Pope: Somewhere along the line the job had gone sideways, leaving you all scattered through the building trying to find shelter from the security guards now looking for you. Pope had snatched your hand early on, leading you through the maze of hallways and into a darkened, cramped, supply closet. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, so the only way you knew that Pope was still beside you was his hand firmly wrapped around your own and the sound of his heavy breathing mixing with your own as you caught your breaths from running.
“Those morons.” He mumbled between deep breaths. “Couldn’t even case the place properly.”
“At least we lost the guards.” You countered, though you weren’t feeling particularly lucky at the moment. Pope made a noise in acknowledgment, thumb absentmindedly rubbing at the back of your hand. You both remained silent for a handful of moments, ears straining for the sound of approaching footsteps.
“I love you.” He mumbled, so quietly you thought that you must have heard him wrong.
“If we get caught I’m going away again for much longer than last time. I don’t want to leave you without telling you that I love you.”
“We’re not going to get caught.” You tried to assure him, grinning widely to yourself in the dark at the thought of Pope having feelings for you. “I won’t let you get arrested again.”
He gave a dry chuckle, thumb stopping its movement against the back of your hand. “That’s why I love you.”
Craig: “Oh my God.” Craig moaned as he took another chunk out of his burrito. “This is the best burrito I’ve ever had. And that’s saying something. I’ve been to Mexico to have burritos, and this is better than those.” His compliments made you laugh. Stuffing the rest of the burrito into his mouth Craig gave another loud moan before coming around the table to hug you tightly. “I love a woman who can cook.” He mumbled as he placed a sloppy kiss against the curve of your neck. You froze for a fraction of a second, surprised by his confession, even if he hadn’t meant it. He seemed surprised by his own words, forehead drooping to rest against your shoulder as he mumbled “Shit.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You brushed off his words with a half-hearted shrug. “Heat of the moment.” It hurt, but if he didn’t mean that he loved you, he didn’t mean it. You tried to quickly worm away from him, create distance before your disappointment could be seen, but he held onto you tightly.
“I did mean it. I just… didn’t want to tell you like that. I wanted it to be more meaningful than coming out over a burrito.” Annoyance at himself crept into his voice as he released you enough to let you turn around in his arms. “I love you, Y/N.”
Baz: He had been caught up saying goodnight to everyone at the end of the house party. Giving hugs and kisses on the cheek to Smurf, Nikki, and yourself while giving a quick hug to his brothers. With each ‘goodnight’ he’d add some variation of ‘love you’. You weren’t sure why he had hugged you goodbye. He was giving you a ride home, after all. He must not have been paying attention.
He’d pulled you into a tight hug and while he was releasing you he’d quickly let out an “I love you.” He was about to continue onto the next person, but it seemed to sink in what he had done. Pausing, he turned back to you with a soft frown. “I’m driving you home.” He stated, more for himself than for you.
“That you are.” You teased gently. “But I guess we can say goodbye now if you really want to.”
“Would it make this more or less awkward if I said I hugged you goodbye because I thought you were Smurf?”
“More. Definitely more.” Laughing you entwined a hand with his and stood up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “So I’m going to pretend that you didn’t tell me that, but I love you too.”
Deran: The covers stuck to your sweat lined skin as you stretched out on the mattress besides Deran. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it messily back off of his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “Jesus.” He mumbled, reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side so your head rested against his chest. “I love you.” Sleep had crept its way into his voice, making it an octave deeper and his speech to come a lot slower than it would be if he was wide awake.
Soft snores clued you into the fact that Deran had fallen asleep before you could even respond. You weren’t sure if he meant it. If it had just been a slip of the tongue after mind blowing sex. But at the moment you were too tired to wake him up to question him about it. Closing your eyes you pushed it towards the back of your mind, drifting off to sleep with the notion that you would bring it up to him in the morning.
J: “Holy crap.” J mumbled as he furiously scribbled the rest of the math homework down on his own paper. “You’re a genius!” Homework together had become a typical Tuesday night adventure, especially because J always seemed to need help on his math homework. You’d taken on the role of ‘tutor’, not that you were complaining. You loved seeing the way his face lit up each time the question finally made sense to him. Once he finished scribbling the answer he dropped his pencil and lunged forward to kiss you quickly. “I love you!” He pulled back, seemingly not realizing what he had said as he picked up his pencil once again and studied the next problem.
“You love me, huh?” You asked after a stretch of silence. He glanced up at you, confused for an instant before realization crossed his face.
“Sorry.” He rushed to say. “I meant ‘thank you’. Came out wrong.” His explanation made himself flinch at how pathetic it sounded.
With a light laugh you went back to doing your own homework, glancing up at him before quietly mumbling “I love you too.” He perked up at that, grinning like a fool as he typed away at his calculator.
okay well, i guess im gonna go “join” a party with “Reece DaBeast9”, you know, my friend who’s totally “real”. in the voice chat “he” tells so many great “jokes”, i wonder why he doesn’t have a “suggestionblog”. you know, because he’s so “cool”. yeah, his “personality” is so great, i wonder if you have ever “met” a cooler “guy” than “Reece DaBeast9”. what? you want to “meet” him? no way jose. you can’t message my main “man”, my best “pal”. only we have the greatest and most “intimate” “conversations”, i bet “he” doesn’t even know who you are. you can't “invite” him to the party or “message” him. only i have that kind of “raw power” over him. you can’t be the “friend” of “Reece DaBeast9”. no fucking way. “he’s” mine. back off.
"Listen, Eve, we’ve gotta be quiet.“ Dean told the 14-year-old girl. Eve nodded and quickly buttoned her flannel up. It was cool, and it was also Halloween night. He nodded and climbed into the apartment. Eve climbed in after him. She was excited to see Sam, her other brother, but at the same time was very nervous. She was also missing play practice for this, so she hoped it would be worth it.
“Are you okay?” You asked, concern filling you. You grabbed your jacket off your bed and climbed out your window.
“Yeah, no I’m fine don’t worry. You just, you just need to see this okay? It’s worth it I promise.”
“Alright.” You sighed. “I’ll be there in five.”
“Thanks baby. I love you.”
“I love you too you big dork.”
You hung up the phone and walked the five minutes to his house. Before you could knock on the door someone gave a shout from inside telling you to let yourself in.
“Aright Brett, what the hell is so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” You asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Hey baby.” He grinned, running forward and wrapping you in a hug. “You look pretty. Did you do something with your hair?”
You just stared at him, eyes wide. He grinned, running a hand through his own hair. “Do you like it?”
“It’s, it’s blue.” You said stupidly, staring up at his hair. You stared at him for a second, taking it in. Half his hair was blue, the buzzed side dark and some of his sweeping curls a chalky lighter blue.
“Yeah.” He grinned, leaning forward and letting his bangs brush against your forehead. “What do you think?”
“Well,” you said slowly, “I did not expect this.”
“Yeah?” Now he looked a little nervous, and he touched his hair again. “Is it good unexpected? Or bad unexpected?”
“It’s good.” You said with a smile. “It’s good it’s just not what I was expecting at all.”
“Really?” His face broke into this huge grin, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down to kiss you. “You really like it?”
“Yeah.” You laughed, a little breathless from the kiss.
“Great!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the sink. “Because I have more dye. I was thinking we could do your hair.”
“No!” You pulled your arm free and took a step back, hands covering your hair protectively. “You aren’t dying my hair blue!”
“Please baby!” He begged. “We could be matching.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “You can dye my bangs. You’re lucky I love you.”
“I love you too beautiful.” He pulled you against him and leaned down, kissing you again.
“Percy Jackson!” You yelled storming into the dining pavilion. All the campers turned to look, knowing that whatever happened was likely going to be super interesting. You came up the small hill and spotted Percy sitting with Annabeth and Grover, like normal. Annabeth smirked taking in your appearance, grabbed Grover and hauled him off to the Athena table. Percy was laughing too hard to even notice their sudden disappearance.
“Hey (Y/N). Did you do something to your hair?” He asked casually. A few of the other campers giggled in the near dead silence of the dining pavilion.
“I go to take a shower and about five minutes in I notice everything is completely blue. Do you have any idea how that could have happened?” You asked glaring coldly at him. All of you is blue. Everything from your hair to your skin was a nice shade of light blue.
“No Idea.” He said with a shrug. “But you know blue is my favorite color His eyes sparkled mischievously as he tried to hold back his grin.
“Percy Jackson I look like a smurf.” You said pursing your lips.You looked down at your blue hands and a small smile spread across your lips. “But, I gotta admit this was a nice job.”
You sat down on the bench across from him, still grinning. You leaned over the table to fist bump him. “Watch your back Percy, I’m coming.” You said making Percy laugh.
“If it makes you feel any better, you make a pretty cute smurf.” He said with a smirk.
Alright, here’s a new series I’m going to be writing. It’s the story of supernatural, but with you in it as the Winchester’s younger sister. Here’s part one of episode 1, and I hope you like it! I’ll try and split the episodes into three parts. You can always request things to happen to you-the reader- before I post it. I’ll try to put on everyone’s ideas, which will probably be very easy, seeing as I might not get very many haha. Anyway, enjoy!
I quietly sat on the couch, reading the newest book my sister had recommended. I was taking in as much time as possible, without Ashton. I didn’t want to be reading when he came home because I’d rather treasure our time together. Turning the page, my phone blared. The ringtone I had set for Luke.“Hey” I said cautiously. He was supposed to be in recording until twenty more minutes. “Y/N, Ashton’s upset” was all he said. “He’s having a tantrum, he says he wants you” Luke said quietly. “Give him the phone” I demanded. “Yes ma’am” Luke joked. I heard the shuffling of Luke’s iPhone being handed to my boyfriend.
“He-Hello?” I almost broke out crying by his hurt voice. “Hey baby, how ya doin’?” I asked. My voice quiet and soothing. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice brightening up. “Yeah sweetie, it’s me” I cooed, smiling. “Y/N, I really need a hug” he said softly. As if he was embarrassed to ask. “Of course sweetie, I’m on my way” I said, still on the phone with him. Grabbing a random sweatshirt, and slipping on some shoes, I left the apartment. “I’m nearing the car, love” I said, as he simply sniffed.
I got in the car, keeping the phone between my shoulder and ear. “You’re not lying, right? You’re coming?” he asked, as if scared. My heart wrenched, his voice sending sad signals throughout the body. “I’m actually on my way, I’m three minutes away” I said, speeding to get there faster. When I saw the building, I slowed down. Parking it in the side of the road. I got out of the car, speaking soothing words to my love. I ran through the doors, waving to the body guards. I opened the door of the recording station, smiling at the One Direction boys and the three others. “Y/N” Ashton whispered, throwing Luke the phone. I gathered my boyfriend in my arms, hugging him tight. “Love, what’s the matter?” I asked, looking at Michael for an answer. “We were cornered by some rude fans a while ago, and they told him that he wasn’t good enough for you. That you were going to leave him” he shrugged. His face showing concern for his friend.
“Baby, they were just jealous because you’re so damn beautiful! I bet they thought that by getting you down they felt better about themselves” I told him. The boys smiling at how he clung to you. “Pinky promise?” he asked, looking at you. “Pinky promise, times two!” I said, grinning. “Okay, so maybe they are the most adorablest couple” Niall muttered, as the boys grinned.
Ashton’s hands tightened around my waist. Kissing the side of my head. “I love you, thanks for coming” he said, loud enough for the entire place to hear him. “Well, now, if you wouldn’t mind. Do you want to go record?” Calum asked, having to yank him away from me. “You better stay, I don’t allow you to leave” he said, grinning.
“Gosh darnit!” I joked.
I sat up in bed when I heard soft sobs rocking around the apartment. “Mikey, love, you here?” I yelled into the house. “Uh, y-yeah!” he yelled back. I dashed to the living room. There sat my Smurf, head in his hands. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked, grabbing him in my hands. “I. I just, is my hair and piercings weird?” he asked, coughing. “I find you absolutely adorable as a smurf!” I said, excitedly. “You really think so?” he asked hopefully, putting you on his lap.
“I actually think your smurfiness is adorable” I cleared up, resting his head on my shoulder. “You look beautiful today” he whispered. “Why thank you, Sir Smurf!” I said, his frown tugging into a smile. “No problem, my Smurfette” he giggled. “I’m sorry you had to see me act like a baby” he sighed.
“I actually don’t mind. Now, I won’t mind if I come crying to you!”
He rolled his eyes. “You should feel like that without this happening. I don’t like you being upset” he said. “Likewise, my dear” you said, leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you, thanks for being here” he said, kissing my neck affectionately.
“Hi guys” I said to the four boys in my living room. “Did you see the concert?” Calum asked, eyes trailing towards Luke. “No, I’m sorry. I was at work” I apologized. “Well good. I forgot half of Gotta Get Out!” Luke exploded, tears running down his face. “It was barely noticeable” Michael said quickly. “Only because you swooped in and started for me” Luke spat. “Lucas..” I warned. “You’re supposed to take my side!” he yelled. “I am baby, it’s just. I bet that the crowd thought Michael was just filling in, like, a random solo type thing” I said softly, inching towards him slowly.
Luke sighed. “I bet they think I’m a no good f-” I cut him off with a hug. “If I were at the show then I’d cheer Michael on, and clap for your guitar playing” I said. “But what if he hadn’t have done that?!” he asked loudly. “I bet if he hadn’t, Calum or even Ashton would’ve started” I assured him. “Totally, mate!” Ashton said, as the three boys took seats on the couch. “The big thing is that I totally embarrassed our band! And they aren’t even angry at me!” he said, his head leaning down onto my shoulder.
“Baby,” I started. “Baby, it’s totally fine. If it means that much to you, then sing the song again. For me” I said, wiping his tears. “What if I forget the lyrics?” he asked, bitterly. “Then I’ll start rapping some weird song!” I said excitedly. “Fine…later though. I’m hungry” he said. I giggled. “Love youuu!” I sang. “I love your little things!” he sang back.
“Eugh. Puke worthy love,” Michael said. “Shut it, Clifford” I said feigning warning.
I was watching a twitcam of the guys, which I had been doing for the twenty minutes it had been on. “Alright, so this person asks, why is Calum so upset?” Luke reads, glancing towards my sunken boyfriend. “I bet it’s because he misses Y/N” Ashton said weakly. “He’s been waiting for her to call him all day! She called him whilst he was recording, and he’s worried since she hasn’t called back” Michael explained.
I hurriedly reached for the phone. Dialling his number, I watched as his phone rang on the other end. Playing the song, Cover Girl, by Big Time Rush. He scrambles to pick it up, as the boys silently snickered. “Y/N?” he asked hopefully. “Hey sweetheart!” I replied, laying down, leaving the computer. “Gosh, I miss you” he muttered. “I miss you too, say hey to the others for me” I said. “Yeah, let’s ignore the idiots for now. Anyways, how was your day?” he asked. “Horrid, ‘cause you weren’t there” I said childishly. “Same, I missed you too much to have fun” he sulked.
“Well, you know you come home in two weeks?!” I asked happily. “Yeah, I know right. It’s gonna be so perfect when I get to see you again” he said. “Love, do you pinky promise to never leave me?” he asked after a short pause. “Never, ever, ever, ever!” I said without hesitation. “Why didn’t you call me, if you wanted a call?” I couldn’t help, but ask.
“Well, I just, didn’t want to seem clingy” he answered.
We talked on, and on, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “I love you, Cal. Call me when you awake” I begged. Falling asleep.
A/N: NOT MY PREFERENCE! just wanted to post something, so everyone knows I’m still here and plan on posting a lot more next week once I get a computer!!
Loki had gotten up early in the morning to shower. The day was unusually cold, and the god had opened the window in the bathroom to let out any fog that would have built up as he showered. The moment he stepped out of the warmth of the shower’s waters into the cold air, his skin turned into the hated blue hue that he had grown to loathe after his discovery of the said skin tone. “Oh gods…” He said loudly the moment he saw himself in the mirror.