i thought i was gonna have to go outside

Friends Don’t Do That (Hyungwon x Reader)

Admin: Candi
“hey can i request a hyungwon smut pls? in which he’s like needy and whiny – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Hyungwon X Reader
Genre/warning(s):  fluffy smut?
Words: 2.6k
Authors note: He is one of my bias from Monsta X so like I’m in love with him? Hope you enjoy this fic

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Can I?

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,205
A/N: Finally a Jeff imagine! I’ve been waiting to try and finish other requests before I made this one but there was a ton of Alex requests, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3 I didn’t want it to be back to back Alex so I decided to mix it up a bit. Also, sorry if the ending is crappy :( Hopefully this is a good one, feel free to send in requests for ships, preferences and other imagines! Enjoy! <3
Warnings: None
(Y/C/N) = Your crush’s name
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff

   “So, what do you think?” You came out twirling in the short, off the shoulder, navy blue dress that you’d purchased earlier this week. Your high school crush had asked you out on a date, and you wanted to make sure that you looked presentable. For you, it was only appropriate to ask your best friend Jeff Atkins for help. He’d known you for the longest time and surprisingly had nice taste in dresses. Of course you’ve been on a date before, but this time you wanted everything to be perfect. However, ever since you had asked Jeff for help, he had been acting really weird and you didn’t know what was up with him. You’d decided to brush it off, thinking it was some personal issue, but something told you it was a bit more than that.
“So?” You played with the hem of your dress and looked down, Jeff had been sitting there silent for a while now and it really had you worried. “Do you not like it?” Pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear, you frowned and looked up at him. “N-no! Yes! I mean…you look great.” “But” “But?” You sighed, “Jeff please don’t lie to me, if I don’t look good then-” He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to you, putting his hands on your bare shoulders, “You look amazing, and as far as I’m concerned, (Y/C/N) is the luckiest guy ever to able to have such an amazing girl like you.” His words made you smile and a rosy tint dusted your cheeks. “Thank you, Jeff…” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek and ran upstairs to grab your purse. “Well I need to get going, or else I’m going to late! Are you gonna stay here?” Jeff muttered out a small ‘yeah’ and plopped back down onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. “Don’t wait up!” You giggled and jogged over to your car sitting on the side of the street in front of your house. Turning the key, you started the car up and made your way to Rosie’s diner.
   You had had about three milkshakes at this point and you were completely livid, but also sad. (Y/C/N) stood you up and it was the most discouraging thing ever. Maybe you would’ve understood a bit more if he would’ve texted you or called you, but he didn’t. You were feeling insecure, and wondered exactly what it was that made him change his mind about wanting to date you. You already had other insecurities that you’ve been dealing with, and now this? Pulling out your phone you dialed Jeff’s number, hoping that he would pick up. “Hello?” “J-Jeff?” You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. You were feeling so broken and rejected. “What happened?” he asked, worry defined in his voice. You could only shake your head and sit there, you wanted him to get it without you having to say it. He was really good at that, an expert at understanding you. “I’m coming to you okay? Stay there.” The line went dead, and you buried your face in your hands.
   Not too long after, Jeff had entered the diner and sat in the booth across from you.  He placed his hands on your wrists and moved them from covering your face. “He stood you up.” If anything it was more of a statement then a question, to which you nodded your head. “I promise the next time I see him I’m gonna-” “Don’t, please.” You smiled weakly at him, putting your hand on top of his to calm him down. Jeff let out a sigh and got up to slide into the seat next to you, he was angry and it really showed. However you didn’t need to him be angry with (Y/C/N), you needed him to comfort you. Placing his arm around your waist, he brought you closer to his body and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to know why I’ve been acting strange this week?” You wondered why he’d brought this up at a time like this, but you’ve been curious since that day. “Sure.” He paused for a minute before answering, “I was jealous.” Coughing a little, you took the warm glass of water sitting on the table and took a sip. “Jealous?” You questioned. “Hear me out. You’ve always made me very happy. When you asked me to help you because you had a date…I mean I was happy for you but angry at myself. I was angry because I knew I was going to lose you-” “Jeff, you’re never going to lose me. We’ll always be best friends.” Jeff’s mood had completely changed, and there was something there that had tugged on your heart. “You don’t get it do you? I don’t want to be your best friend. I want to be more than that, and seeing you so hyped for another guy made me realize that I love you. I was angry because I felt that all these other guys were gonna try to play you, and look at where we are now. I know I can give you the world, you just have to let me.” You thought about it for a minute before giving Jeff an answer. “Okay.” It felt weird for a second, your best friend becoming your boyfriend, but you knew that Jeff would make sure you only had the best. He grabbed your car keys, then pulled you outside. Opening the door for you, you got in the car and giggled at the gentleman that he was. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”
The car ride was pretty quiet, much like your surroundings. You were about ready to drift to sleep until you felt the car stop. “This is it.” Jeff got out of the car and walked around to your side to let you out. You followed him to the wooden fence that prevented you from falling, and the view of the city absolutely was breathtaking. “Woah…” you gasped, leaning forward over the fence a little. “Easy there tiger,” Jeff laughed while placing his hands on your hips to stable you, “It’s…beautiful.” Your eyes twinkled at the bright lights that shone down below. “Not as beautiful as you.“ You giggled looking back at him, “You’re an idiot Jeff Atkins.” “Yeah but you love it,” he said shrugging. “Ever since you’ve announced your crush on (Y/C/N), I’ve always thought you deserved better than him. Now you’ve got it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. “You’re really confident aren’t you?” “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a little confident.” He flashed you one of his most famous smiles and captured your lips in another heated kiss.
   "Hey, since we’re dating now does that mean I get to wear your jacket?“ You looked up at him hopeful as he responded, "Of course, anything for you babe.” Squealing you pulled him with you to sit on the hood of the car, enjoying the view for another few hours before finally heading home.



Has anyone thought about how an alien would take our casual way of threatening each other? I mean seriously! How many times have you heard someone threaten to kill/murder/kick your ass/beat you black and blue? 

Nine times out of ten we don’t mean it. It’s playful and affectionate most of the time. But an alien wouldn’t know that! And we threaten each other over the stupidest shit! 

Friend  says something stupid (I’m gonna kick your ass!)

Brother plays a prank (I’m gonna murder you!)

Person does something stupid (I’m going to kill them) 

Child is outside climbing on something they shouldn’t (Get off of that before I beat your ass black and blue!) 

Alien’s  wouldn’t know what the hell to do with that!

Ok so during my junior year some dipshit thought it’d be fun to plan a food fight. The problem was that the teachers caught wind of it and the admins had more teachers than usual guard the cafeteria. Like they thought that would make a difference. Anyway, so the food fight gets started, idk who started it, I hear it was some sophomore, but everyone eating in the gym heard about it and stood outside of the cafeteria watching all of the chaos ensue.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. That same day the seniors decided to do their senior prank, which wasn’t creative at all. They were gonna go through the halls and have a party or something (memory is failing me), but there was this one kid and let’s call him Kevin because I don’t remember his name…it may have been Kevin. So Kevin comes in with the crowd on a bike dressed up in a Gumby costume (that weird green claymation character). Our principal is so pissed at the prank and food fight that he fucking checks Kevin into the lockers and off his bike. 

So Kevin was forbidden from walking at graduation, but our school started a “Free Gumby” campaign to have him walk. Like there were t-shirts and a facebook page and shit. And y'know what? IT FUCKING WORKED. When they called Kevin’s name at graduation everyone shouted “GUMBY!” And the weird thing is that my school had more weird shit that happened…

“Better Hands” - Part 2

“Better Hands” - Part 2

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Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 3693

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Talk of Abuse, Mentions of Abusive Ex, Cursing, Talk of Injuries,

Summary: After being in an abusive relationship, you have been able to turn your life around thanks to the help of the team. But when you have to go back to your ex for some of your things, some shit goes down.

Originally posted by fuckyeahteamjones

Author’s Note: So this is my first Star Trek piece and I’m super fuckin nervous about it. I’m not a huge Trekkie, but I am a fan of the newer films. Those are what I base my fics off of unless stated otherwise. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


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Tags: @goodnightwife @theeactress @the-witching-hours12-3 @amyapathetic @pokeharvest @iwillstaywiththemforever 

His grip was tighter than you thought possible. The cuts were deep and your body screamed where he kept punching and kicking you. You couldn’t do anything. You were too weak to fight back or even try to call for help. But you tried.

You managed to get one little squeak out of your vocal chords before they were clamped shut by the same grip that had your arm moments earlier. You clawed and struggled to breathe as you looked at the face of your ex looming over you. Whatever he was saying was muffled as everything became darker and darker.

You shot up out of bed and reached for your throat before jolting from the pains of the real cuts and bruises that littered your body. It was just a nightmare. At least that beating was. You looked at your alarm clock and read 7AM, only 15 minutes before you had to really get up. But there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, so you got up and tried to get ready for the day.

You went into your bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and searched for a specific medicine, one that would help ease the pain even a little bit. You found a generic pain killer and took two before going to the kitchen and putting a bagel in the toaster.

“I guess I’ll be wearing long sleeves for awhile now.” You muttered to yourself as you found a suitable shirt to go along with some looser fitting pants and your boots. As you were finishing up lacing your boots, your communicator rang.

“(Y/L/N) speaking.”

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GIF submitted by @bigdaddymongoose (Thanks to her, this GIF is what broke my writers block)

“Dammit Gemma! How do you talk me into this shit?” you gasped as you struggled to lift two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight.

“Shut up sweetheart, we have to get him out of here before church is over. Now, lift with your knees, Y/N!” Gemma snapped.

You glared at your old man’s mother as you bent down to grab said dead weight’s feet again. “Tell me again, how he got dead?” you huffed.

Gemma blew out an exhausted breath as she dropped her half of dead guy and sat down on the picnic bench that was outside the clubhouse. “I found him this way,” you lifted an eyebrow, “Don’t look at me that way, I didn’t kill him!”

“So if you didn’t kill him and I didn’t kill him, why can’t we tell the guys?” you asked , taking a cigarette from her. 

“The club has to much other shit to worry about, between the Irish, the Aryan Brotherhood and Stahl,” she paused to light her own smoke, “ a dead body is just inconvenient.”

“Well, he doesn’t have ink, so I’m guessing not a rival MC, so civilian,” you groaned, “We can’t do this alone. This bastard’s heavy,” you looked down at him in disgust, “Who do you think we should get? Tig?”

Gemma nodded, “Tig. He knows a lot of hiding places for bodies.”

“Fine, chapel should be about wrapped up, I’ll go get him. You watch the lot,” you walked away murmuring about how Jax was going to kill you. 

Walking into the clubhouse, you sighed, the doors opened to the chapel and the Sons came strolling out. You were glad that Tig was the second one out, “Tig! Hey, Gemma needs your help with something!”

He paused to look at you, distrust plainly evident, “With what?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “With something outside, asshole! Please?” If he made you beg, you swore to God that you were gonna kill him.

“Hey darlin’! Aren’t you going to come say hello?” Jax grinned at you. 

You smiled at him and leapt into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as you kissed him. “Does mom need my help?”

“Uh no, no! She was just trying to get some stuff ready for storage. I knew that you and Clay have a meeting in Oakland, so I thought Tig would be the best one to help,” you replied sweetly.

Jax narrowed his eyes at you, smacking his hand against your ass, smirking at your yelp, “You’re up to somethin’ sweetheart, I’ll get it out of you later. Tig go help ‘em.”

You smiled, not trusting yourself to speak, you turned quickly and grabbed Tig by his kutte and pulled him out the door. He had taken two steps outside when he saw the body and he froze.

“Nope, Hell no!” he all but yelled. You and Gemma both shushed him, “N. O. The last time I helped you two with a dead guy, I ended up with gun delivery for two weeks and missed out on all the pussy,” he just shook his head over and over. He started backing away with his hands up in the air.

“TIG! you shouted, “If you don’t help me, I swear to everything holy that I’ll tell Jax about you trippin’ balls on ‘shrooms, and that that is how I ended up with a black eye.”

He looked at you in surprise, “You wouldn’t! You know I thought you were one of those life size d-,’ his eyes narrowed as he watched you smirk, “You are one evil bitch, Y/N.”

You grinned at him, Gemma rolled her eyes, “Dead guy not staying fresh here?”

The three of you picked him up and were almost to the van, when the club doors opened, you looked at Tig who had just shut his eyes, “Dammit!”

“What the hell did you two do?!” Clay bellowed.

You and Gemma dropped the body and Tig fell backwards trapped under the guy. You spun around and started shaking your head, pointing at Gemma, “It was her, I had nothing to do with this one.”

“Traitor, she mumbled. “Clay I found the guy like this, we were just taking out the trash.”

Tig was yelling from under the guy, that he was heavy and smelled like he had shit himself and would someone please get him out from under him,

 Jax just shook his head at the three of you, “You’re all very unbalanced individuals.”

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Hello, guys! Today I decided to post something different… For starters, this is not a request. Second of all, it is a true story (about me and my boyfriend), but with some modifications of course.

Hope you like it!


“DRINK, DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!” The small crowd around us were chanting. As soon as the 3rd shot from the night went down my throat I knew I was drunk. I’m a light weight, I get drunk very easily, sorry. I looked over to Harry and he looked a little be woozy too.

Harry’s closed a bar to make some small party to his team, the ones who worked alongside him to make the masterpiece it is his album. I worked very close to him, so the logical thing was for us to become very good friends. The type of friends who have inside jokes, who would spend all day together working, but also having the best times of our lives.

The thing is… I fell for him. Don’t blame me, have you looked the guy?! The first time I realized I loved him was when I went away for a weekend to see my family and my sister’s new daughter and when I came back, he hugged me so tight and kissed my neck. Oh boy, that’s when I knew I wanted to be with him. There’s just one small problem: He has a girlfriend. Of course he has a bloody girlfriend! The first time I actually fall for someone and the guy has a girlfriend. A beautiful one.

One that, in this moment, decided to jump in his arms and kiss him right in front of me. Truth been told, she never liked me. Not even before I realized my feelings for Harry. She was polite to me just to not cause any fights with him, but sometimes she would through some shades and whatnot. Harry was oblivious to this hate. He’s such a good heart, the poor boy, that he doesn’t even realize how much of a snake his girlfriend actually is.

Not wanting to see this kind of thing in my current state, I decided to go to dance floor and just enjoy my drunk mind. You know what is the problem of my drunk self? I instantly become someone extremely honest. If you ask me anything in this world, any secret or something like that, I will say it. I will tell you everything that is going on in my mind in that moment. And let me tell you, not the best night to be drunk…

I was dancing, minding my own business, when a friend decided it was a good idea to take me back to the bar to drink some water. And drink a margarita.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

I vaguely remember seeing Harry’s girl. I, also, vaguely remember turning to my friend, pointing is this girl’s face and saying “Someday, I’ll make out with her boyfriend. Do you hear me, Y/F/N? Mark my words!”

To say she was pissed off is an understanding, she was beyond mad. She was screaming to Harry about my not so subtle comment. I didn’t have time to think things through, my friend were already taking me away from them. A part of me knew he heard, but the major part of me just didn’t care. It was about time he realized my feelings for him. The ball was on his field right now. If, after tonight, he didn’t come after me, I was giving up on him. For good.

I was back to dancing and I don’t even know how long exactly I was dancing when I felt someone grab my waist. We’re dancing to the sexy beat of the song and I had no care in the world in that moment. I could feel his strong hands on my waist, I could feel how hot the dancing was becoming and, most of all, I could feel it was him.

“Your girlfriend is gonna kill me.” I giggled turning around and meeting his green eyes.

“I solved the problem. I broke things off with her.” He looked at me curiously, trying to see what would I do next.

“I’m not gonna be with you tonight, you know? You just broke up with your girlfriend of 8 months!” I told him and let go of his shirt, that only then I realized I was holding it.

‘Ok.” He said and backed away. He send me a small smile before going back to the bar.

You know, I’m very aware that being with him so soon after he broke things off with his girlfriend was wrong, but I didn’t care! I spent so many months wanting to be with him, to kiss him and feel what’s like, to finally be able to hold him, that I fucking didn’t care.

Like a girl on a mission, I went straight to the bar after him. He was slowly drinking some whisky and didn’t notice my arrival. I stopped by his side and told something that was going against all my morals.

“Do you think if we disappear people will notice?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Yes.” He smiled back, already getting up from the stall.

“Do you care?”

“Not at all.”

And before we knew it, we’re on the back of the club, kissing each other hungrily. Ok, I knew I wanted to be with him for a while, but I haven’t realized he wanted me as well. His lips molded perfectly with mine, his big hands holding my face, pressing me to the wall. We’re both quite desperate, to be honest, desperate to finally be with each other, to finally put an end to that damn sexual tension that seems to surround us all the time.

“Hello, guys!” Niall stepped in by our side, breaking us apart.

“Ok, I think we need to have a chat.” Gemma looked at us disapprovingly. They lead us to a small room, that has no one in it and the music wasn’t so loud.

“You both know this is wrong, right? Harry, you just broke things off with your girlfriend. It doesn’t really matter if you wanted Y/N or not, is still wrong!” Gemma reproved him for his actions.

“And you, little miss, you know that as soon as you go back to normal and the alcohol left your system, you are gonna regret this. That’s not you, you would wait for a while before kissing him, not an hour after his break up.” Niall handed me a glass of water.

He was right. This was wrong. This wasn’t me, this was the alcohol. If I were sober, we wouldn’t be here right now.

“We’re gonna leave you two to talk. Be responsible here, kids.” Gemma left the room followed by Niall.

A lot of things were running through my mind and all the built up emotions decided to show up. I could feel my eyes tearing up and I hated myself for wanting to cry right now.

“I don’t regret it, y’know?” He spoke slowly. He was on the opposite side of the room, watching every thought running to my mind. “I’ll understand if you do, I’m just saying I don’t.”

“We’re horrible people! Harry, you just broke up with her and an hour later we’re kissing each other?! That’s terrible! Even tho I didn’t like her and I wanted to be with you for a while, this is not something you do to someone.” I told him, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably.

“Ok, shh, breathe…” He wiped away a few tears. “First of all, don’t feel bad for her. She didn’t like you either and she definitely doesn’t deserve your kindness. Second, I wanted to break up with her for months now. I just hadn’t had the courage to do it. Third, I actually like you. I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to fool around, I went after you because I couldn’t take not being with you anymore.”  

“I actually quite like you too, you dork.” I smiled at him. He caressed my cheeks, wiping a few more tears away before his lips were on mine again.

“Where this leaves us?” I asked, pushing him away a little bit.

“We’re gonna figure it out. You and me, right?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“FINALLY!” Gemma and Niall screamed in excitement from outside the room.

“Seems we have an audience.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “C’mon babe, let’s go back to the party and enjoy it, shall we?”

“Hell yeah.”


Soooo, what did you think? This is basically the story about how me and my boyfriend got together and I felt like sharing with you. 7 months and going strong, people! Anyway, tell me your thoughts here. And please share it if you liked it (I hope you did).


All the love,


Celebration drabble #1: “How did you think this was gonna go, Y/N?”

John x reader for @wheresthekillswitch (why can’I tag you?).

No smut

Originally posted by heytheredeann

6 feet and 2 inches of mad as hell Winchester was towering over you, chest heaving out of anger and shortness of breath. He scowled down at you, pinning you to the spot with those intense hazel eyes. You had taken a stupid fucking risk, and you knew that perfectly well. He was right to be pissed at you. The werewolf was still alive and you’d both had to run for you goddamn lives.

“John -” you started, wanting to explain, but he cut you right off.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” He barked, his face awash with anger and fear. “How did you think this was gonna go, Y/N?”

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Just for you

Originally posted by mysekaisbaek

Part 1

Request: “Can I request a two part angst with Baekhyun where you were best friends and he loved you but he was two late to confess because you were dating Sehun. Then 3 years later you guys met each other and… will you finish it because that’s all I have. 😘”-anon

Genre: Angst. Prepare yourself because there ain’t gonna be no fluff.

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: He has been waiting so much time for this. Knowing each other for so long, he knew you were the right girl for him. But when he gets the courage to confess his feelings to you, he is faced with the fact that you’re already taken.

Today was the big day for him. The day he would have to finally man up. The day he would take actions for what he has felt for a long time. The day were he will put his fear of rejection aside and take up enough courage to tell you everything he wanted to all this time.

He convinced himself, it was the day. Because previous days he would think of doing it but end up dismissing the idea and not doing anything. But this time was different, this time he was going to do it.

He had everything sorted out, well almost everything. He did invite you for dinner at a nice restaurant but was he didn’t know exactly was what he was going to say to you. Or more specifically, how he was going to express his feelings to you.

The anticipation was eating him alive. Of course you were his best friend, known you for years now. But that didn’t stop himself from getting anxious for your reaction. What would you think of him? Would you feel the same? And If you didn’t what would happen with the friendship you both had?

If there was something putting pressure on him more than the rest for his worries of the night, it was that. He didn’t want the bond between you two to end at all, but he wanted to be honest with you. You were his best friend after all and he told you everything that was bothering him or things like that. Everything but his feelings, and that was going to change.

He was already at the table he reserved for the both of you in the restaurant. He had a nice buttoned up shirt and dark jeans. He wanted to seem like he put some thought to his outfit but not too much that would make him seem like he was trying too hard. And it was really a rarely the times he got to dress in anything other than his usual clothes so he figured he’d give them a shot. After a few moments of looking back and forth waiting for you, there you came. You walked in with a casual medium length dress, hair behind your shoulders and a loving smile making everything he noticed about you even better.

You spotted him and walked to the table. Baekhyun stood up and walked to your seat and pulled out the chair for you. You were flattered by his actions and grinned to him “Such a gentleman Baekhyunie~ Please take a seat, don’t worry about me” he grinned back at you and sat down in his seat.

He sat a cross from you, starting to feel his heart flutter. You both talked to each other a lot and it was a normal thing to eat together but this time was different. This time he had been holding back his feeling and he was planning on letting them go for once. This time was the time for Baekhyun to finally let you know.

“So, how has my bestfriend been in these few weeks?” you asked Baekhyun, “You know, we should go eat together a lot more and even more now if you’re the one paying.” He laughed and replied “What are you talking about I pay for you all the time!” you laughed along and said “I know, I’m just teasing you.”

“I’ve been fine as ever, not much has happened since we last talked” he admitted. You looked at him suspiciously “Not much? From Chanyeol’s point of view, you seemed to be stressing a whole bunch about something he refused to tell me himself” you said to him.

In that moment, he cursed at Chanyeol in his head. His beloved close friend was well aware of his struggling with feelings towards you and even encouraged him to talk to you. What Baekhyun didn’t know is that Chanyeol was spilling the truth (well, not the complete truth, thankfully) to the one person it was about. He made a mental reminder to choke Chanyeol as soon as he sees him again for almost snitching on him.

He gasped “You’ve been talking with Chanyeol about me behind my back?” he added “I did not expect this from you, tsk tsk. If you want to know how I am, just ask me, not that idiot.” You then said “Well he did tell me something you haven’t told me. Come on Baekhyun, I’m your bestfriend, shouldn’t you feel comfortable enough to tell me if something is bothering you? I know I’m not always full of advice to give you but I’m always here to listen to anything you want to rant or just talk about” you finished, putting your hand on the top of his arm that was resting on the table and caressing it while looking at him with a sweet smile in your face.

He reciprocated a small smile to you as he put his other hand on top of the hand you were caressing him with. “It’s now that, I know I can trust you Y/n, but it’s just not that easy” he admitted while avoiding eye contact. He knew that if he looked up to your doll like eyes again while you touched him so softly, he’d crack and tell you everything in that moment and he didn’t want that. He wanted to wait a bit more, enjoy this moment with you just for a little longer just in case things went badly after he confesses to you.

You were about to ask him what exactly wasn’t so easy to talk about as he just claimed but your thoughts were interrupted by the waiter greeting the both of you and asking for your orders. You sighed quietly and smiled politely to the waiter to then look at your menu quickly and choosing the most appealing meal you could find. You knew something was up with Baekhyun and obviously you wanted to know what was bothering him so much. It did worry you a bit but you decided to let him talk to you about it when he was ready to. You didn’t want to rush him and possibly make him feel a bit more stressed because of it.

After the waiter left, he got oddly quiet. You guessed it was because of what you had previously were talking to him about and felt a little bad. You looked down at your lap, messing with the skirt of your dress, thinking of how to enlighten the conversation of at least change the subject he was clearly not comfortable enough to talk about in the moment. And then something popped into your head.

“You know,” you started telling him “you’re not the only one with secrets” that made him look up to you slightly confused. “There’s something you haven’t told me?” he said tilting his head unconsciously like a puppy. You giggled at his gesture and nodded “Yep, I was planning to tell you later on the week but I guess I can tell you now” you said and he nodded waiting for you to continue.

You inhaled and exhaled, feeling a bit nervous for what your best friend thought about what you were about to tell him but you pushed your anxiety aside because you knew he would support you through everything, like he always had.

“Well I have two things to tell you actually” you started saying “The first one is that I was offered a really good job outside the country. They’re going to pay me a really good amount per hour and also pay for my transportation. I know what you’re gonna say; it’s far away. But I’ve thought about it for sometime and I think it’s a good idea” you ended. He didn’t have any specific expression on his face, it was very serious and blank, but you knew him well enough to know he didn’t feel the happiest about it.

He continued to look at you and sighed, taking this information in. You, his bestfriend and girl he was madly in love with was going to move far away from him for sometime, who knows how many years. It pained him the thought of not being able to see you often as he would, not being able to share more times together or not having a chance at a relationship with you. Distance was going to be a pain in the ass, he knew skype calls and text messages wouldn’t cover or makeup for anything they can do in the moment together. But he also knew how hardworking you were and if you were even considering it, it must be because you wanted it.

“What did your parents say about this?” he asked “I know they wont be pleased with not having you around them”. You replied “I haven’t told anyone besides you, Baekhyun” and added “I was going to tell everyone this weekend but, I guess I just couldn’t wait to tell you”. That made Baekhyun’s heart skip a beat. You didn’t say it with the intention of making him feel some type of way but the your voice was so soft and lovely in his ears, he couldn’t help but to feel special.

He quickly snapped out of his little daze when the waiter came to their table serving them their orders. They both thanked the waiter as he walked away and began eating. Baekhyun paused himself, wanting to continue the conversation and said to you “Well, you better not think you’re getting rid of me that easily Y/n. You’ll have to do more than just move far away to do that” you laughed at his comment and said “Oh I’m sure it wont be easy but don’t worry because you aren’t getting rid of me either. I’ll come back for the holidays and gossip with Chanyeol to keep tracks on you” and he laughed loudly at that.

“But there’s also something else I have to tell you” you said catching his attention. He lifted his look from his food and stared at you waiting for you to continue. “You know Sehun from our hometown?” you asked and he responded “Oh Sehun, the one who was in our elementary school?” you nodded. He said “Yeah I remember him, barely but I do. What about him?” you then paused for a minute trying to collect the words to say and ease this to him. He was always understanding and supportive when it came to the decisions you took but even then, you didn’t fail to feel nervous as the words were about to come out of your mouth.

“He contacted me not so long ago and we started hanging out” you said “He’s actually really funny and cool. He dances amazingly too, like a professional dancer-” and without noticing you proceeded to rabble on about him to Baekhyun. Baekhyun began to feel jealous as you talked a bout another guy so deeply to him. He balled his fists under the table so you couldn’t see them as  thoughts about where this was going clouded his mind. Something told him to stop listening, to just get up and go. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He cut you off, unable to let himself hurt even more and asked “Your point is?”. You stopped your rambling and cleared your throat to talk. “I’m in a relationship now, with Sehun” you said looking at his face to see his reaction when you announced to him the news. But you began to feel strange as there was no expression, he was just blank.

In Baekhyun’ s mind, he was in chaos. He knew this would happen sooner or later if you didn’t feel the same for him but he didn’t know it would hurt this bad. It was like a blow to the heart. He didn’t even get to tell you how he felt, damn it, he thought. If he would have talked to you sooner. If you wouldn’t have met Sehun again. If you actually would have fallen for him, he wouldn’t be hurting so badly. He thought about all of this but he knew deep inside, there was no point to think about the it’s and what if’s.

The reality of the situation was presented to him with a spoon full of sugar but it tasted to bitter to him. He couldn’t swallow and digest it. The thought of you being in love with another man made his stomach turn. The thought of you being touched, kissed, caressed, loved by someone else made him sick. He wanted to spit out this awful truth but he couldn’t. He loved you and loving someone means taking care of and wanting only the best for them. And if loving you meant he’d just have to let you go and let you be happy with another man, he was willing to do just that. Just for you.

You stayed seated anxiously as the minutes flew by and you waited for his response. He stayed dangerously stiff also, not flinching at all when you moved in your seat. You wanted to know what he was thinking, what was running through his mind that had him so lost in thought. You wanted to say something and pull him out of his thoughts but you didn’t for some reason, you just sat there waiting for him to speak again. And he did.

Baekhyun sighed as he directed his eyes back to your face. The face he looked at with so much love was now full of worry. He took his hand from under the table to take yours. His thumb caresses your hand as he savored this little moment in his head. He pasted a smile on his face for you as he finally responded “I’m really happy for you Y/n, I hope he makes you really happy” in a caring tone. You smiled at him as the weight was lifted of your shoulders. Seeing him so supportive made you happy and glad you told him before anyone else. You squeezed his hand in yours and said “Thank you so much Baekhyun, you have no idea how much this means to me” making him squeeze your hand back and reply “Just as long as he’s a good guy and treats you right, I’ll approve it. If you’re happy, I’m happy”.

You felt your smile grow even larger if it was possible and looked at him. You both pulled your hands away and went to continue eating. As you were about to lift up the fork, you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. You took your bag and looked at your phone. It was a message from Sehun saying  he’d come to pick you up and he was waiting outside. You looked out and quickly spotted his car.

“I’m sorry Baek but I have to get going” you said to him as you began to lift up and stand from your seat “Sehun came to pick me up”. His gaze never left his plate as he nodded and said “Oh okay, I’ll see you around then”. You said your goodbyes and before walking out you hugged him from behind and said “Thanks for everything, I really appreciate it” and he replied “Anything for you, Y/n” and with that you un wrapped your arms from him and walked away.

You got outside and walked directly to Sehun who was leaning against his car in the parking lot. “Who was that?” he was asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at his straight-forwardness. You kissed his cheek and walked to the passenger side telling him “Baekhyun his my bestfriend, don’t stress about it”. You both sat in the car and you continued saying “In fact, I want you two to met soon” and he nodded his head. “Well if he is your bestfriend then he must be a good guy” he said and you mumbled “He sure is” as the car drove off and you were on your way home.

Baekhyun stood up later after you left and called the waiter to pay the bill. At this point his appetite was gone and he just wanted to leave, wanting nothing more that swim in the bed sheets of his room and sleep, hoping to dream with a reality far better than this one.

He stepped out of the restaurant and walked to his cars with his keys in hand. He opened the door and sat down in the driver seat. Closing the door he took a deep breath, still taking in what just had happened. Turning on the car radio in hopes to distract himself, he rested his head on the staring wheel and listened to the songs being played. After a while, he lifted his head and started the car. He could already feel the wetness in his cheek from the tears that had ran down his face. He couldn’t help them. He was alone and vulnerable so he let himself go while he was driving home. His vision was cloudy and it was almost not possible to see the road correctly but he couldn’t help it. He just loved you that much.

A/N: So sad! And the best/worst thing is that there wasn’t someone who was being the antagonist, both characters were doing what they thought was best. There will be a second part where they meet again though, so yeah. Any questions or thoughts leave them in my inbox! Take care, sweeties *waves goodbye*

Diamonds & Shutters Part 3

Part 3: Reflection

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: College!AU. Jensen is a baseball player and (Y/N) is a photographer, they are best friends and roommates until someone in Jensen’s life leaves him disconsolate and anguished but (Y/N)’s secret stops her from immediately mending Jensen’s broken heart.

Word Count: 1639

A/N - This is part three my entry for @frickfracklesackles #Natalies1000MovieTropeChallenge #Natalies1000FollowerCelebration The prompts I chose were College!AU and the quote: “I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love” from The Great Gatsby, which can be read in PART 1

A/N - This is written in Jensen’s POV

Catch up here

It didn’t take long to get to the batting cages, it was my sanctuary. Away from everything that was plaging my mind, there I could let it all go and just bat until my heart’s content. Jared lagged behind me, giving me enough space to take the lead and head in the direction that I wanted to go. Although I wasn’t in the right attire, I knew that they would let me in, I was a regular after all – and not to brag but one of the best baseball players this team had.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Hey, with the recent TG:re chapter I just wondering why Saiko has to hit Urie? I mean, I thought she gonna talk to Mutsuki instead of Urie. Was she just being childish? And after that, instead go to Mutsuki, she just spent her time alone outside and crying. Sorry, but can help me explain why she was like that? I honestly don't get it. Thanks, and have a good day!!! 😊

Wah Anon, do you think it’s that easy to talk with Mutsuki? If that were the case, they would have settled the matter already, especially since Saiko already tried to talk with them and it failed completely (ch100). ;)

And honestly? I relate to Saiko 100%. I mean this reunion happened (ch121)…

…in February and we’re almost at the end of April, so excuse Saiko for freaking out when one of her friends (Yoriko) was wrongly sentenced to death while no one is doing anything despite knowing very well that Furuta is full of bullshit.

Besides, her outburst…

managed to get Urie to say this out loud so I’d say she was right to act the way she did. 

Rambling a little, I’m hoping Urie and Saiko (and maybe other investigators) will try to act…

…on April 23rd in case Yoriko still isn’t rescued by then (Kaneki and Goat left the 24th ward on April 21st) since it will be the last opportunity for them “to speak against” Furuta before an innocent human gets killed (which would definitely label all of them as murderers, if ghouls don’t count, by the way).  

So Saiko maybe didn’t have to hit Urie but her outburst was pretty necessary and relatable in my opinion. Have a nice weekend Anon. :)

Hey Anon :) Yes, I agree, Touka definitely was lovely! 

And honestly, I don’t know about Urie facing Mutsuki, at least not so soon, because the last time it happened, it didn’t go well (ch126). :/ In my opinion, Urie was addressing the matter of the CCG in general to Saiko.

He’s angry that Takeomi, whom he always saw as a rival, was brought so down by an organization that he knows is completely corrupted, so in my opinion “becoming terrorists” is on the same scale as Juuzou’s…

It will soon be their last opportunity to speak against Furuta’s corrupted policy and if they can’t find any other way then they’ll have to oppose him directly, no matter what the consequences will be. It’s not directly about Mutsuki right now, because Mutsuki is mainly a part (and a victim too) of the system that Urie is conflicted about. 

I think Urie and Saiko will definitely face Mutsuki at some point, but I see it happen slightly later than in the next few chapters, because for now taking care of Furuta’s extreme policies (and helping Takeomi and Yoriko) is first. :)

Thanks for passing by and have a nice weekend :)

Hello! And honestly, I don’t know. :/

On the one hand they were there when Kuramoto and Juuzou revealed that Furuta definitely was working with ghouls and that Sasaki was still alive so maybe they share the same animosity towards the CCG than Urie and Saiko do.

On the other, I believe there is a reason why Urie’s words were different…

in front of Hsiao and Higemaru…

…and in front of just Saiko.

I even think Urie was testing her when he said…

Because he probably doesn’t want to brand as “traitors” people who aren’t aware of all the consequences that speaking against Furuta would trigger. 

Honestly my current thoughts are as follow: Urie is inwardly ready to speak against Furuta’s methods to help Takeomi (and Yoriko) if no one else does anything before April 23rd but since doing so will brand him as a criminal and a traitor, he won’t allow anyone to do the same alongside him, unless they’re fully prepared for this fate.

It definitely looks like Saiko is on board. Maybe Juuzou will be too or he will act against Furuta at some other moment, but basically, Urie and Saiko are definitely getting ready to do something. :)

Sorry that I can’t be sure for the rest of the Qs squad though but we’ll see soon anyway. 

Have a nice weekend! 

Lone Wolf PT.2

Characters: You and Taehyung (V)

Word Count: 3542

Genre: Fluff/ Smut

For more Smut… read part one here

Chemistry felt like it was taking longer than usual to end. As you sat staring at your teacher lecture about chemical bonds, you couldn’t help thinking about what happened earlier between the three of you. Maybe Tae was used to remarks like that by now, but you couldn’t stand the idea of that.

It was true that he had a rather bad reputation… but you found out through time that majority of them were all lies and rumors made by tasteless peers… peers who included some of your “closest” friends. A bad guy… some might say about Tae… But really, he was just someone people could point their fingers at and blame when something went wrong because he seemed to fit the mold.

“Ionic bonds” Your teacher continued. “I’m sure you have all heard about this before. When opposite charges attract, those atoms bond together to form a molecule”

You stared at the powerpoint and thought about what your teacher had just said. In a way, the bond he spoke of kinda felt like the relationship you had with Tae. Complete opposites.. Yet when you two were together.. It felt so right.

You laughed at yourself for a second. Only you would use your relationship as an example to help you study for any upcoming test.  All this thinking about him though just made you realize how badly you wanted to see him already.

You took a glance at the clock and saw that 10 minutes still remained. Now was your chance to put your plan in action. After months of using your phones secretly in class, you and your friends were now self proclaimed pros at not getting caught. You swiped your phone open and began a new text message.

*Hey Jess, I won’t be able to make it to the meeting today. I’m not feeling too well… even missed English earlier… Could you take some notes for me since I can’t make it?*

Your phone buzzed immediately and you almost burst out laughing from her response.

*I knew that blueberry muffin seemed suspicious! I told you not to eat it!* She replied.

*I’m sorry! I’ll only listen to you from now on* You texted back.

*Damn right Y/N! God, you’re so lucky to have me in your life! And don’t you worry, I’ll take notes for you.*

*Thank you*

You saw that you still had 3 unread messages from Jin. You contemplated just deleting them but then you didn’t. Even if he was an asshole to Tae…. He was just being a concerned friend, right? He didn’t know of your relationship with him… In fact, no one did.

*Y/N, I heard that you weren’t feeling well, let me know if you need anything*

*Class is almost over. I wrote the HW down for you.*

*Where are you Y/N?”

You figured the last message was what sent him on a mission to find you since you never replied.

You turned your phone off and stared at the clock again. One minute remained and so you began to pack your bag. Looking at it reminded you of Tae carrying it, and you couldn’t help but smile and wonder what the two of you would be doing later that day.

As soon as the bell rung, the school’s hallways were filled with students trying to leave and get home. You took your time walking down the hall to the parking lot because you didn’t want to make yourself seem suspicious. You and Tae had a secret meeting spot that was more than a few blocks away from campus and you didn’t need to have anyone seeing or following you there.

With your phone in your hand, you texted Tae as you sat in your car waiting for it to warm up.

*What are we gonna be doing today?*

*It’s a surprise ;) * He texted back.

Such a tease, you thought to yourself.

*I’m gonna head home and shower real quick. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?*

*A shower sounds good. I guess I’ll go take one too…Or maybe we could take one together? Save water?*

You were ready to throw your phone out the window.

*OMG* You texted back.

*I’m joking Y/N! I’m an idiot. Please don’t take me seriously!*

You just laughed to yourself in the car.

*Like I said, in a bit,  okay?*

*Okay ;)*

At home and in your bathroom, you took a glance at yourself in the mirror as you held a small pill in your hand. Tiny bruises covered your breasts and your bum was still a little red. You checked to make sure there were no marks on your neck or arms. You would have no idea how to explain that to your family or friends if they saw. Overall though, he did a really good job of not marking you anywhere visible. You took the pill and then stepped into the shower and wondered if you left any marks on him.

The place where you and Tae met up was nowhere special except to you and him. It was the town’s run down drive in theatre that no one ever came to visit anymore. You pulled in and saw Tae parked in his black mustang. Once he saw you, he got out of his car to meet you. As he walked over, you ran up to kiss him.

“Did you miss me that much Y/N?” He asked smiling.

You nodded and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier…” You began

“Don’t worry about it Y/N” He said stopping you.


“Really, Y/N. Let’s just forget about it. You’re here and I’m here. That’s all that matters” He kissed you on your forehead again. “Come on, I have something I want to show you. But we need to start driving there now if we want to get you back home in time.”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Swimming” He said with a smirk.

In his car, you looked at Tae and wondered where he was actually taking you guys. He was being awfully quiet. Too quiet.



“I don’t have a swimsuit.. And neither do you, right?”


“We’re not going skinny dipping, right?” You asked.

Tae began to laugh.


He looked over at you.

“You’re just so cute sometime Y/N. We’re not going skinny dipping… unless you want to some other time?”

You shook your head.

“Noooo! I’ve heard horror stories about skinny dipping before.”

“Like what?” He asked as he turned the steering wheel.

“Things like people getting sick.. getting pink eye or somehow the flu from the water… people getting caught… Having their stuff stolen and having to walk around naked outdoors. It just doesn’t seem fun!”

Tae laughed again and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we will never go skinny dipping then.”

“Thank god” You replied.

You looked outside the window.

“Hey! I know where we are! We’re at the college campus, aren’t we?”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Only once for a quick tour. We weren’t here very long. 30 minutes at most to get an interview from a professor”

“Oh good, for a second I thought you might have already seen where I was going to take you.”

“No idea!” You replied.

Tae pulled up to a parking station to grab a parking pass and winked at you.

“We’re gonna need one of these so we don’t get a ticket”

Once he found a parking spot, he grabbed a black bag from his back seat and then motioned for you to take his hand.

“Come on Y/N”

Walking on the college campus with Tae felt like a completely different experience. Here, no one knew who you were and so you both were able to walk around and hold hands. No one judged you or Tae. If you were back at school, everyone would talk. Here, you were just free. 

“Tae, wait”

“What is it Y/N?”

You moved up to him and gave him a kiss in the middle of the campus while students continued to walk around.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“This is our first time really out in public together… and that was our first kiss out in public.” You replied. “It’s a little cheesy, I know, but I couldn’t help it”

Like earlier, Tae moved his forehead to yours. It was a small notion, but it was one you enjoyed so much.

He lifted your lips to his and kissed you again.

“And that was our second kiss out in public” He replied.

The two of you made it to the edge of the campus. 

“Just a little more Y/N.”

He led you through a small open field and then through what seemed to be  a man made trail.

“ Are you getting tired?”

“No, I’m fine, but what’s out here?”

“Just a few more steps and you’ll see”

You took a glance ahead and then you saw it. In the middle of the field was a giant abandoned swimming pool.

“Woah! What is this place?”

Tae smiled.

“Back in the early 90’s, swimming was all the rage here. But once they started winning more competitions, the board felt the need to build a bigger and better pool. This one eventually became abandoned… kinda like our movie theatre.”

Despite the age, the empty pool still seemed to have life. Somehow, small flower patches had begun to grow inside and the walls were covered with beautiful works of graffiti.

“Ready for a dive?” He asked. “There’s a ladder over here”

You both climbed down and you continued to look around in awe.

“Did you do these?” You asked referring to the graffiti. You ran your hand across the empty pool’s wall and tried to imagine how he probably spent countless hours creating all the art down there.

He seemed a little embarrassed.

“I did. Sorry, they’re nothing impressive. Just something I did to pass the time when I was bored and by myself.”

“No need to apologize, I think you did a great job. Could you teach me?” You asked.

A giant grin grew on his face.

“Let me grab the bottles out of my bag”

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” You asked smiling.

“Maybe” He said as he grinned again.

Out of his black bag, he grabbed two spray cans.

“Red or yellow…. Which color do you want?”


He handed you the can.

“Oh, one more thing Y/N.”

He went back to rummaging his bag.


“What is it?

“A face mask so you won’t inhale the fumes. I won’t be able to see your pretty lips but I’ll still get to see your pretty eyes”

You could feel yourself turning red from his words. “How will I kiss you now?” You asked after you put the mask on.

He shook his head and laughed.

“Ah, Y/N, what am I going to do with you? You’re making me lose my cool here”

He put his mask on and then grabbed the can and motioned for you to do the same.

“You’re gonna want to shake the can first like this and then aim towards the wall. When you’re ready, push down on the nozzle”

After demonstrating what he said you did the same.

“Oh! This isn’t too hard!”

“Let’s try to make a flower”

He outlined some petals and you did the same.

As you traced the outline of the petals, Tae couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked so determined not to fail but you were already perfect in every way. He wanted nothing more than to take your mask off and kiss you again.

“How am I doing?” You asked.

“Better than me” He replied.. And he meant it. Everything just came so effortlessly to you.

You felt proud and continued to spray paint the wall. “Could we get in trouble for doing this?” You asked.



From behind you, Tae put the spray bottle down and then wrapped his arms around you and laughed.

“You’re bad Y/N. Admit it.”

He took his mask off and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Never.” You replied.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and then began to leave a trail of small kisses down your neck.

“You sure about that?”

You lifted the spray can and tried to distract yourself from what he was trying to do.

“Yep! Now stop trying to bother me! I’m trying to work” You replied…. but he was determined to make you admit it and you were glad he was. Moments like these were hard to come by and so you enjoyed every moment.

His hands traveled over your lightly clothed body and you cursed at yourself for changing into this thin t shirt. He continued to kiss your neck and then he ran his hands under your shirt and gently grabbed your breasts. You let out a small moan and he continued.

He lightly bit your neck.

“Admit it Y/N”

He pulled your bra down and teasingly rubbed and pinched your nipples.

Momentarily lost in bliss, you dropped the spray can and jumped up, scarring the both of you. Two loud screams echoed through the pool. You glanced over to Tae and couldn’t help but laugh at how scared he looked.

You readjusted your clothes and then took off your face mask.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Holy crap Y/N, I think I just had a heart attack”

“That’s what you get for teasing me”

You looked at each other again and started laughing. You went up to him and hugged him.

“Alright Y/N, ready to head home? It’s getting pretty late” He asked as he looked at his watch.

“Already? But we just got here?”

You hugged him tighter.

“If I’m being honest, no. I still wanna be here with you”

“Sorry it takes so long to get here but we gotta get you home before you get in trouble” He reminded you. “I promise you that we’ll come back one day when we have more time.”

“Just a little longer? The flower we made looks too lonely by itself….”

You began to pout and Tae couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Let’s meet up again tomorrow” He replied.

“Tomorrow after school?” You asked with a smile.

He shook his head.

“Ah, I didn’t finish Y/N… Early in the morning. You and me. Are you up for it?”

Your smile turned into a pout. “How early are we talking?

“Early early.”

“Before school?”


You dug your face into his chest. “But you know I love sleep” You replied.

He backed away slowly and lifted your face up to meet his. “And I know you love me”

Holy shit. You thought to yourself. Did he just use the L word on you?

You needed to distract yourself from what he just said.

“What’s there to do so early in the morning?”

Tae smiled.

“You’d be surprised. So are you up for it?”

“If it means being able to spend more time with you…. then yes”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up. Now let’s go. I want you to get lots of rest!”

The walk back to his car was sweet to say the least. You both continued to hold hands and even stopped to look around every now and then to see what was going on around campus.

“Look, there’s a little pop up shop! Could we stop by real quick?” You asked.

You both walked up to the booth and you couldn’t help but be in awe at the dream catchers that were on sale.

“Do you have a lot of bad dreams?” Tae asked.

“When I first moved here I did. But then I met you and now my dreams are really happy! Before that though, I just have always wanted one anyways”

You continued looking around.

“They have posters too!”

You sprinted off before Tae could reply. As you browsed the posters, he went up to the owner of the booth.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Tae asked.

“Oh yes! The booth is usually set up by 11 am and I stay here until about 6 or 7.. depending on if I get any help putting everything away”

“I see. Thank you” Tae replied.

He walked over to you.

“See anything you like?”

“I love them all!” You replied with a smile. “But I think this one would look great in my room!” You said as you held up an all too familiar painting.

“One of my favorite artists” He replied.

“I remember you telling me that. I like his art too”

You put the poster back down and smiled at him. “Okay, I’m really ready to go this time”

“You sure Y/N? You said that last time and then we had to stop and grab a drink” He replied laughing.

“But you were thirsty too! And besides… it was a nice little rest! We walked so much today!”

“If you’re tired Y/N, I can carry you”

He got closer to you and you could tell what he was planning.

“No, I’m fine! Don’t you dare!” You said as you backed away.

But it was too late. He picked you up in his arms and couldn’t help but laugh as you protested.

“I’m too heavy for you to carry!”

“Nonsense Y/N. You’re perfect. I could carry you for days”

You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh with him. He gave you a kiss and then put you down.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but look at him every now and then as he drove you back to the drive in. There was just something about how the light hit his sun kissed skin that made you swoon. Forget the posters you saw today you thought. Tae was living art and all he was doing was driving. 

Due to the time, at the drive in you both said your goodbyes and then quickly parted ways after a few kisses.

*Sorry for the rushed goodbye. I’ll give you a time later today* He texted

*Sounds good! Now go get some sleep!*

*It’s only 7 Y/N….”

*Shhhhhhh* You texted back.

“You’re a little late today” Your mom said as you got in. “Dinner has been ready for quite some time now” 

“Sorry, I know. I should have texted you but we were stuck debating what theme prom should be. Do you have any ideas mom?”

You knew talking about school always made your mom excited.

“I always liked Masquerades!”

“Oh! I didn’t think of that! I’ll have to let the group know”

“Who are you thinking of going to prom with?” She asked. “How about that handsome boy I met that one time… What was his name? Oh! Jin!”

Ah. of course your mom would suggest him.

“I don’t know. I mean, I haven’t really thought about it yet, mom. I don’t even know if I want to go”

“What!?” Your mom asked. “Prom is going to be one of those things you’ll always remember and get to talk about later. Take me for example… I went to prom, and I don’t regret it at all!”

“Oh gosh mom, I guess I’ll have to think about it some more then.”

“What’s wrong with Jin? Why don’t you want to go with him? If he asked me out, I’d say yes!”

“Oh my god Mom! Stop!”

“Well, what is it then?”

You knew why but now just wasn’t the time to let her know about you and Tae yet.

“I’m just too busy at the moment to think about this. Actually, I just remembered that I have a paper to write. Is it okay if I have dinner in my room tonight?”

“You know I hate it when you eat in your room… but I suppose it’ll be okay just for tonight. I know you’ve been busy with school lately. Don’t make this a habit though!”

“Thanks mom.” You grabbed a plate and ran to your room.

Inside your room, you hardly touched your food. Instead, you laid in bed and thought about you and Tae. You wondered how your mom would feel if she ever met him. Would she like him just as much as she liked Jin? Or would she be disappointed that he wasn’t this seeming perfect human being?

Your phone went off and you finally saw a new text from Tae.

*How does 2 AM sound?*

*I don’t think that’s early enough* You texted back. *JK I should probably go to bed now then*

*Get lots of rest love* He texted.

There was the L word again.

*Alrighty! Good night Tae*

*Good night Y/N*

After returning your dish, you got back to your room to get ready. For once in your life, you were glad you lived down stairs. You left your window open just wide enough so it could fit you because you knew that opening it later probably wouldn’t be a good idea. You got your outfit ready and then got in bed and turned on your alarm.

A/N: This is the end of PT.2! I hope you read it in addition to PT.1! Sorry that it took so long for me to finally post this. I realize now that it has almost been a month! (I’m sure I was too busy crying about BTS Festa T-T) I’m going to start writing PT.3 tomorrow! 

Your Ginger Housemate - Part 3

Sorry for the slight delay. School has been pegging homework and assignments at me left right and centre. I hope everyone enjoys the story, it’s taken me hours to perfect it. Also, I apologise for the length. Hope I didn’t go overboard. Please show me what you think whether through likes or comments! I’ve done something a little different towards the end. Hope you like it ;)

Want to read the rest?: Part 1 HERE | Part 2 HERE | Part 4 HERE | Part 5 HERE | Part 6 HERE

Originally posted by starzseed

You were humming. An activity you did so rarely, you surprised yourself. What was even more surprising, was you were taking more time into preparing dinner than usual. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, it wasn’t the hardest dish to create, but you weren’t the most marvellous chef and wanted to play it safe. Why was that? Well… a certain red-headed psycho that lived under your roof. It was a forced living arrangement at first, but now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You found Jerome Valeska, although still slightly frightening, great company. You wanted to impress him in every way possible. Was that strange? Probably. Unusual? Certainly. Worrisome? Absolutely. Did you care? Not one little bit. 

Your humming had now escalated to a full-scale acapella session. ‘Without Me’ by Eminem. A favourite of yours. You knew all the verses off by heart and considered yourself quite the raps-woman, although you wouldn’t sing it in front of anyone else. Especially not Jerome. You’d probably die of embarrassment. 


Four hours! Jerome was supposed to be home four hours ago! It was 11:20pm, and there was still no sign of him. Your stress sweated out of your pores, shredded your nails with your teeth and turned you into a fidgeting mess. Causing you to pace back and forth and check the clock every other time you weren’t peeking through the curtains. 

‘Stay calm y/n. Stay calm. He’s probably just caught up. Yeah, that’s right. Just caught up…’ But a voice in the back of your head decided to rebut.  

‘But what if he’s more than caught up. He might have left.’

‘Not without saying goodbye.’

‘Why would he bother with that? It’s not like your important.’

‘That’s not true. That’s not true. The way he acts around me. Those looks. It can’t be an act.’

‘But what if it is…?’

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Part 1 Part 2

It has been 68 days without Negan.
Without talking or seeing him or even go close to his cell.
The desire after him has nested in your chest like an annoying insect, letting you not sleep. Also the reason you don’t find any rest at night is because of the truth, hidden behind a facade of lies and a smile.
No one notices what’s going on with you, still seeing the strong warrior. Expect Andrea, but she gave up on asking.
She trusts you enough that she thinks you’d come to her if you’ve a problem.
Like everyone else trusts you..

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Request: Baby Steps

Part Two to Quiet

Word Count: 2,519

(Warning again for teen pregnancy and age gaps – it’s in context and everything, if you’ve read the first one you’ll be fine, but if it runs the risk of upsetting you, steer clear! Much love<3)

When you wake, his arm is clasped tightly around your waist – you presume that he’s asleep; that he’s grabbed a hold of you in the middle of some dream as he occasionally does and pulled you close. However, when you edge your way around to face him, his eyes are very much open, and he’ watching you cautiously.

“Are you only holding so tight so that I can’t sneak off?” You raise an eyebrow, fixing him with a look. His face falters for a moment, before shrugging, and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders more comfortably.

“I don’t want you to think that you’re alone.” He says softly, careful not to wake Sam – he’s still sleeping, snoring softly on the other side of the room. You hesitate before meeting Dean’s eyes, memories from the night before hitting like a ton of bricks.

“Have you slept since we came back in?” You enquire, and he doesn’t have to reply for you to know that he hasn’t, “Dean. You have to sleep.”

“I was thinking.” He confesses, finding a lock of your hair and twirling it carefully around his finger, but keeping you close to him as if he thinks that letting you go will make you run again. Even you aren’t completely convinced at this point – if staying with him with the baby is going to cause him more pain than leaving will, you can’t hesitate.

“Nothing good ever comes of that.”

“I know, but…” He sighs, “Y/N, you know I love you. But there are problems with this.”

“There are problems with a lot of things. And I’m willing to bet that we can solve any one of them.” You want to believe in him, in you, in your ability to make things work. You don’t want to do this without him.

“Alright. Checkups. Getting to and from, making permanent plans when the only permanent thing we have is change.”

“There’s Cas. He always knows what’s up, he can drop in a few times and make sure everything’s okay.” You’d already thought of that, and know that the angel would do anything for any of you.

“Actual… birth?”

“Head to the nearest emergency room and sneak out before they start asking questions.” You shoot back, making him smile a little.

“That’s my girl. And afterwards, what are we going to do for… I don’t know. Childcare. I know what it’s like to be raised on the road, Y/N. It’s not… not for kids.”

“No. You know what it’s like to be raised on the road by John Winchester.” You correct him, “With all the love in the world, that was being raised into the life. We can raise this one alongside the life, and give them the choice when they’re old enough to understand.”  


“Jesus, it’s damp out there!” The voice comes from the hallway of Bobby’s house, accompanied by the slamming of the door and boots on the floor. Within a few moments, a figure appears in the doorway, dripping wet and with a scowl darker than the gathering thunderclouds outside.

Bobby looks between the pair of brothers on his left, and the teenager on his right – Dean is immediately struck by her. She’s young, sure, but carries herself with a grace he rarely sees in an adult, never mind people her age. She’s beautiful, too, despite being soaking wet and glaring as she peels off her jacket and hoodie.

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N. She’s… a friend.”

“I’m camping on his couch until I can drive properly.” You grin rogueishly, “I’d be long-gone by now if I had any say in the matter.”

“There’s enough trying to do you in out there without you totalling a car, girly.” Bobby chides, watching as you cross the room and wring your hair out over the rug, “And you’re sixteen, you shouldn’t be out there alone. Not if you intend on hunting.”

“Damn right I do.”

You pause in front of the brothers, giving a bright, almost flirtatious smile, “And the infamous Sam and Dean. I thought it was your car I saw badly parked outside.”

“Says Little Miss Learner’s Permit.” Dean shoots back, and to his delight, you grin, resting your hands on your hips.

“No such thing when by all federal records you’ve been dead for six months.” You inform him flippantly, before taking a step back and giving them one more look over, “I’m gonna head upstairs and change before I catch hypothermia. You guys don’t have too much fun without me.” You wink, and then you’re gone in a whirlwind before Dean can even look at you again.


“Are we going to tell him?” You ask, picking absentmindedly at a piece of chicken with your fork before lifting it to your lips, “He’s going to figure it out soon either way.”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I know he doesn’t have a problem with it,” Dean casts a glance back towards the restroom door into which Sam had disappeared just moments ago, “I suspect he’s catching on. But…”

“You don’t want him to panic. I know. But we dealt with it.” You remind him softly, swallowing down the chicken and sighing at the sight of his cheese-laden burger – you’ve been trying to be good with your food choices, considering there’s a tiny human depending on you to make the right ones now, but it doesn’t mean you don’t get tempted every now and again.

“I know. I don’t know what’s putting me off.”

“You’re still ashamed. You have some sort of fixation with it. Dean, look at me.” You tell him as he looks away from you, unable to meet your eyes, “This is fine. Everything is fine. Sure, we’re running into a big life milestone head on with no idea what we’re going but that’s what we’ve always done and it’s always been fine before. And Sam’s good at this stuff, he likes kids, he’ll be excited. He’s known about us being together pretty much before we did.”

The elder Winchester hesitates for a few moments, before spying Sam coming out of the restroom. While he’s looking away, you swoop in and steal a fry from his plate, then sit back in your seat nonchalantly before he can notice.


You’d taken the couch in the motel, despite Dean’s protests – but you’d never hunted with the brothers before, and appreciated having at least one side of yourself protected while you slept, even if it was just by a shoddy old couch backrest. And despite everything, you’d slept soundly, exhausted from your day of singing at the top of your lungs to Dean’s cassettes and wandering from street to street, gathering rumours from the local youth.

That is, until the nightmares hit. They’re few and far between nowadays, as opposed to the nightly rigmaroles you’d become used to for the first seven months after what happened to your parents, but once you’d settled into a nice routine with Bobby they’d slowed down and let you get some rest. Not long after you’d turned seventeen, they let up for a whole month, and you’d dared – falsely – to hope that that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t. And though you try, with every shred of willpower left in your soul, to keep your breathing steady and remain calm, it’s quickly failing.

Under your breath, you force out five words – you’ve used them from day one, a personal creed that acts as a pedestal to keep you above fear and sorrow.

“I will not be afraid.”

“Doesn’t look much like it to me.” A voice comes from the other side of the room, and you startle yet again, up on your feet before you can even form a coherent thought.

“You’re Dean Winchester. You wouldn’t know what fear looked like if it took a wrecking ball to you.” You retort, your words little more than a breath – but you remain stood, folding your arms over your chest defensively.

“Oh sweetheart, I know fear when I see it.” He climbs from the bed, to your mild horror, and crosses over to you – you were expecting his witty taunts and playful banter, but instead there’s concern and affection engraved into his features, “I know what it feels like to be helpless.”

When you don’t have a reply, he goes on, “You get over it by not being helpless. You can fight, I’ve seen you do it.”


“So you fight. And you don’t stop fighting,” He takes a step closer to you and your breath hitches, much to your shame, “Until the day you drop. Whether it’s with a gun or a sword or your heart you have to fight. Because giving in means letting fear take over. And I’m willing to bet that you don’t want that to happen.


“Dean?!” You’re not one much for running these days, considering the great mass currently growing out of you and shifting your centre of gravity even further forward every day. But this, this is much more important.

He’s outside, speaking with Sam, Bobby, and another man you don’t know. You don’t pay them much attention, however, instead grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him from the conversation.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He immediately takes you by the shoulders, checking you over and moving one hand to smooth your oversized jumper so he can feel the growing bump beneath it. You laugh, grinning up at him.

“Of course, everything’s fine. She’s moving, look.” You take his wrist, and guide it to where you’d felt movement just moments ago – and as if on cue, the baby kicks, and Dean’s face lights up – he’s only managed to feel it once or twice until now.

“A she now? You were saying he yesterday.” He comments, and you can only laugh, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Who knows? We could get Cas to tell us, or go see a doctor, but I kinda like the surprise.” You remind him – it’s the millionth time you’ve had the discussion, and you always seem to come to the same conclusion.

“Me too. Tell you what, just let me get finished up here and we can watch a movie or something, alright?” He suggests, glancing back at Sam, Bobby, and the unnamed stranger. All of them seem uneasy – like they don’t quite trust him. Nonetheless, you resolve to keep an eye, and allow Dean to lean down and press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Ah, Winchester,” The stranger speaks up, turning from the conversation to look at you, “This is the little piece of ass people have been talking about? I knew she was younger, but jeez. And I didn’t know you’d knocked her up – not that I blame you, she’s-“ The brash, crude tone and language you’d noticed in other hunters shines through blatantly here, but it’s quickly cut off when Dean’s fist connects with the man’s face and the other hand wraps tightly around his neck, compressing his windpipe.

“You never, ever speak about her like that again. You hear me? Never. If I catch wind of you telling anyone, of you talking about her to anyone, I swear to God you’ll find yourself without the means to speak or reproduce. You with me?” He growls, and you shoot Sam a helpless look – you’re not about to step in there, but Sam might – yet he doesn’t do anything. In fact, the expression he wears is more similar to Dean’s than yours, like the guy deserved it.

“Dean.” You finally speak up when the guy starts to turn purple, “C’mon, you promised me a movie. And it’s gonna be delayed if we have to get rid of a body first.”

Eventually, after a tense moment, he lets go, and takes a few steps back.

“Do yourself a favour and get out of my sight.”


“Y/N, Y/N, stop.” Dean has to force himself to push you back; hold you at arm’s length, despite every nerve in his body protesting the movement, “We can’t- I can’t-“

“Can’t what?” You raise an eyebrow, wiping a smudge of your lipstick from his chin with a small smile.

“Do this. Us. Y/N, you’re seventeen, I’m nearly thirty. It’s ridiculous.” He reminds you, earning a weary sigh as you lean forward, taking a side of his open shirt in each hand.

“What’s ridiculous is that you always seem to deny yourself the things you really want right when you’re on the brink of getting them.” You say softly, leaning a little closer to them, “Those are rules that apply to normal people. We’re not normal people. We’ve both been dead, Dean. I think we’re exempted from panicking about the morals of an age gap in a relationship.”

You’re right. He knows you’re right. You’re an adult in all of the ways that matter, and you have been since the day he met you. And he doesn’t think that there’s a single ID you own that lists you as being under twenty-one. Even his own fears about him manipulating you are dissuaded by your strong-willed nature, your refusal to ever be backed into a corner.

“You’re right.” He finally concedes.

“I know. Now kiss me, you noble idiot.”


“Y/N?” He’s at your side again, shaking your shoulder ever so gently, “Y/N, you need to get up, we have to go.”

When you force your eyes open, Dean is stood over you in the dark room. You sigh, closing your eyes for a few more precious moments of rest before sitting up.

“You can sleep in the car, but we only have five minutes before the night security shows up and we need to be long-gone by then. Come on.”

Your bag is already on his shoulder, apart from a pair of leggings and a comfortable jumper left on the foot of the bed. You change quickly and quietly, while Dean painstakingly moves the baby from the plastic crib to the car seat he has balanced on the floor.

“C’mon, sweetheart, if there was ever a moment to be quiet, this is it.” He breathes, and once she’s safely, quietly, sleeping in the seat you release a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding.

He refuses to let you take bag or baby while you silently creep out of the hospital and to where Sam is waiting in the car. Once she’s secured into the back seat you get in beside her, tucking a blanket around yourself and watching over her with eagle eyes as Dean climbs into the passenger seat and you pull away, making a quick escape from the hospital parking lot.

And then… you’re gone. Completely alone with a brand new tiny life that you’re entirely responsible for. You watch her for a few more moments, tucking your feet up onto the seat and letting her tiny hand hold your finger.

“You ready for this?” Dean asks, turning to watch the pair of you. You catch his eye with a small smile.

“No. But we were never ready for anything, and it’s only brought good things so far.”  

“I wanna be more than friends.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “an imagine w G when they both come
back to jersey and y'all are best friends but he admits his feelings for you?”


This one ended up being really long, but I just kept wanting to add more. Also, the ending came out really bad, because I just had to stop myself.


You were lying down in bed one afternoon, texting Your best guy friend, Grayson. Your mom and his mom were close friends, so you, him, and Ethan had been best friends since you were in diapers. He had just text you saying that him and Ethan were coming home to spend a couple weeks with their family.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it. The last time you told me you were coming home, I got all excited to see you, but it was all for nothing because you ended up canceling and staying in LA.” You text him.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you? I’ve apologized a million times already, how many more times do you need me to?” He asked.

“Apologize once more, IN PERSON, and then we’ll see. 😉” You replied.

“Okay, fine. I promise we’ll be home this weekend. Will you come pick us up from the airport tomorrow afternoon?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess. 😜”

“Thank you. I’ll send you our flight info later. But I have to go for now. I have to finish packing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Grayson said.

“See you tomorrow. 😊” You replied. You put your phone on the charger and went to take a shower.

*Grayson’s P.O.V.*

I set my phone on my nightstand and got back to packing when Ethan came into my room.

“Hey, did you talk to (Y/N) yet? Oh, of course you did.” He said as he sat on my bed.

“What? How can you tell?” I asked.

“By that goofy ass smile on your face. You only smile like that when you talk to her. You like her.” He teased.

“Well, yeah. Of course I like her. She’s my best friend.” I said awkwardly. I could feel my face getting hot.

“Oh, please. That’s not what I meant. You like her as more than a friend. I know you do.” Ethan said.

“I don’t know, bro. I mean, yeah, I like her. And I always think about what it’d be like to date her, but I can never bring myself to tell her that I may have feelings for her. Because I know she’ll never feel the same way.” I said.

"You’ll never know until you tell her. And there’s no way she doesn’t also have feelings for You. I’ve seen the way You are with each other. You two are always
texting each other. You spend all night on facetime with each other. I’m sure
there could be something if you just tried.” Ethan said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll talk to her this weekend, and see what happens.” I said. I finished packing, set my suitcase by my door and got ready for bed.

* * *

Once we finally landed back in Jersey, we immediately were greeted by fans, and took tons of pictures. I scoured the area for (Y/N), and finally found her waiting over by the doors. She waved at me and I broke away from the crowd to talk to her for a minute.

“Hey, you’re here.” I said as I pulled her in for a hug.

“I said I’d be here. You two were the ones we were worried about.” She laughed.

“I’m sorry about this, we should be done in a bit.” I said, motioning back to the crowd.

“No worries, take your time. They’re your fans, I know they appreciate it.” She said. I smiled and walked back over to everyone and made sure everyone got pictures. Once we were done, we loaded our bags into (Y/N)’s car and headed home. She hung out at our place for a while, chit chatting with my mom and just having a good time.

“Back so soon (Y/N)? I didn’t know you were gonna come by today.” Cam said as she walked into the kitchen,
hugging (Y/N).

"Yeah, I brought the boys home. I didn’t have anything to do today, and I know you all were busy, so I figured I’d do it.” She smiled.

“And we really appreciate it.” My mom said to her.

“Back so soon? How much time
do you spend here?” I laughed.

“I think I see your family
more than you two do.” She laughed, looking back and forth between Ethan and I. Just then, her phone buzzed, alerting her of a text.

“Well, I guess I better get going. I’ll see you guys later.” She said. She hugged everyone, said her goodbyes, and I walked her outside.

“Hey, what are you doing later?” I asked as we got to her car.

“I’m free for the rest of the day. What’s up?” She asked.

“You wanna go do something? Just the two of us?” I asked, awkwardly. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

“Uh, sure. That sound’s fun.” She said, a wide smile on her face.

“Okay, cool. I’ll pick you up later. Is six okay?” I asked.

“Sounds great. See you later.” She said as she gave me a hug. I waved goodbye as she drove off. I walked back inside and up to my room, wracking my brain of where to take (Y/N) later tonight. I had no idea what to do. I just knew that I wanted to spend time with her. Alone.

I had a million and one thoughts running through my mind, and they were all
interrupted when Ethan came into my room.

“So, did you tell her?” He asked.

“We stood outside for like two minutes, no I didn’t tell her. But, I think I kinda asked her out.” I said.

“What do you mean by kinda?” He asked.

“Well, I asked her if she wanted to go do something, just the two of us, and she said yes.”

“I’m no expert when it comes to dating, but that’s definitely more than you ‘kinda’ asking her out. Where are you gonna take her?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I had no intentions of asking her out, and I have no idea what to do now. But I can’t back out. I have until 6 to think of something.” I said.

“Take her bowling. You know how much she likes bowling.” Ethan said.

"Yeah, you’re right. She does like bowling.” I said. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I checked it to find a text from (Y/N).

“Hey, what are we doing tonight? I’m trying to pick an outfit, but I don’t want to be over dressed.” The text read.

“We’re super casual tonight.” I replied.

“My kinda night. 😉 Alright, I’ll see you later.” She said.

“See ya.” I replied. I set my phone down on my nightstand and went to my closet to find some clothes. I got dressed and ready and headed off to pick up (Y/N). When I got to her house, her mom let me in and I went up to her room.

“Come in!” She called when I knocked on her door.

“Hey.” I said shyly as I walked in her room.

“Oh, hey. I’m almost ready.” She said as she sat at her vanity finishing her makeup.

“Take your time.” I said. We sat there in silence as she finished getting ready. It was a comfortable silence, but I was getting anxious waiting to leave.

“Okay, I’m ready.” She said after about fifteen minutes.

“Finally, I was starting to fall asleep.” I laughed.

“Oh, whatever.” She said. We left and headed off to the bowling alley.

“Best three out of five, loser has to pay for ice cream afterwards.” She said as she typed our names into the computer.

“You’re on.” I laughed. We had an absolutely amazing time, bowling, sharing nachos, laughing and just having a good time. After five games, I ended up beating her three to two. “Huh, looks like ice cream is on you.” I joked as we returned our shoes.

“Yeah, yeah. Ice cream is on me.” She said as she rolled her eyes. We drove to the nearest ice cream shop, got our ice cream, and sat down at a table.

“Hey Grayson, can I ask you something?” (Y/N) said after a few minutes of silence.

“Sure. What’s up?” I asked.

“Was this really just the two of us hanging out? Or was this supposed to be a date?” She asked.

“Well, when I first asked you earlier, I didn’t intend for it to be a date, but the more I thought about it, I kinda wanted to think about it as a date. But, thinking of it as us just hanging out made me feel less nervous about it. I don’t know, (Y/N), my feelings are all over the place right now.” I said.

“Gray, talk to me. What’s going on?” She asked.

“It’s just, I like you, okay? I like you a lot. We’ve been friends for so long, and you know how much you mean to me, but I wanna be more than friends. We say "I love you” to each other all the time, but I just wish there was more meaning behind those words. We spend all night on the phone with each other, but it’s all just friendly conversation. I want more.“ I said.

"Grayson, I don’t know what to say.” I could hear sadness in her voice, and I knew that nothing good was going to come out of her mouth.

“You don’t have to say anything. This was a mistake. Tonight was great, but I gotta go.” I said as I got up from the table. I walked out of the ice cream shop and headed back towards my car.

“Grayson, wait.” (Y/N) called. I just continued walking. I felt bad leaving her here, but I was so overwhelmed. “Grayson, I know you can hear me. Come here.” She said as she grabbed my hand.

“(Y/N), please-” Before I could say anything else, her lips were pressed against mine. “What was that for?” I asked, leaning my forehead against hers.

“It was the only thing I could think of to stop you. Also, you’re my ride home.” She joked.

“(Y/N), seriously. I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Grayson, stop apologizing. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I was nervous about this too. I was nervous about seeing you in general, ever since we talked last night. After you didn’t come home last month, and when I realized how much I really missed you, I realized that I had feelings for you. And now that I know you have feelings too, I don’t feel as nervous anymore.” She explained. I smiled at her and kissed her again.

“Y'know, aside from all this, tonight was actually really great.” I said.

“Yeah, it was. But, I think it’s time to call it a night.” She said.

“Yes, I agree.” I laughed. We walked hand in hand back to my car and I drove her home.

“So, are you gonna walk me to the door, kiss me good night?” She asked as she started to get out.


“Well, this is a date isn’t it?” She asked.

“Oh, you’re right.” I said. We got out of the car and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and walked her up to the door.

“So, I probably should’ve asked you this earlier, but where do we stand? Are we like a thing now?” I asked, her hands in mine.

“Well, you made such a big deal over how badly you wanted to be more than friends.” She said sarcastically.

“Oh, so you’re making fun of me now?” I asked, kissing her softly.

“Just another thing I’m never gonna let you live down.” She laughed.

“I should get going. Thank you for tonight.” I smiled down at her.

“No, thank you.” She said. “Good night Grayson.” She said kissing me.

“Good night (Y/N).”

anonymous asked:

Your ongoing series of what others would gain from Zutara is so fascinating and so very well done! Now I'd like to ask: what would Iroh gain from Zutara?

What Iroh would gain from Zutara

Iroh would gain a daughter who cares about his wellbeing because of her character:

Katara: Zuko, I can help!

Katara: Goodbye, General Iroh.
Iroh: Goodbye, everyone. Today, destiny is our friend. I know it.

Rather than because the plot demands it.

 A family member who makes his nephew smile:

Instead of smirk.

Become more at peace with himself:

Instead of less.

Who actively helps to reconcile Iroh with his nephew:

And who, in her debut, rescues a child:

Rather than treating a child’s fate with indifference.

In short, someone who values her family:

Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara, she had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom.

Instead of scorning them.

He would gain a pai sho partner:

And a trusted White Lotus initiate:

Rather than yet more relatives:

Who should never be trusted under any circumstance.

 He would be related to someone who is spiritually inclined:

Rather than materialistic:

Zuko: Do you think you can find a fresh fruit tart for the lady, with rose petals on top.
Royal Servant: Excellent choice, sir.

Mαi: I guess there are some perks that come with being royalty. Though, there is annoying stuff too, like that all-day war meeting coming up.

And is a natural leader:

Instead of a follower.

He would gain someone with concern for social issues:

Mother: Earthbending is forbidden. It’s caused nothing but misery for this village. He must never use his abilities.
Katara: How can you say that? Haru has a gift. Asking him not to earthbend is like asking me not to waterbend. It’s a part of who we are.

Rather than someone who turns a blind eye to people’s problems.

Governor: What is going on down there?
Guard: I saw some kids yesterday who were sick with pentapox. It must have spread!
Governor: Pentapox! I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of that.
Governor’s Wife: Oh, this is terrible.
Guard: What should we do?
Governor: Drive them out of the city…but don’t touch them! We have to rid the city of this disease!

 Mαi: More fireflakes, Dad?

And most of all, he would gain an alliance that represents the world united:

Instead of the divisions of the past.

Zuko: Mαi, I never wanted to hurt you. But I have to do this to save my country. 

Mαi: Save it? You’re betraying your country.
Zuko: That’s not how I see it.

And who is closer to the Fire Nation people than Mαi has ever been.

“Fire is the element of power.” 

Mai: I thought when Ty Lee and I finally caught you guys it would be more exciting. Oh well, victory is boring.

“The people of the Fire Nation have desire and will.”

Katara: I’ll be outside – if you’re man enough to fight me!

Zuko: Well, at least I feel something…as opposed to you. You have no passion for anything.  You’re just a big “blah”. 

“And the energy and drive to achieve what they want.”

Sokka: Are you crazy, Katara? You’re not gonna win this fight!
Katara: I know! I don’t care!

Katara: So, you decided to show up? Aren’t you gonna fight?
Master Pakku : Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong.

Master Pakku: Katara, you have advanced more quickly than any student I have ever trained. You have proven that with fierce determination, passion and hard work you can accomplish anything.

[The dust from the falling scaffolding clears, once again giving Mαi a clear shot. She throws another hail of arrows, but the kids disappear through a large trap door which closes instantly above them.] 

[Cut back to Mαi, who sighs amidst the wreckage, turns, and walks away.] 

Mαi:  We lost.

Let's talk about headcanons about Food

Now, Mod Sync here is a decent enough cook. Put a recipe in front of me and I’ll be able to cook almost anything, and I can cook some things from just memory. I was making omelettes and looking up recipes and I wondered “What about the Undertale cast? What do they eat outside the game?” So, here are some things I’ve thought up about the main four!

If anyone remembers the Anniversary Q&A that happened (oh, who am I kidding, of course you guys do), then we know some things about that already. HOWEVER, I’m only going to partially use this info here. These are headcanons after all, so I don’t have to quite follow canon. 

Now, if you wish to continue, I shall leave these under a Read more, because this is gonna get wordy and also for you guys who are avoiding food for whatever reason. Also will include some other AUs.

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