Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.
He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.
He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague.
“But it hurts,” Spencer complained.
“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg."
"Can you just drive more carefully please?"
You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head.
Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures.
"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat.
“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”
The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park.
You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree.
Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you.
Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle.
You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”
“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground.
“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”
He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”
“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”
Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you.
You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully."
You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat.
“Wait… No! I’m injured.”
“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”
He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”
He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him.
“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”
You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles.
“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”
“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”
“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”
“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home.
“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”
“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”
“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”
He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on.
You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived.
When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth.
“S'up?” You turned to your friend.
He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt.
“I need a shower.”
He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual.
“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”
“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”
He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”
“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”
You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away.
“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom.
“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors.
“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”
He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you.
Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”
You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?"
"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”
Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that."
He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear.
"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”
He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”
He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg.
“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully.
“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”
“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”
He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look.
“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”
“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”
You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on.
When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off.
You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months.
He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage.
“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”
“It…. It’s n-noone.” He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends.
“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”
“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”
You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls.
“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”
He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks.
“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading.
He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.
It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him.
Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.
“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”
“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”
His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier.
“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him.
“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”
Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold.
You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”
He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather.
“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair."
He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.
His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly.
Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”
“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”
He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out.
“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”
He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room.
You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning.
Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well.
“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”
He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”
You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him.
“Thank you by the way.”
"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm. “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself.
He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant.
He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started.
Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already.
“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”
“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look.
“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”
“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”
He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie.
Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen.
Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again.
A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours.
You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had.
This was new.
But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact…..
You liked it. Like really liked it.
Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response.
“No….. Leave it Spence."
You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy.
He liked you? Like that?
He liked you.
And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.
Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you.
And you did spend almost all your spare time with him.
And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world.
You liked him. Why had you never realised?
This was completely unexpected.
You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure.
You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself.
He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back.
Okay. You could work with this.
You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him.
They finally get a lead on Kelly Kline on a Saturday. Spurred on by guilt and probably a bit of cabin fever, Castiel turns right around from the hunt he just returned from with Mary to chase her down.
“Oh,” Castiel says, turning. He sticks a hand into his coat pocket. “I almost forgot.”
It isn’t like him to forget things, so the move has to be calculated. Then again, he loses his phone all over the place. Maybe he really did just forget whatever it is. Dean’s startled out of his musing by a shiny projectile hurtling towards his face, which he catches gracelessly in one hand. The metal, whatever it is, feels cool in his palm. He blinks up at Castiel.
started with an accident. Just a coincidence. You were at the wrong place at
the wrong time. Or was it the right place and the right time? You are just
walking down the street after buying something at the grocery store when a
person dressed in all black brushes past you, ripping the plastic bag from your
fingers and spilling its contents all over the street. The person stops
abruptly and looks at you- and that’s a big mistake. Heavy footsteps are behind
you and you turn around to see who is apparently following him since he seems
to be running from someone, when you suddenly feel an arm wrap around your neck
and the cold metal of a gun pressing against your temple. Your pulse speeds up as
you look at two young, beautiful men. Almond eyes, one of them has dark hair
and one of them bleached blond hair. They are slim but don’t look fragile at
all in their black dress shirts and matching pants. “Oh come on” the blond one
says and cracks his knuckles “Pulling an innocent bystander into this? You know
Mr. Bang won’t like this” he says and pulls out a shiny black pistol. The other
man has a fox like face with a sharp jawline and his eyes are clear and his
hand is silently hovering over his pocket where you could see the shape of
another gun. The street is empty and you are currently in a relatively bad
neighborhood so even if you would scream people would probably just ignore it.
“Let this poor girl go and you will make it out of this alive. . maybe.” The
blond says and aims his gun at you. . Or the person behind you. You aren’t
quite sure. When the man behind you doesn’t let you go you hear a sigh and then
a loud bang followed by a sharp pain in your ankle and the hand around your
neck is gone immediately “Well done Dae you hit her.” You hear another voice
say. It has to be the brown haired man. You fall to your knees and look at your
ankle. There is blood. So. So much blood. You feel black creep in on you vision
but try to fight it – Unfortunately you aren’t strong enough and you feel your
body go limp before the darkness consumes you.
Now And Forever (Michael Mell X Reader X Jeremy Heere)
Warnings: Swearing, reader gets insulted for being in a poly relationship, just general fluff and worrying boyf riends
Summary: Michael, Y/N and Jeremy are in a wonderful, loving relationship. It’s just too bad that other people can’t see that
A/N: For the anons who requested a BMC one shot. Enjoy!
I walked through the crowded corridor of Middle Borough High School, my head hanging low.
My anxiety was acting up big time, because in the ‘first day of school’ haze I had somehow managed to forget to take my meds.
I made it to my locker relatively unscathed, but I felt a hand on my shoulder suddenly. I tensed up and turned around, relaxing slightly when I saw Jeremy standing there.
“Hey Y/N!” Jeremy said, pulling me into a hug. I buried my head into his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Woah, babe. You ok?” Jeremy said, stroking my hair gently. I shook my head, and Jeremy frowned.
“What’s up?” He asked, wrapping his other arm around my waist. I took in a deep breath and lifted my head, looking him in the eye.
“I forgot to take my meds this morning.” I muttered and Jeremy sighed, gently cupping my chin, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Today’s Tuesday, so you have all your classes with either Michael or I. That way you don’t have to worry about having to sit next to other people.” Jeremy said and I smiled gratefully at him.
I pressed my lips to his, and Jeremy’s hands instinctively flew to my hair. He ran his fingers through it and brought them down to cup my cheeks.
I pulled away slowly, a smile settling on my face. “I love you.” I whispered, pulling him into another brief hug.
“I love you too, Y/N. I should probably go get my books, but I’ll see you in Period 2.” Jeremy said, rubbing circles on my cheek gently.
I felt my heart rate speed up a little as Jeremy walked away, but when I saw that all too familiar red hoodie, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Michael!” I shouted, waving wildly at him. His head perked up, and a smile crept across his face when he saw me.
“Hi Y/N!” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I smiled and took his hand, earning a raised eyebrow from Michael.
“I, uh, I didn’t take my meds this morning.” I explained, and Michael nodded, squeezing my hand reassuringly.
“Thank god today’s Tuesday then.” Michael said as we walked to Period 1, our hands swinging as we walked.
“Yeah. Jeremy said that.” I said and Michael smiled, kissing the top of my head.
We had almost made it to our classroom, but naturally, someone had to interrupt the sense of calm I had.
“What the hell? Wasn’t she just all over that Jeremy nerd?” I heard someone say, and my heart started pounding.
“Michael.” I whispered, trying to calm my breathing but failing miserably.
“She’s such a whore.” “What a freak.” “Slut.” People said, not even bothering to keep their comments to themselves.
“Who the hell gave you guys the right to say things like that?” Michael shouted, and I winced at the sudden burst of anger from him.
“Sticking up for your slut, Mell? You know she doesn’t love you. She can’t if she’s all over your best friend.” Someone said, and I was starting to get dizzy.
“Michael, can we just go?” I muttered, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. Michael’s face softened as he turned to me and kissed my knuckles.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t have them saying things like that about you. I love you, and I protect the people I love.” Michael said, and I reluctantly let go of his hand.
I walked to the classroom, trying to block out the sound of Michael arguing with those people. I tried to calm my breathing and push any concerns about Michael getting hurt out of my head but I suddenly heard a crash.
“Michael!” I shouted, rushing over to his crumpled form. There was a little cut near his left eyebrow and I cursed internally, holding his head in my hands.
“Hey Y/N.” Michael said weakly, shooting me a half smile. I pulled him into a tight hug, which earned a chuckle from his as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“God I was really worried, you idiot.” I said, my words slightly muffled because my head was buried in the crook of his neck.
“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.” I said, helping Michael stand up. I took his hand in mine and walked to the nurse’s office with him.
“You’re adorable when you’re worried.” Michael muttered and I felt my cheeks heat up, a bashful smile crossing my face.
“You know Jeremy says the same thing about you, right?” I said and Michael’s cheeks went pink.
“I do know.” Michael said and I chuckled, glancing at the cut on his face briefly.
“Mr Mell. Miss Y/L/N. Might I ask what you’re not doing in class? And without Mr Heere.” The nurse said, the last bit under her breath.
“Someone shoved Michael, and he cut his head.” I said and the nurse nodded, scanning Michael’s face.
“Well then, come in. I’ll go get an ice pack for you. Have a seat.” The nurse said and I nodded, sitting down with Michael.
“I’m texting Jeremy.” I said, and Michael frowned, trying to explain why I shouldn’t do it.
“Michael, Jeremy is your boyfriend as well as mine. He deserves to know.” I said and Michael pouted, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up Jeremy’s contact.
To: Player One 💋💞
Michael and I are in the nurse’s office. Someone said some shit about me, and Michael decided it’d be fun to try and fight them and consequently get shoved.
I sent the text and relaxed into Michael’s embrace, resting my head on his shoulder.
“This is nice, but it’d be nicer if you weren’t hurt.” I muttered and Michael chuckled, kissing the top of my head.
Michael went to respond, but my phone buzzed, interrupting him. I picked it up and saw a message from Jeremy.
From: Player One 💋💞
Oh my god!!! Tell Michael that he’s an idiot, but I hope he wasn’t hurt too bad. I love you guys. See you in Period 2.
I smiled, shoving my phone in the pocket of my purple sweatshirt. The nurse gave us a sour look as she handed Michael the ice pack, before retreating behind her desk.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with such a dork.” I muttered and Michael feigned offence, putting his free hand on his chest.
“I can’t believe my girlfriend is so mean.” Michael said and I rolled my eyes, snaking an arm around his waist.
“Whatever nerd.” I retaliated, kissing Michael’s cheek. We approached the classroom and I reluctantly removed my arm from Michael’s waist.
The teacher must have heard about what happened, because she didn’t ask us anything about where we were, or why we were so late.
We took our seats next to each other, and the lesson blurred past quickly. I kissed Michael goodbye as he went to his next lesson, and I warned him not to get into any more fights.
“Hey Jeremy.” I said, pecking his cheek when I saw him. He smiled and kissed my forehead in reply.
“Hello to you too. How’s Michael?” Jeremy asked when we sat down, opening our books.
“Michael’s fine. It was just a small cut, and he’s got an ice pack for it. I did warn him not to get into any more fights.” I said and Jeremy chuckled, taking my hands and squeezing it.
“Mr Heere. Miss Y/L/N. If we could please keep any displays of… affection outside the classroom, please?” He said and Jeremy dropped my hand, our faces both bright pink.
I nearly fell asleep a few times during the lesson, but Jeremy would wake me up with a gentle tap on the shoulder.
We finished the lesson and made our way to lunch, and saw that Michael was already sitting at our usual table.
“There are my beautiful partners.” Michael said, kissing the both of us on the cheek.
“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said, sitting down on one side of Michael. I sat down on the other side of him and pulled my water bottle out of my backpack.
“Hey Jer. How are you?” Michael asked and Jeremy hummed, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
“I’m alright. I was, however, worrying about you, Mr. Getting into fights? Really?” Jeremy said and Michael chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Some jerks were talking shit about Y/N, and I know you’d fight someone if they were doing that too, so don’t deny it Jeremiah.” Michael said, poking Jeremy’s cheek.
Jeremy went pink and I giggled, taking a drink from my bottle. “Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Jeremy asked, noticing the absence of a lunch tray in front of me.
“I didn’t take my meds this morning, and I guess my body isn’t quite used to it.” I said and Jeremy nodded, pulling his brown lunch bag out of his backpack.
“Oh, have you guys heard about Brooke and Chloe?” I asked and the boys turned to me, shaking their heads.
“Well, apparently Brooke asked Chloe out, and they’re going to Jake’s Halloween party together.” I said and the boys smiled at each other.
“The gays are invading. We’re everywhere.” Michael said and Jeremy snorted, nearly knocking over his chocolate milk.
“You two are literally bisexual and pansexual. To be fair, I’m bi as well.” I said and Michael chuckled, ruffling my hair.
“Just because we’re not strictly gay doesn’t mean we can’t act gay.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy and smirking.
“Oh god, no.” I muttered as Michael crashed his lips to Jeremy’s, tangling his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy settled his hands on Michael’s hips, and Michael tugged gently on Jeremy’s hair.
“Ok, ok, I get it! You’re both super gay for each other.” I said, chuckling slightly. Michael and Jeremy pulled apart and smiled at me, their cheeks flushed.
“We may be gay for each other, but we’re super straight for you, Y/N.” Jeremy said and I snorted, leaning my head on Michael’s shoulder.
“Thanks Jer. That totally makes me feel better.” I said and Michael chuckled, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.
“You guys wanna come over this afternoon? I got Apocalypse of the Damned on the weekend, and I haven’t played it yet.” Michael said and I pressed a kiss to his neck.
“I’m in.” Jeremy said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Michael nodded and glanced down at me.
“How about you, shortie? You in?” Michael asked and I frowned, shooting Michael a glare.
“I’m in, but you’ve gotta promise to stop calling me shortie. I’m taller than Rich.” I said and the boys laughed, nodding their heads.
“You may be taller than Rich, but you’re still shorter than the both of us. Which means, we’re still gonna call you shortie.” Jeremy said and I rolled my eyes, giving them the finger.
“Now I know why you and Rich get along so well. You’re both tiny bundles of bisexual fury.” Michael said and I scoffed, taking my head off his shoulder.
“I hate the both of you right now. I’m filing for divorce.” I said and they both cackled. Michael even wiped a tear away.
“God I love you nerds.” Michael said, pulling Jeremy and I into a hug. I kissed Michael’s cheek softly, and I saw Jeremy do the same thing.
“Ok, tomorrow I get to sit in the middle.” I said, earning a loud laugh from both of the boys.
“Fine. Tomorrow is Y/N’s day in the middle.” Jeremy said, winking at me from across the bench.
I let out a content sigh, snuggling into the crook of Michael’s neck. “You know what?” I said and I was met with hums of response from Michael and Jeremy.
“I don’t care if people think we’re weird. I don’t care what other people say. I love you two more than anything else, and that’s all that matters. Now and forever.”
Request: Hi!!! I’ve never done this before so sorry if I sounds aggressive, but I’ve had this idea for a long time now and hoped you can bring it to life. The reader has been with the Winchesters for many years now and Dean has the worlds biggest crush on them. So being Dean he pushes her away by insulting her. She doesn’t really care and brushed them off with ease, but one day he calls her a slut/whore and she snaps due to her VERY abused past, and the brothers had known nothing of her true past?
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,600ish
Warnings: language (Drunk Dean being an ass pretty much)
Lance took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His helmet rested on his lap, serving as a support for his arms. He felt exhausted, finished, depressed. Blue didn’t let him in, blue didn’t want him.
Blue had always made space bearable for him. Blue reminded him of his mom, always making sure he was okay, physically and emotionally. It was weird. He felt so…so alone.
“It’s a fucking robot lion Lance. Get over it.” He muttered to himself, rubbing his temples. It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, it shouldn’t crush him, it shouldn’t make him panic, but it did. When he thought about it he couldn’t breath. He choked on air and he stuttered and the walls closed in.
He originally had hope that blue would take him back since Shiro had returned, but that’s all it was. Hope. She didn’t.
He should be happy. Shiro was back, the team was noticeably happier. Pidge was in a better mood, hell Keith was laughing. But he wasn’t happy. He was upset. He felt disgusted with himself for it too. All because of a stupid robotic lion.
He wanted nothing more than affection and comfort right now. Blue would always provide that. He stood up slowly and tossed his helmet on the bed. He stepped out of his room, glancing left and right, praying no one was there.
“Good, their asleep.” He whispered to himself. He quietly made his way down the pale lit hallway. “Which way…uh..ah, here.” He constantly forgot how to get to the balcony, the castle was so large, but he swore to himself he’d learn it. He opened the creme colored doors and stepped out. The door closed behind him.
He took a deep breath and exhales, leaning against the railing. Small sounds echoed through his ears, he tried to focus on them, to draw his mind away from his thoughts. It didn’t work. The reminded him of crickets. Which reminded him of earth. Which reminded him of water. Which was supposed to be HIS element. But it no longer was.
“Hey…it’s late why are you up? Are you alright?” Shiros voice rang through his mind. Lance jumped slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Shiro took a spot next to Lance.
“You didn’t.” He voiced, looking at the ground.
“You didn’t answer my question. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. But I want to be alone right now.”
“Please. Shiro, I understand you’re like space dad and everything but I don’t need your motivational talk. I came out here to be alone.” He whispered the last part.
“Alright…I’ll leave you be.” He took one last glance at the former blue paladin before quietly leaving.
Lance sighed. “Rude Lance, you could’ve said it nicer.” He shook his head before silence engulfed him again. Not five doboshes later the doors opened again. “Shiro please-”
“I’m not Shiro.” Keith spoke. “What’s wrong.”
“Lance, stop lying and telling people your fine. You talked to me a few quintants ago, so just tell me now ”
“Blue didn’t let me in. She doesn’t want me anymore.” He whispered, so quietly Keith almost didn’t catch it. “I feel so alone Keith. Shiros back and you all are happy, so I should be happy but I’m not. I’m disgusted that I’m not.” The young cubans voice began to shake and he covered his eyes with his hands.
Keith immediately pulled him in for a hug. “Lance, we’re all here for you. I’m here for you, you are not alone, don’t you ever think you are.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tanners lips. “Who knows, you might get blue back, I might get red back. Things might go back to how they were. If they don’t then they don’t. But you won’t be alone okay?”
Lance nodded and buried his head in Keiths neck.
things that should happen in future episodes of steven universe:
• steven being upset about something but not having to take it back because everything he said and is upset about is right.
• another bismuth episode, or possible redemption arc at least. possibly one where steven lets her out of the bubble and asks her for information that no one else will give him(the war, rose shattering a diamond, etc). as well as forgiving her for the thing about shattering gems, and apologizing for not talking with her instead of both of them jumping the gun in the first place.
• old color palettes. the colors now are becoming very bright, i do understand it’s a kids show and kids love bright colors but i liked the old palettes because they were softer and nicer to look at(my opinion).
• peridot having some of her old personality back. she seems more like an out of control toddler than a cluster controlling/head of a mission gem anymore. i feel as though she used to be smart, tactical, a bit snarky. i wish they’d kept that.
• lapis and peridot, their development. i want answers to questions. (When did they become friends? how did lapis learn to forgive her? how is lapis’ interaction with the other gems now? can she forgive them too?)
• lapis’ personality. i feel as though lapis has gone from kind of dismissive and a bit cold-shouldered to straight up unforgiving. she didn’t remember connie and kind of brushes off almost drowning her. that’s a bit concerning.
• a garnet episode. just more about her. her feelings about all of this. even perspectives from ruby and sapphire separately is welcome(also other things like why does she love being a fusion so much? what did she do during the war? how did she get along with pearl, rose, and amethyst when they all separately first met each other?).
• maybe a pearl episode like garnet’s listed above?
• how the people of beach city first reacted when the gems first went there. how the different generations felt about having others from another world inhabit it and help them.
• what happened when rose was first created? what do other rose quartz look like?
• a jasper redemption or at least fix her please? Somehow?
• what happened to the diamond in the lighthouse?
okay i think i’m done now. anything you wanna add put it in the replies i guess. i’m really looking forward to this show’s progression!
changed a few things, hope you like it anyway! Also this is a bit
longer than the others. I really hope you like this
please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be
some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes!
by Anon: reggie x reader x archie where reader is a jock and plays
basketball and soccer and volleyball and both archie and reggie like
her but she’s friends with betty so she chooses reggie and this makes
archie really upset but he soon realizes you are meant to be with
reggie. sorry, not enough reggie find out there!
Reggie Mantle x Reader x Archie Andrews
was a rivalry between Archie and Reggie but it never bothered me as
much as it does now. A few weeks ago it started to get worse for some
reason. Of course, I did ask Archie why but he never gave a proper
answer to you. I even tried to talk to Reggie about it but he as well
didn’t bother to answer the question.
I’m walking to my locker to get ready to walk home I see the two boys
verbally fight. Annoyed I roll my eyes and walk up to them. “I
don’t know what’s gotten your pants in a twist but it has to end now.
Do you realize how tiring it is when you two are constantly fighting?
So how about both of you just start to learn how to get along
instead?” My voice sounds harsher than it meant to be.
boys drop their heads and mumble ‘sorry’. “What were you fighting
about anyways? And this time it’d be great if I get an actual answer”
I say. This time I sound a lot nicer. Archie and Reggie look at each
other silently asking if they should tell the truth. “C'mon guys.
Spit it out”
um, we, um” Reggie stutters. He blushes while he scratches his neck
in embarrassment. Adorable,
I think as my heart skips a beat. “I have feelings for you”
the dark-haired boy confesses quietly. My mouth opens ready to say
something but nothing comes out. I look at Archie still trying to
process the sudden confession.
childhood friend clenches his jaw. His brown eyes are filled with
anger. “Not so long ago he didn’t even know you exist and
now he is all over you, wanting to be near you and touch you. And as
I know you, you won’t even realize that he’s playing you? Don’t you
see that you’re probably just a little game to him? Don’t you see
that he doesn’t care about you? Don’t you see that he will one day
hurt you? Don’t you see that I am so much better for you than he is?”
admit, his words hurt. He never talked to me like that. For a very
short moment my eyes find Reggie’s. “Don’t you dare talking to
me like that. Like I’m some sort of a stupid girl, like I’m a child.
I am perfectly capable of choosing the people I hang with. I don’t
need you or anybody else to tell me who I can spend my time with. And
for your record, right now the only person who’s hurting me is you,
Andrews” My voice waves and my eyes begin to water.
it’s best if you would choose then. Him or me?” Archie says.
“Are you seriously asking me to choose?” I ask in
disbelief. “Do you think the same as him?” My eyes wander
to Reggie, who’s standing uncomfortably next to Archie. “I think
he’s right, Y/N” he admits. “You two are unbelievable”
I point at them and turn around, ready to leave school since I don’t
want to be near them at the moment. Luckily not many people were in
the hallway so barely someone saw the discussion we just had.
I walk into Pop’s since the atmosphere of the diner always calms me
down. My eyes look around, searching for a familiar face. As I find
one I make my way to the booth. “Can I sit?” I ask the
blond girl. “Of course” Betty smiles.
seem upset. What happened?” Her blue eyes staring into mine.
Concern filling them. I sigh and grab her milkshake, taking a sip
from it. “Reggie and Archie. They both somehow like me and now I
have to choose. But how should I do it, Bets? Either way one of them
will get hurt and I lose one of them” I sigh again, not knowing
what I should do.
you have feelings for both?” she asks curiously. “No. Just
for Reggie” I mumble looking at my hands. “But I can’t lose
Archie. I can’t just throw our friendship away” My eyes begin to
burn but I try my hardest not to let tears fill them. Betty takes my
hand and looks me softly in the eyes. “Listen to your heart.
Archie has to understand that you can’t force yourself to have
feelings for him. I know it’s hard to break your best friend’s heart
but you have to think about yourself first this time, okay?” I
nod, whispering a 'thank you’.
talk about anything other than my issue until Kevin and Veronica turn
up. After a while I let my mind wander, not listening to the
think about the stupid situation with Archie and Reggie. Trying to
figure out how I will handle it I think about the first time Reggie
actually talked to me. I remember how surprised I was when he asked
me to hang out with him. I wanted to turn him down since I didn’t
like how he treats Jughead. But when I looked into his eyes I
couldn’t say 'no’. His eyes were full of hope and I decided to give
it a shot. He had the biggest and cutest smile on his face after I
agreed to hang out.
couple of days later we hang out more often. He made me laugh so many
times. We got close and slowly but surely I started to catch feelings
for him. I tried to push them away but Archie noticed that I acted
different. He got so mad when he found out that Reggie and I met up a
couple of times. I thought he has accepted that by now but apparently
tried to make up my mind for three days now and the fact that Archie
didn’t want to leave me alone didn’t help. I still don’t know how I’m
going to break it to Archie that I like Reggie and not him. But one
day I have to do it so I decided to go to his house and just say it.
As I breath nervously in I press the bell. Lucky as I am, Archie
opens the door. “Y/N, hey” he says surprised. “Hey,
um, can I come in?” I ask, playing with my hands. “Yeah, of
course” he lets me in and I follow him up to his room.
I-” I begin but get interrupted by Archie. “Before you tell
me what you want to, let me speak first. I’m sorry for what I said
the other day. I was just so angry and jealous and I didn’t mean
anything I said. I know this is no excuse but I really am sorry”
he says feeling guilty. “I admit your words really hurt me but I
forgive you, Arch” I smiled slightly. A sigh of relief leaves
what I’ll tell you now won’t be easy and I’m sorry if I hurt you. I
really like Reggie and I wish I could have feelings for you so I
don’t have to hurt you by telling this but I
can’t change the way my heart feels, Archie” I say sadly. “I
always knew you like him. I was just so selfish to accept it and
wanted you for my own” he whispers, sounding heartbroken. His
eyes are glued on the floor. “I’m really sorry” Tears start
to form in my eyes. My heart aches seeing my friend like this. It
aches even more knowing that I am the reason for his pain.
he make you happy?” he asks quietly. His brown eyes finally
looking up, right into mine. “The happiest I’ve been in a long
time” I say. A smile that I can’t fight forms in my face as I
think about all the times Reggie made me laugh. Archie swallows, my
answer clearly hurting him. “I’m sorry” I apologize again.
My heart still feeling heavy. “It’s alright” For a few
minutes none of us say a word. The silence is thick and kind of
you think it will ever be the same as it was before?” the
red-headed boy asks, hope filling his voice. “Hopefully. I don’t
want to lose you. You’re my best friend. What would I do without
you?” I say, putting my head on his shoulder. “Your life
would be so boring” he laughs lightly. “You’re probably
right” I giggle. “How did Reggie react?” Archie asks,
looking into my eyes.
I forgot to tell him” My eyes widen in shock. I quickly take my
phone and send him a text to tell him that he should meet me at my
house in 20 minutes. “I gotta go. Hope it’s not too late though”
I laugh nervously. “Bye” I say as I walk out of his room.
“Go get him, girl” he yells.
heart clenches as I realize Reggie wasn’t at my house. Sighing I
look around, searching for the tall boy. A smile forms on my face when
I see him walking up to me. “Hey” I greet him shyly. “Hey”
he says back, a nervous smile on his face. “Want to go inside?”
I ask, already unlocking the door. He nods and follows me inside the
house. We enter the living room and sit down on the couch.
of us say a word, not knowing what to say. “You know, if you want
to reject me just say it” he mumbles. Surprised I look at him. I’ve
never seen him like this.
He is more timid than usual. “Reggie, I don’t know what you’re
talking about. Didn’t you notice that I really like you?” I softly
say and smile at him. “What about Archie?” he asks. “Don’t
worry about him. He will be alright”
have no idea how happy I am right now” A huge smile on his face.
There he is. The confident
I think happily. “Now we can go on a proper date” he grins,
taking my hand in his bigger one. “It better be the best date I
ever had” I joke, winking at him. “It will the best on this
entire planet” he laughs, kissing my temple. My heart flutters at
this cute gesture and if it’s even possible my smile gets even bigger.
I made definitively the right choice to listen to my heart.
Notes: More filthy, raunchy, dirty smut for y’all. I’m going to have to cleanse myself by the end of this week. Hope you enjoy! Ok but isn’t it sad that my longest imagines are always smut because I can’t do smut without a plot I hate myself.
Mentions: Patrik Laine
Warnings: Smutty, smut
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Up Next: Connor McDavid
“Are you seriously fucking sexting Laine right now?”
There was the winter I got worse and worse
and then the spring I tried to get better.
That was the spring I opened my mouth for the first time,
made everything one step more real.
And it’s funny, because
nothing really changed after I told my secret.
The transcendent revelation,
the miraculous healing,
everything I’d imagined-
none of that ever happened.
But I had still taken that step,
I had still proved that I could.
That was the spring I decided to cut my hair,
finally change something in the rigid routine I had built up.
And it’s funny, because
nothing really changed after I chopped off my hair.
It wasn’t like I was chopping off the symptoms,
the controlling fear,
the feeling like you’re trapped.
But now my head is lighter,
I think I look nicer,
and I’ve still proven I can change things.
This is not the spring everything is better,
but it is the spring I am deciding to try.