AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.
oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.
Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.
He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?
Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.
Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.
Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid.
Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.
Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.
Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time.
“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind.
“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.
“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”
“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide.
“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.
“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”
“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–
–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.
“Did that just–”
“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.
“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”
“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.
“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!”
Pairing:Jungkook x Reader
Genre:Angst and smut.
“I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. “I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly.
A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I was struggling between pulling this one out of a very reluctant brain and writing some other stuff, but I hope you like it all the same!
After 72 years of ice and abstinence, Bucky worried his skills in the bedroom might’ve been a little rusty.
When (Y/N) had challenged him to just about the sexiest competition in the history of everything, he’d been absolutely floored. He’d thought about that girl for months: what he’d do to her, what he’d let her do to him (it was a little obsessive if he was honest with himself.) So, as she’d looked at him with darkened eyes and a wicked smile on her lips, he should’ve felt ecstatic, ready to haul her ashes right then and there. Instead, he’d floundered, blurting out the name of a diner a few blocks from the Tower and insisting they go right then.
Two weeks and the best six dates of his entire, excessively long life later, he was preparing to finally take the next step.
Maybe it was how much he’d grown to like (Y/N) and the fear that he would disappoint her, or how much time had passed since the last time he’d knocked a girl’s socks off, but he was freaking out. He felt like such a baby, whining and not doing backflips up and down the hallway at the opportunity to have sex with such a beautiful, kind girl.
He was probably going to hurl as soon as her saw her.
A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)
Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.
It starts on a Monday.
Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.
Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky takes you by surprise while you’re walking home from class.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,289
A/N: Well here it is! The first deleted scene from “A Lesson in Love”. I imagine this happening some time between “The Unintentional Run-In” and “The Little Things (Part One)”. I hope you babes enjoy it!
@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this like the beautiful queen you are.
The sun is nowhere to be found when you finally get out of class. In your eyes, this is the sole downfall that comes with winter - day turns into night while you’re stuck in a room with a professor who really loves the sound of his own voice.
Instead of thinking about the excessive amount of homework Professor Loki had assigned at the end of class, you tilt your head back and look up at the stars decorating the night sky. Tonight, they’re the only things keeping you company on your way back to your dorm. As soon as this thought crosses your mind, your slow stroll becomes a speed walk. You’ve attended enough of Natasha’s self-defense classes to know that being a female and walking alone at night is the worst combination imaginable. You’ve also heard more than your fair share of horror stories to know that this has a high possibility of ending badly.
Imagine Daryl cheating on you not knowing that you're pregnant
(Wooo more angst I guess :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
You were both arguing again. About what? He couldn’t remember and neither could you but you were now just both screaming at each other.
Finally, it suddenly stop and you both got quiet. With nothing else to say, he just exhaled and dipped his head down. Staring at his feet, he wondered what had happen between you and him to get like this.
He turned his back to you slowly and walked towards the door to leave, it just seemed right to let you have your space.
Before walking out, he looked back at you only to hear the sound your voice.
“I love you Daryl…”
He turned back and closed the door. Those words he had heard them a thousand times and never once had he ever gotten tired of them but this time something was off.
He couldn’t figure out if you were sincere about it or not and just took some time to reflect on everything.
In the few weeks of your arrival to Alexandria, the two of you had seem to drift apart and argue a lot more. Your happiness and joyful attitude had seem to change.
Anything would seem to bother you and you would just seem to push him away whenever he would try to comfort you, making him frustrated.
When he’d leave you alone for some time, you’d get even more frustrated and as he’d come back to your side, the fight between you and him would only seem to get worse.
He hated that feeling of pushing you away and the feeling of you pushing him away. He thought to himself that he would do anything to make you happier again but with everything going on and everything that had happen, even he himself found it hard to be positive.
As he sat on the couch, he just didn’t felt like he could sleep on it again this night and decided to get up and walk out to see what the others were up to.
He thought of going to Aaron’s for a late snack, knowing that he and Eric would welcome him, and walked towards where his house was.
He walked the road with his head down, hands in his pocket to keep himself warm when suddenly he felt someone walk by.
He looked back and realized it was Rosita. Oddly, seeing here walk just as him, made him curious and he just had to ask.
“Hey…Where are you going at this hour?”
She turned in surprised, seeming to not have noticed him earlier and simply sighed.
“To Spencer’s house…”
She seemed embarrassed about saying it and could only seem to hope to be able to leave soon before further questioning.
She was about to turn around as it got quiet but somehow Daryl just had to keep talking to her.
“W-what are you doing there? Is it cause of Abraham?”
He knew the answer but he felt an urge of being indiscreet and wanted her to answer honestly.
She ended up being pissed and just nodded.
“Yeah…well now you know the answer…Can I go now?”
From her answer, he just seemed to understand what was going on with her. Looking for someone to comfort in a time when the person you love the most had just threw you away, just seemed to suddenly appeal to him.
Him and her were on the same page and it would just seem fine to be the one to help her out while her to do so for him.
He walked closer to her and casually just asked her honestly.
“How about you forget about him for tonight…Let’s go to your house…”
She raised her eyebrow and knowing how much him and you loved each other she just couldn’t understand as to what was happening.
She stepped back and bluntly asked him. Nervously, he told her everything and ended up walking to her house.
Just as he expected to happen, he spent the night with her and tried to forget about the fight you and him had.
While he left, you had cried to yourself, thinking about everything. You didn’t knew as to where this whole frustration came to you but you just felt suffocated with everything lately.
It was easy to be pissed off and it would always seem that you would let it out the instant Daryl would be around.
You hated yourself for it each time you would later reflect on it and remembering his sad expression, only made it worse.
You wanted it to change, to go back to the time where everything was sweet and nice with him. To the time, when it was easy to laugh and forgive each other after stupid little arguments.
You knew it had something to do with you and you just had to figure it out. You thought about it over the night and eventually fell to sleep.
The next morning you woke up and oddly Daryl wasn’t on the couch. You stopped to think for a while but believing that he might sleep at Aaron’s or Rick’s, you simply nodded and walked to over to make breakfast.
In the meanwhile, he was spending the morning in Rosita house’s still holding her. He felt bad to leave you like that but thinking that you might need some time he stayed with her and they later ate breakfast as well.
You sat there expecting him to come back anytime soon but as you realized the time of the day, you decided you needed to figure out what was happening with yourself.
You needed to talk to someone and decided to join Denise in the infirmary. As you helped her out with whatever she needed, you both talked and she made you realize something.
“Well maybe your mood swings…and your sensitivity to smell…it’s all linked to you being pregnant…When was your last period?”
As she said that, you stopped whatever you were doing and stared up at her. In thought, you counted the last time you had your period and realized it was quite some time ago.
She noticed your silence and questioned further, “Do you and Daryl…use condoms when you both…”
You shook your head remembering the last time you and him had been together intimately and just slumped down to sit on the nearby chair.
Nervously, you didn’t know how to react properly. Were you happy about the possibility or would it break you and him even more, you couldn’t know at that moment and it scared you.
As Denise noticed you, she got closer to you and went in to rub your back for comfort.
“Look I think you can take a test here just to be sure…maybe you’re not and it’s something else…Whatever it is we’ll figure it out ok!”
You wiped your little tears and nodded to her. A test wouldn’t hurt you and if you really were pregnant then you thought you that it might be better to learn it now.
As you were about to take the test, Daryl was just quietly leaving Rosita’s house for the day and was hoping to go check on you.
However, something in his hear and mind told him that you might push him away again, making him turn to look at Rosita as he stood by the door.
In a mumble, he simply eyed her and said, “I’ll be back for tonight…Wait for me ok…”
She sighed and asked him about you but he simply shrugged and explained his reasoning. She ended up agreeing and told him to quickly leave before anyone would see him walk out of her house.
You ended up finding the truth behind your frustration and sickness. You were pregnant, two lines on both of the tests that you took.
Your heart thumped and you thought of everything. Was he really going to be okay with this? You remembered you both talked about wanting a family together but that was back when everything was sunshine and flowers between you not like this.
You weren’t even sleeping in the same house at this point and the thought of bringing a child into an unhappy family saddened you.
As you sat in deep thought and discussion with Denise, she tried her best to make you realize that it wasn’t as bad.
She tried to convince you of Daryl’s kind heart and how he would certainly understand and probably make things right with you.
Although, you could see it, you expressed to her that you felt bad for the way you had been treating him.
“I-I don’t to think an apology will be enough…”
She didn’t knew what to say and you both got quiet for a while until an idea occurred to her.
“How about you make a nice diner for him…and maybe make a surprise about your pregnancy announcement while at it…I’m sure he’ll appreciate it…”
The idea made you smile and only sweet memories about him getting you dinner whenever you were hungry, came to you. You realized it was in times like that, that you would both just fall for one another.
You ended up nodding and with some confidence you agreed.
“Alright I like that idea…A new start for me and him…and our little one…”
She smiled to hear you and you both got to work on different ideas of how to present the whole thing to him.
Not wanting to rush anything, you decided to truly prepare it for him in the few days that followed.
While at it, he had been spending his night’s at Rosita for her company and had lied to you about just wanting to hang out with Aaron.
You didn’t question him any further thinking that it would be better to surprise him at the right moment and just let him his space.
He didn’t want to be apart from you but your distantness just seemed it was better to let you on your own for a while.
With Rosita, he was able to talk and just feel comforted enough to not want to leave it so soon. He knew it was wrong but something about it was just worth it to him as long as no one found out.
She wouldn’t ever replace what he feels for you but it was something new to him and a breath of fresh air that he needed for the time being.
One evening, after him and her had just had sex, he remembered you passing by him and telling him to come for dinner as he walked outside.
He knew it meant you were fine enough to talk again and finally felt like he needed to spend the rest of the night with you. He explained himself to her and she understood, letting him leave.
You sat waiting anxiously at home, hoping he’ll be back soon and really just couldn’t wait to tell him of the news.
In the days leading to this moment, you grew to love the idea of having your own child and could just imagine how lively your life would get.
You barely could sit still in your seat and as soon as your door was opened, you got up from the kitchen table to peer over.
It was Daryl and you cracked a smile at him. He lowered his gaze as he would whenever he would get nervous and made you chuckle.
To hear your laughter, made him feel better and realized how much he had missed you. However, at the same time that smile and sound, stung his heart and reminded him of what he had been doing behind your back, making his hesitate to smile so much.
He walked over to see you and greeted you in a low tone. You nodded and shyly welcomed him.
He sat across from you and smiled to see the food you had cooked. He smelled it and just felt back at home and slowly seemed to forget about everything that had happen.
You both ate quietly for a moment, not knowing the right words to say. Stealing glances at each other, you smiled and notice him going from smiling to a concerned expression in a matter of seconds
It worried you that he might not like it or something and took the lead in starting a conversation.
“I-I’m glad you came for tonight…I-I really missed you…”
You looked up from your plate to see his reaction and once again saw his lips curl. It wasn’t out of pure happiness it seemed but you took it as a compliment.
He nodded at you and just couldn’t find anything to tell you but that he felt the same about you.
It was the truth but part of it, he felt himself as a jerk to have done such things to you. It broke his heart to realize the whole thing and he just wanted to hit himself over it.
He then reached for your hand and simply repeated to you about how he loves you, making you feel a sense of relief.
The evening went quite well and you both started to chat in a more relaxed way that reminded you both of when you first met at the prison.
As you both sat on the couch, you then got up and revealed to him that you had another surprise for him and that he needed to close his eyes.
It slightly unnerved him but nonetheless he did as you asked of him.
You came back with a box in hand and kneeled close to his knee, enough to put your hand on it.
As you did, you then told him to open his eyes. He noticed the box in hand and just wondered as to what it was.
You could see the curiosity in his eyes and excitement came over to you. You smiled brightly and just couldn’t seem to sit still.
You handed it to him and looking into his eyes, you said, “I’m sorry about my attitude lately…I really am…You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you…You deserve better…So here is my apology gift…”
He swallowed hard to hear you and couldn’t think as to what you would offer him. The box was intricate and he felt like he didn’t deserve whatever it was inside as he now felt at fault on his part.
Nonetheless, with your excitement, he had no choice but to do just as you asked and open the box.
As he did, he noticed the paper filling surrounding a piece of a folded paper and looked back at you.
You gave him a curt nod to signify him to take it and he did so. He took it slowly and opened it to read it.
“You’re going to be a dad”
His heart stopped. His eyes had tears and widened to see those words and he couldn’t figure out how to truly feel.
As you noticed him, you simply chuckled and told him to check the tests you had took to let him know of the truth.
He slowly searched for them and seeing the two sticks with each a positive sign on them, he realized how much in the wrong he was.
He knew he still loved you but just felt like he didn’t deserve you. He looked back into your eyes and you just playfully bit your lips and said, “So…what do you think?”
A thousands insults to himself came to him and in that instant, he could only think of pulling you in for a tight hug.
You ended up in his lap, hugging him back and could only laugh at his reaction. Your happiness to him was everything to him but truly he just felt like he did you wrong and knew nothing he could do could make him redeem himself.
The only thing he could say or feel about this was to tear up. He clung onto you and repeatedly apologize to you.
“I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
You stroked his hair to hear him and just told him it was fine, not understanding the true meaning behind his apology.
You thought he was simply referring to your pregnancy and just told him about your love for him.
“You don’t need to apologize for it…If anything it’s me for my attitude…Not you…Besides if you’re apologizing for making a baby with me…Don’t…I love you Daryl…That’s all that matters…I know we’ll make it through together…and that’s all because I love you…”
As he listened to you, he wanted to hit himself over and over for everything that he had done to you and realized nothing could be done to fix any of his acts.
The only thing he could think at that moment was to keep apologizing.
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry…I’m sorry Y/N…”
From his tone, you realized something was off and held him wondering if you should ask his meaning or simply brush it off for the night.
Requested by anon:
okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,424
Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)
A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)
Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N)
was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research.
John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.
“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”
“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.
“No tension or anything?” John continued.
“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.
“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.
“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He
had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”
(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a
cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.
“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired
“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?”
“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in
“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the
coffee table and throwing his hand up.
“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”
“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing
neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.
Request- “Monty and Alex fight but the reader steps in.” (I changed up the whole car hit thing, it just made more sense to me.)
Getting to school early was a blessing for you. It gave you the opportunity to get in a hot cup of coffee, and time to collect your thoughts away from people. Usually people started to filter in at around the same time as each other, noisy and distracting, and pulling you back down to reality.
Today, someone was really bothering you. Or rather, it sounded like a group- a rather large group. Heck, maybe it was a mob?
Unable to continue on in your little bubble, you decided to go out and check what all the ruckus was about. As you started out of the large double doors, the visual was majorly blocked by crowds of people surrounding and jeering at whatever was going on. You used you elbows and the occasional sharp fingernail to push your way to the front of the crowds, earning a few “Oi!”’s from the clump. Pushing past the last people, you could make out a figure on the floor, bloodied and angry. A figure which turned out to be Alex Standall. Towering above him was Montgomery De La Cruz, barely a scratch on him except from his crimson fists.
The sight made you mad. More than mad. It made you fucking furious. Although you’d never had the displeasure of knowing either boy very well, it was obvious that Monty was far larger and far more powerful than Alex, and that this fight was just plain unfair. Monty was a jock, Alex was in band. You and Alex had Maths together, and sometimes he helped you out, so you thought he seemed a nice enough guy. Monty however, was in your Chemistry, and you’d been partners a few times. You’d always found him attractive, and if you were completely honest with yourself, had a little crush on him, but knew when it came down to it he was a lads lad. On the odd occasion, the gentle, caring Monty would show his face, but not too long before the facade was forced back up.
Before you even knew what you were doing, your feet were carrying you into the middle of the fight. You were shaking slightly from anger, you hated violence more than anything, and these boys were going to know about it.
“MONTY!” You shouted as you stepped between him and Alex. He faltered, pulling his fist back from its previous punching position.
“Y/N? What is it?” His face had softened ever so slightly. You looked pointedly at Alex, perched up on his elbows and breathing heavily, and then back to Montgomery.
“What the hell do you think?” You laughed slightly.
“He nearly ran me over!” He was angry, but there was no where near as much heat in his tone as previously. You looked back at Alex.
“It’s true.” He coughed.
“Well obviously that was dumb. Doesn’t mean you gotta beat him to a pulp.” You accused, crossing your arms. You weren’t shy, per-se, but it was uncommon that your school peers would see this side of you. You squinted your eyes- neither of you breaking eye contact from the other.
“I got angry.” He was blunt, but no longer mad. His fists had un-balled.
“You think I just punch up some guy when I get mad?” You chuckled again. “If so I’d be punching you up right now De La Cruz.”
The crowd began to dissipate, to make way for Mr Porter. Shit. This wasn’t going to be good.
“De La Cruz. Standall. What are you doing?” He boomed. “And L/N, this is very unlike you.”
“I was stopping them, sir.” You explained.
“If I recall hearing correctly, you were just threatening to hit Montgomery.” He crossed his arms. You sighed. Why did you even bother.
“All of you to my office please.”
Great. This day was just getting worse.
Porter gave the three of you detention, but was sure to keep Monty and Alex separated- just in case. Alex was put by himself, while you got stuck with Monty.
“I know it’s stupid, but I feel like I should explain myself.” Monty started. You exhaled.
“Honestly, don’t worry, I’m sorry I got so pissy. I shouldn’t have got involved.” You revealed.
“I’m glad you did, Y/N. If you hadn’t been there, i don’t know how far I would’ve taken it.” He avoided eye contact, contrastingly to the previous day.
“Mr Porter still would have turned up, I didn’t do anything, really.”
“You did, Y/N. Mr Porter wouldn’t have helped me calm down. You did, for some reason.” Monty seemed smaller then, less intimidating.
“I’m glad, I guess…” you trailed off, not quite sure how to react. Monty turned his seat so that he was facing you, and his knees were nearly touching your seat. He hummed to himself quietly.
“You’re really something.” He seemed as though he was searching for something in your eyes, studying you, purveying you. You blushed, feeling as though he was undressing you. Not in a sexual way, but pulling away all the layers of your personality. You saw through him.
“Monty, I’m not just your next conquest.” You rolled your eyes, facing forward to the chalkboard. He seemed taken aback, and scooted his chair closer to yours.
“No, Y/N! I wasn’t- I mean-” something switched on him and his tone became low and angered again,
“You really think I’m that type of guy, huh?”
“I know you are! You, Justin, Bryce, Zach, your whole damn group is the same. I see you around De La Cruz, I know what you’re like.” You took a breather, but not leaving long enough for Monty to butt in. You turned toward him, your knees were touching.
“If you’re not like that then what the hell happened with Stephanie Parker? She broke her own heart?” You laughed bitterly.
“No you’re getting this all wrong. Maybe…I’m not the best guy. I’ve made a hell of a load of mistakes. But I’m genuine. I’m honest. I tell people what they’re getting into - Stephanie was fully aware of what was happening, she just didn’t realised how much it would affect her.” He was less angry, more pleading.
“I don’t know why it matters to you, anyway. What I think of you. You can get any girl to believe your sweet nothings, why are you bothering with me.” Your face was close to his. He chuckled, revealing an unfathomable smile. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Not to mention adorable. It could light up a whole football stadium.
“You’re really quite clueless, aren’t you L/N?” He drew a light circle on your knee.
Your eyebrows remained furrowed.
“The truth is. I’ve always thought you were very intriguing. Pretty. Smart. And you always helped me out in chemistry.” He was drawing a variety of shapes, now.
“I didn’t realise you paid that much attention.” You scoffed, but the sass from your voice had somewhat left. He bit his lip. He leaned in slowly. He smiled, before softly placing his lips on your own. You had no intention of pushing him away. You’d decided- if this be all you get of Montgomery De La Cruz, then let it be. The kiss was slow, and passionate. You tangled your fingers up into his hair and he chuckled slightly at the sensation. His hands began cupping your face, before moving to your legs and pulling your chair towards him, so that your legs were around him, and finally placing his hands on your waist. He tasted like sweet kiwi, an unexpected flavour.
After exploring each other for what felt like hours, you spilt.
“So,” Monty breathed. “Let me take you out tonight?” He grinned, his hands still around your waist. You scoffed.
“How about tomorrow? I’ve got to make you wait at least a little.” You giggled, smoothing your thumb pad over his cheek.
Warnings: I don’t know if this is really a warning, but I felt like I should add it. If you’re color-blind in anyway or deal with anything similar this may be sensitive to some. Writing this definitely me think about how some people may not see colors and I tried to grasp the feeling in this fic.
Request from @palebun-16 :
Hello!! Could I request a peter Parker x female reader soulmate au where when you see your soulmate you start to see colors and peter sees them but only as spider man? And then the rest is up to you! Thank you!
A/N: Thank you for your request @palebun-16 ! This request really made me think. I thought it was a super clever idea and then I got scared because I had no idea how I was going to do it justice. It’s such a cool concept that I didn’t want to ruin. It was definitely a challenge for me! I’ve always struggled with writing but really appreciate the support and feel like I am improving. :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you think and requests are still open! We do have a few still were working on so it might take a while, but we are determined to do them all so thank you for your patience!
Living in a colorless would can get quite boring, well to you at least. Everyone seemed to be used to seeing in black and white until finding their soulmate. A lot of people didn’t even seem interested in seeing colors, but that was not your case. Being a hopeless romantic gave you the dream to find that one person that would be your true love, and along with that came with the dream of seeing color. You couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like to have that one person that cared for you so deeply, and to care for them as well; having each other’s backs and going through life together as a team.
I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell
me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already
there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those
six letters, that one word.
Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I
have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being
touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop
assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against
my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my
bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I
wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this
properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked.
It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or
perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.
Pairing: Dean x Female Reader Rating: M (18+ only please) Warnings: Smut, angst, harsh language, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. (I wrote this in, like, a half hour. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors!) Summary: After a hunt goes wrong, you and Dean fight. Switches POV between Dean and the reader.
The car ride back to the bunker is silent.
You’re practically vibrating with anger, your leg bouncing restlessly as you stare at the scenery flying past the windows. Sam keeps glancing at you warily, but you don’t meet his eyes. He’s too understanding, too aware of the other feelings that are playing a role in your anger.
The hunt went bad. It happens, occasionally. No one died, and you ended up ganking the ghost that was haunting a family north of Lebanon. You have a few scrapes and scratches, but it was worth it, when you were able to save a little boy and girl and get them safely back to their parents.
Dean didn’t agree. Sure, you saw the relief in his eyes when the whole thing was over, but it wasn’t long until he tore into you. You were angry at him, and embarrassed. He didn’t even wait until you were out of earshot of the Hughes family before he started telling you you acted like an amateur.
When you finally pull into the garage at the bunker, you’re out the door of the Impala practically before Dean puts it into park.
He says your name as he opens the driver’s side door, and you take a deep breath, trying not to fly off the handle. “Dean, don’t.” You shake your head. “I am so fucking mad at you right now and I really don’t want to say anything I’m gonna regret later.”
Hi there~ Reaction of NCT 127 when you ( an idol ) choose him as an ideal type :) Thank youuu ❤️
I had so much fun writing this! A lot of people have been anticipating this post so I hope you like it :-) tell me what ya think x
(this was a post scheduled for 01/02/17 so won’t be found of the masterlist yet. i’ll remove this message when it has been added :-) )
“-what? Really? Oh, oh, oh, thank you”
Taeil would get super blushy when the MC told him that you picked him as your ideal type. He wouldn’t be used to compliments and wouldn’t know how to respond or react. His cheeks would flush furiously, and he’d looked to the ground stuttering out a quiet thank you. For the rest of the day, he’d think about what you said and every time his heart would flutter and he’d be all cute and smiley awe.
“Ah! Y/N! Good choice!”
Every time I read reactions like this, people always make out Johnny to be some kind of flirter whose like “hit me up” or “aren’t I everyone’s ideal type?”. And although to some degree, I agree, I think he wouldn’t flirt too much or be too overly confident. He’d grin and jokingly tell you that you made a good choice, and you’d be able to see him blush a bit at the compliment. I don’t think he’d drag it on or basque in it for too long though.
“Huh? Me? Me? She chose me?”
You know that huh sound that Taeyong makes when he’s surprised? Yeah, that was literally the first thought that came into my head for me haha. He wouldn’t be able to comprehend how someone so successful and talented like you, someone who could literally have your pick of anyone, would pick a rookie like him. He’d point to himself questioningly and his members would laugh at him, pushing his shoulder lightly. If he ever saw you at an awards ceremony or backstage, he’d definitely be all blushy and quiet around you.
Yuta wouldn’t even say anything. Like seriously. Probably, he’d act like he had been told this millions of times before, acting like a cocky little shit. His charming smile would be plastered on his face and he’d look to the camera and wink sending a kiss, receiving a load of joke punches and cringes from the other members. Inside he’d be internally screaming and jumping for joy, since you were his crush and this basically meant he was yours too.
“Awe, thank you Y/N! Thank you, thank you”
Again Taeil would be lost for words. He wouldn’t be shy over it but wouldn’t be arrogant over it either. Smiling sweetly, he’d nod briefly and laughing at the boys who were complaining that you had chose the wrong person as your ideal type. Subconsciously, he’d be rubbing the palms of his hands on his legs slowly in attempt to wipe of the sweat on his hands, and his heart would be pumping hard with adrenaline.
He’d do a little fist pump which would only make the MC and members laugh at him even more. They’d take it in a jokingly way, as if he was just acting. But really, he’d be totally flattered and stunned. He had spoken before about you and how he admired you and you were his ideal type, so finding out that you felt the same way would excite him about the future even more. Maybe he’d be able to date you one day…?
Whenever gets complimented, he always does aegyo and will raise his shoulders innocently and blush A LOT. So I don’t think this would be any different if you said he was your ideal type. In fact it’d be worse! As everyone awe’d at him and gave him a pat on the back, he’d suddenly break out with some aegyo and send the camera hearts and kisses, sending all his love to you.
Mark would laugh nervously, knowing fully well that after the radio interview finished, he’d be mercifully teased and mocked by his hyungs and Haechan because that kid does not hold back lmao same He wouldn’t be able to hold back a small gasp, shocked as to why you would ever chose him when the likes of older, more mature and talented idols were around. Thanking you, he’d fidget uncomfortably for the rest of the interview, anticipating the next time he’d meet you and how things might change.
“Hyung! Y/N chose me and not you! Haha!”
Like Mark, Haechan would laugh, but he’d do it thinking it was some kind of prank. When he was told that it serious and 100% true, he’d be shocked and would sit in his chair, eyes wide in shock and his mouth hanging open. This’d be a complete surprise to him and he’d never expect to be chosen for anyone’s ideal type. He’d then resort to doing a small happy dance and teasing his members about how you chose him instead of them.
It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed.
You know what makes me wonder, is that Boris at the end of chapter 2 seems to be perfectly fine and all friendly and chipper. Not evil at all. I wonder if Bendy used to be like that, but is possessed or something. Doesn't make sense that boris is all cool but Bendy is all crazy you know? I don't know. So hyped for chapter 3!
I’ve got a theory, and it’s a theory that’s actually existed since Chapter 1 was first released. It’s also, ironically, a theory that I never really cared for… but Chapter 2 has added a significant helping of support for it.