled then glanced down at my hand and back at me.

“You okay now?” He whispered and a wave of embarrassment washes over me. I withdraw my hand and sink into my seat. It was very clear now. This most certainly was not a date. When he said he wanted to show me around town, he meant it literally. He was being friendly not flirty, and I’d been stupid enough to mistake one for the other. Is this what my friends meant by be careful? Or was I just not his type? I snuck a peek up at him threw my lashes. He was totally fixated on the movie. I groan and without really thinking about it, glanced at my friends. They weren’t far from us, and I could perfectly see the back of their heads. Scott and Kira were clearly making out, give the people behind them quite the show. It made me chuckle, softening my ever worsening mood. I scanned either side of them looking for Stiles and I found him.

Staring at me from over his shoulder.

When he caught sight of me, he whirled his head forward again. Clearly being caught. His date noticed and gave him a concerned look. Mistaking his action for fearful. She wrapped both of her arms around his one and laid her head on his shoulder pulling him annoyingly close to her. And for some reason, this was my breaking point. I’d had enough of this whole night and just want air. I rose from my seat, noting that Isaac didn’t so much a flinch as I did so, and exited the theatre.

The lobby was pretty dead. It was late and most of the movie were in progress. There was the occasional straggler, who drank too much during the previews and needed to pee or was refilling their popcorn bucket. I saw a cushion-y bench against the wall near the entrance of my movie and I briskly walked to it, sitting down. I let my head fall in my hands as I went over in my mind the crazy first week at work I’d had. It was impossibly chaotic and I was positive if I pinched myself I’d wake up from the dream I must be having.

“Scary movies not your thing?”

I looked up to see Stiles standing in front of me. I instantly frowned.

“What do you want Stilinski?” I rolled my eyes, leaning back until my head gently touch the wall.

“Nothing.” He answered awkwardly.

We sat in silence for a moment, but somehow it was comforting.

“I don’t think that I’m on a date.” I finally say squeezing my eyes shut.

“What?” Stiles asked bewildered at my sudden admission.

“I thought when Isaac ask me to come out with him, he was asking me on a date. But I think he was just being friendly.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him of all people this.

It was quiet again.

“Kira and Scott are secretly dating.”

And this makes me laugh. He laughs too.

I look over at him and he’s bearing into me with his eyes from behind his glasses. And I know this is my chance. I’ve wanted to know all week long what happen between us and this light mood may be my only opportunity.

“Stiles I-”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He cuts me off.

“What? Like ditch our dates?” I scoff gaging his words.

He smirks and admittedly spending a few hours with a guy I may or may not have had sexual intercourse with and also who may or may not hate me, didn’t seem as bad as shamefully walking back to my not date and watching a movie I don’t like.

I grinned. “ Lead the way, Stilinski.”

My choice for fifth place is the story ‘Receipts’ by @surlybobbies!

I can always appreciate a good Dean/Cas finally getting together in canon!verse fic, and this is totally something Cas would do. Really sweet and well written!

I don’t follow you yet, so you’ll get a follow back as a bonus! Congratulations, and everyone should go check out your writing because I saw some lovely things there! 

Dean walks into Cas’s room, holding his phone to his ear. “How the hell am I supposed to know where you put it, Cas? I’m never in your room, which, can I just say, is a goddamn pigsty - “

As he listens to Cas’s slightly indignant reply, he wanders over to Cas’s desk, where rumpled pieces of paper litter the surface in a semicircle. Out of curiosity, he picks one up. It’s a receipt dated a few months ago for two bacon cheeseburgers at some diner in Minnesota. Dean shifts his phone from his ear and places it on speaker.  

“-be right near the lamp on my bedside table - “

“Hey, Cas?”

“Did you find it?”

“Nah, but uh - why do you have so many old receipts?”

There’s silence.

“Cas? You still there?”

On the line, someone clears his throat. “Uh, yes. I’m still here.”

“So? The receipts? I mean, it’s cool, but it doesn’t really make sense. We’re not exactly paying taxes, buddy.”

There’s another pause, just a little too long to be innocent. Finally, Cas says, “No reason. Now, can you please look for my cell phone? Sam says you’re a waste of his minutes.”

“Tell him he’s an asshole,” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll text him if I find it.”

Cas hangs up. Dean pockets his phone and casts an eye over the messy desk, where still more receipts are spread out. Something compels him to pick up another one, cleaner and less rumpled than the rest. It’s only a few weeks old, from a diner Dean and Cas visited on the way back from a particularly rough hunt. Two more burgers, two cokes, and one slice of apple pie. Dean smiles. Cas had ordered him the apple pie.

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“Who do you think is going to be the lucky one today?” Anthony questioned.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Hopefully it’s me again.”

“Oh come on! You just went like two days ago! If anyone should go it’s me!”

“I’ve gotten greedy. I’m dying to go back to his trailer and eat some more of his fancy food.” You smiled. Everyday you and Anthony would try and figure out who would be the lucky cast member to join RDJ at his “compound”. He had like a million trailers and even had a gate with a security guard!

You were so shocked when you were invited to lunch with him a couple of days before. He was so nice and gave great advice over what was to come.

“He made me fall in love with quinoa. It’s amazing.” Anthony gushed.

You chuckled before reaching over and grabbing a French fry off his plate.

You had filmed a scene with Anthony and Chris earlier that day and hadn’t really seen anyone else on set.

It had been three weeks since you and Sebastian last spoke. You felt like you couldn’t face him after admitting your feelings to him at the gym. He tried texting and calling you. He even approached you a few times on set but you would tell him that you didn’t want to talk.

It was definitely weird and awkward between the two of you. You hoped that no one would notice but Chris did. He was there for you to talk to when you needed. The two of you had gotten closer and you considered him a friend.

“Hey Seabass!!” Anthony yelled out. You looked behind you and saw Sebastian was not too far away. He waved at Anthony before continuing to walk to his trailer.

“Have you noticed anything strange with Sebastian lately?” Anthony asked you.

You shook your head, “Nope, I haven’t.”

Before Anthony could ask any more questions pertaining to Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth walked over to the table.

The sun was pounding down and it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the minute. The table that you sat at quite often at lunch was under a sort of awning and provided much needed shade.

“What are you guys going on about?” Chris asked as he sat down next to you.

“Wondering who gets to go to RDJ’s for lunch.” Anthony answered.

“Oh that’s Scarlett today. I think she’s already over there.” Elizabeth said.

“Damn it!” You and Anthony said at the same time.

“You guys are so weird.” Elizabeth laughed.

“It’s quinoa we are talking about!”

“Are you done for the day?” Chris asked you changing the subject from quinoa.

You shook your head, “I just have a fitting and then I’m done. It’s for my costume for the scene at the end of the week.”

“You want to do a gym session tonight?”

“No! After the one from yesterday I think I’ll be sore like this forever. You are probably the craziest person that I’ve ever gone to the gym with.” You laughed.

“Not my fault you can’t keep up.” Chris winked.

“Oh I can! And I will……just give me a day to recover.”

Chris bumped into you with his shoulder, “It’s a date.”

“Who’s going on a date?” You looked up and saw Sebastian standing next to Anthony. You had been so caught up in your banter with Chris that you hadn’t noticed he was walking towards the group.

“(Y/n) and Chris.” Anthony answered. Sebastian took the empty seat next to him which was directly in front of you.

“Oh is that so?” He looked at Chris and then back at you.

“We are just going to the gym. It isn’t a date.” Chris clarified with a smile.

Sebastian seemed a little pleased which you hated. He had that annoying little smirk on his face that you thought was sexy.

The conversation changed which made you thankful. You continued eating your lunch feeling Sebastian’s gaze on you every once in a while.

You had been surprised that you managed to go so long without having a conversation with him about what happened. He had been so adamant about trying to talk to you but stopped suddenly. You didn’t know why he did. Maybe he got tired of trying to talk about what happened.

Once you were done eating, you grabbed your trash and threw it away at a nearby trash can. “I’ll see you guys later.” You waved before heading inside the studio to the dressing room. It was where all of the costumes were stored and where the fittings were held.

You walked in and didn’t see the usual people that worked there. You figured they were on a lunch break. Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you sat down on one of the chairs and waited.

After replying to a few texts and emails, you heard someone walk in. Looking at the doorway, you saw Sebastian.

He closed the door and leaned back against it, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You rolled your eyes, “You probably asked someone where I was.”

“No, I have a fitting too.”

“Well, they aren’t here.”

“I see that.”

You went back to looking at your phone while he continued standing by the door. You would’ve tried to leave if he hadn’t been blocking it. He had a good amount of pounds on you and you didn’t even want to attempt to move him.

“So, I guess now is a good time as any to try and talk about what happened.” Sebastian said after a few minutes of silence.

“No it isn’t.” You replied stubbornly. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t ever want to talk about what happened. It would be like opening old wounds. Like pouring salt into a fresh cut.

Sebastian moved from his spot at the door and walked over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, “(Y/n), I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about Elaine.”

“Sebastian, stop! I said I don’t want to talk about this, okay?” You got up from your seat and started walking to the door. Sebastian was quicker than you. He hurried and stood between you and the door so you couldn’t leave. You backed up so that you weren’t as close to him as you were.

“(Y/n), stop trying to shut me out! We need to talk. It’s been three weeks since we have had a conversation and that whole time I’ve been—”

“You’ve been what?” You questioned.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel.” He finished.

“You want to know how I’ve been feeling? I’ve felt like crap for three weeks! I’ve felt like an idiot thinking that there was a possibility.”

“(Y/n) -” Sebastian trailed off. He reached out to grab your hand but you moved away from him.

“No, don’t ’(Y/n)’ me. I thought that there was a possibly that you felt the same that I did.”

“I do! (Y/n), of course I do!” Sebastian yelled.

You froze in the spot you were standing in. “What?”

Sebastian walked towards you and this time you didn’t back away. He got as close to you as he had been in a really long time. You could see yourself in his beautiful eyes.

“Do you remember the last time that we saw each other?” He asked softly.

You nodded meekly, “Yes, I do.”

“You wore this yellow sundress and your hair was curly. You were wearing that heart locket that I got you for your birthday that year. It was a few hours before I would be boarding a plane and I knew that it was the last time that I would see you for a long time. I promised to call as soon as I got to the U.S. You were sad and I could tell that you were about to cry. You remember what I did after that?” Sebastian questioned.

You felt his hand touch yours before it trailed up your arm and across your collarbone slowly.

You lost your train of thought because of his touch. “You um, you kissed me.”

You saw him smiling a little, “I remember it being the sweetest kiss. I could feel the way your lips felt on mine for days after that.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked him.

“Because, you weren’t the only one to feel something when we first saw each other weeks ago. Seeing you made me remember how nice it was back then. Yes we were young but it was pure and innocent. You made me feel things back then that I didn’t know I would feel if I ever saw you again.”

He cupped your cheek with his hand. You felt like you did all those years ago.

“Sebastian,” you whispered. His head was getting closer and closer to yours. “We can’t-”

He rested his forehead against yours, “(Y/n), I want to kiss you so badly. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so much in my entire life.”

Sebastian’s nose bumped yours a little. You could feel him moving even closer to you. His free hand moved to your waist. Your hands went to his arms.

You saw his eyes fluttering shut as his lips grazed yours ever so lightly. If your eyes hadn’t been opened, you wouldn’t have known if it had happened.

Before he could kiss you, someone knocked on the door. Sebastian let you go and you felt your heart sink. You felt guilty instantly. If someone hadn’t interrupted, you knew that you wouldn’t have had enough self control to stop him from kissing you.

He walked over to the door and opened it. You saw him stiffen at who it was.

“Seb!” A woman with long dark hair and green eyes exclaimed when she saw him. She threw her arms around him and you were wondering what the hell was going on.

“What are you doing here?” Sebastian asked the woman.

“I asked a few people and they said you had a fitting here. I got a week off from work to come and visit you.” She smiled.

Sebastian turned and looked at you. You could see that the smile that was on his face a moment ago was gone.

“(Y/n), this is Elaine, my girlfriend.”


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