Okay so there’s been a lot of bickering within the got7 fandom over what JB said during his celebrity bromance with Youngjae. Firstly, I’m disappointed in JB but I’m more dissapointed in people defending his actions. It wasn’t just one mistranslation, it was literally throughout the entire video. This is gonna be long but I took screenshots and I’m going to break it down for people who still can’t see why what he said was wrong.
But before that I just want to say this does not mean I think we should be sending him hate. In fact, we should be educating him on why what he said isn’t okay and a simple apology isn’t the end of the world. Idols aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and have flaws. JB’s homophobia is one of them. There’s nothing wrong with correcting ignorant behavior, but ignoring it just means it can happen again. Alright, I will now go in depth about the screenshots I took.
"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.
Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!
Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.
“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.
“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’.
“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.
“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.
“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia”my voice drips with sarcasm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.
“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”
“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.
“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.”
“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.
“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.
I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.
I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back.
“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.
“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me.
“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.
“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off.
“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”
“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.
“How do I make it up to you?”
“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.
“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.
“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.
“Love you too.”
“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.
Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx
I had a request for no-hale-fire werewolf!derek/human!stiles fic recs. I may have went off the reservation a bit with witch/spark Stiles. :) The other high school fics are here and the werewolf reveal fics which kinda line up with teenage werewolf!derek are here
All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.
Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.
“I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing.
“Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”
He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.
He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
summary: After getting your heartbroken by your ex, Liam, two months ago. You’re still trying to move on.
pairing(s): brett talbot x fem!reader
warning(s): heartbroken!reader, cute!brett
a/n: another reuploaded imagine, hope y’all enjoy though!
I huffed, glaring daggers at the smiling couple down the hall from me. My glare changed to a small whimper after Liam kissed Hayden. I turned away from the sight, and went back to gathering my books from my locker. I jumped in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be my best friend, Lydia Martin.
“Y/N,” Lydia sent me a sad smile, “It’s been two months, doll.”
“I know,” I snapped at her, “You think I want to feel like this? You think I like waking up, and feeling like I’m never good enough? You think I like still being stuck on his dumb-ass? I don’t, Lydia, and I’m sorry if me being heartbroken is kinda an inconvenience for you.”
A look of hurt flashed across her face, and I sighed, feeling guilty. I know Lydia didn’t mean harm, but I really couldn’t help it. I felt eyes on my back, and I peeked over my shoulder to realize it was the pack. After the breakup between Liam and me, I stopped talking to the pack. It was really awkward whenever I was around, along with Liam and Hayden so I choose to exclude myself from the little group. I only talked to Lydia now, as she’s been my best friend since we were 5, and we live right next to each other.
“I’m sorry, Lydia,” I told the strawberry blonde gently, “I know you don’t mean harm, but it’s hard.”
“I had no right to say that,” She replied, “I know what you’re going through, I mean I went through it when Jackson left. I’m really sorry, Y/N. Best Friends?”
“Best friends,” I laughed, hooking my pinky with hers. I closed my locker, and we began making our way to our first class.
“Soo, are you ready for the Devenford Prep vs Beacon Hills game tonight?” asked Lydia, with a sly smirk.
“I am,” I chuckled, “It should be an interesting game.”
“Mhmm, what about seeing your loverboy?” She teased me, and I rolled my eyes but a blush crept upon my cheeks.
“You know how I feel, but Brett is just a friend,” I told the smirking strawberry-blonde as we found our seats. She sat in front of me as usual. She just sent me a smirk before class began.
“Y/N!” I heard Lydia call my name, as I made my way over to the lacrosse field, where Devenford Prep players were practicing.
“Hey, Lyds,” I greeted my best friend, taking the empty seat next to her. I bit the urge to roll my eyes as the pack sat behind us, “Don’t start.”
“What?” She asked in ‘fake shock’, and I gave her a look, “All I was going to say was you were looking quite cozy with Mr. Talbot.”
“He’s a friend, Lydia,” I huffed, shaking my head at her bright grin. I turned my attention back to the field, where Brett was now looking straight over at us, shirtless and with his lacrosse stick on his shoulders, behind his head.
“Doesn’t seem like it,” She hummed, “Ooh, he’s making his way over here.”
“Hey Y/N,” The green-eyed boy said, with a smirk on his face, “Lydia.”
“Hey, Brett. You ready for the game tonight?” I smiled, at the handsome boy in front of me.
“Of course I am. You’re coming right? I need my cheerleader,” He winked at me, as Lydia let out a little squeal that I barely heard, “How about a date afterwards also?
“TALBOT!” Bretts’ coached screamed at him, “GET BACK TO PRACTICE. YOU CAN TALK TO YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND LATER!”
Brett left, giving me a wink and I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks, and the huge smile that broke out on my face.
“Sure you guys are just friends?” Lydia teased, raising an eyebrow. I bit my lip, looking back and forth between her and Brett. I knew that the best way to get over Liam, would to try and forget him.
“HEY, BRETT!” I yelled to the blonde haired boy, who stopped and faced me with a raised eyebrow, “HOW ABOUT THIS, YOU WIN TONIGHT AND I’LL LET YOU TAKE ME ON THAT DATE.”
“YOU’RE ON!” He screamed back, before jogging back to the rest of his teammates.
“I hope we aren’t,” I answered Lydias’ question from earlier. I laughed as Lydia threw her arms around me.
“I’m so happy for you, doll,” She told me quietly, and I sent her a smile.
“I feel happy,” I bit my lip as I looked out on the field.
“Well, let’s go get you ready,” giggled Lydia, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me off to her car. With her dragging me, I ended up tripping on my own feet and fell to my butt, blushing when I realized Brett was staring with a goofy smile.
“Isn’t this too much?” I asked Lydia as she applied another layer of Power Driven (Dark Red) on my lips.
“Never,” She smiled, finally closing the lipstick and stepping back.
I was dressed in a casual black dress, with stockings underneath and my black ankle boots, topped with a crimson red cardigan. My hair was put away in a messy braided bun, and I had a smokey eye look.
“Let’s go,” I chuckled, and yet again I was dragged to her car
/ Lacrosse Field /
Arriving at the field, we quickly took our seats. The game started no later than 5 minutes after.
Brett quickly took possession of the ball, and scored a shot. I bit my lip, as Lydia nudged me with a huge smile on her face.
“Is it bad that I want them to win?” I asked Lydia as Brett scored another shot. He sent me a wink as soon as I met his gaze.
“No,” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with a warm smile, “you’re finally allowing yourself to move on.“
/ After Game /
Devenford Prep won the game with 10-8. I decided to wait around so Brett could shower or whatever, and Lydia was with me as the pack stumbled over. When I seen Liam with his arm around Hayden, I strangely didn’t feel any hostility like usual. Jackson wrapped an arm around Lydia, kissing her forehead. I smiled at the PDA, they were adorable.
“I think you owe someone a date, Y/N,” Lydia sang teasingly, motioning her head to behind me, where Brett stood. He was cleaned up, and rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.
“You are right,” I gave her a quick hug, before making my way over to Brett, “Congratulations, Brett.”
“Thanks,” He continued rubbing the back of his head, “So, about that date..”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, catching a surprised look spread across his face, “What? Did you think I was lying about the date?”
“No - no. Let’s go,” Brett held out his hand, and I gladly took it, lacing my fingers with his.
In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.
“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.
Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.
You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”
“Are we really keeping this random baby?”
“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”
“Then we can name him…Henry.”
You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”
“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”
You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”
“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.
“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.
“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.
“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”
Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.
Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.
“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.
“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.
“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.
“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.
“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.
“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.
“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.
“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”
“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.
Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”
You smile wider. “Sure.”
“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”
“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.
“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”
You look over at Derek and smile.
“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.
"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.
“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.
“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.
“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.
“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.
Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”
Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.
“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”
“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.
You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.
It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.
“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.
Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”
“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.
You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.
You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.
“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”
“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.
“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.
You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.
“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.
You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.
“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”
Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.
Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.
“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.
“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.
“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.
You smack his arm and laugh.
“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.
“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.
“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”
“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia on my family tree.”
“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.
Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.
“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”
“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.
“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.
“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”
“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.
“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.
The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”
Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.
“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”
Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.
You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.
“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”
You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.
Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.
Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.
“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.
“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.
“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”
Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”
“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”
“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”
“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.
“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”
You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.
Candy and Grenda go back to Grenda’s
place after seeing Mabel off. They’d planned a sleepover in advance,
knowing that they’d need several hours of cuddling, cookie dough and
playing dress up with Grenda’s lizard to ease the sting of saying
goodbye. Candy sits up on Grenda’s shoulders, because they need
Grendy to help themselves feel big and tough right now, and Grenda
makes howling and roaring sounds for all she’s worth, but it’s still
a sad day.
They pass Pacifica sitting out on the
curb. She looks like she might be waiting for someone. Actually, by
the way she’s sitting with her face in her hands, she looks like she
might have been waiting for a while. Candy glances down at Grenda,
and a look passes between them. Should they ask if something’s wrong?
Somehow even after living through the end of the world, after seeing
all social order turned upside down, it would still feel weird to go
up to the most popular girl in school (the same girl who’s cut them
up with cruel words more times than they can count) and ask if she’s
Mabel would have done it. But Mabel
isn’t there, and Candy and Grenda both badly want to get home to the
blanket nest and stack of videos they know is waiting for them, so
they walk on and leave Pacifica alone.
2013. The end of summer.
Pacifica isn’t exactly friends
with Candy and Grenda. No, no, she’d never call them that. But, you
know. Hanging out with them makes her look good by comparison.
Summary: Directly after the events of CA:TWS, Bucky meets a girl with extraordinary abilities and together they may have a chance to recover from their troubled pasts.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2369 Warnings: Mild language (like, really mild, barely worth mentioning type mild) A/N: Okay so this part is a bit longer than I intended but I couldn’t help myself because I’ve kinda missed this series, I hope you guys like it! Reader’s thoughts are italicized.
WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 15 Full Translation.
Karakura Town - Sakurabashi park.
This park constructed on the hills overlooking the railway track was Inoue Orihime’s favourite place. Even though it is only a small park with a few dozen or so trees and couple of benches, every bench is placed in front of a great view and there is no disappointment wherever you sit. Amongst those, Orihime particularly liked the bench facing opposite the railway track, she loved watching the trains and the town from there.
Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji were currently sitting side by side on that very bench. The time was around 10 p.m. and the small night view of Karakura Town was spread out below them. Because Renji was not as familiar with the Human World as much as Rukia was, every time a train would pass by he would curiously follow it with his eyes.
Can you do headcanons for how the rev set (plus Aaron) propose to you?
you bet ! i love proposals soooo,, let me know if this is what you wanted!
i’m sorry i took so long answering this one,, i was thinking about it and answering other stuff!
alex does it in a very,,, wordy way
it’s just in his nature to have a lot to say,, so the way he conveys his feelings,, may or may not be a couple pages??
if you wrote it on paper
so after he finally gets the ring, he takes you to the park,,
his reason being, he loved the way you could actually see some stars at night,,
and the fact that the sunset looked beautiful from there
and while you’re just talking as the sun sets
about anything and everything really;; the way the park looks, about his newest projects, how you feel about kids and puppies
he suddenly says, “i wanna marry you,”
he does it in the coolest way possible,, but as soon as he pulls out the ring,, he loses any cool he has
“i just think you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen; your eyes light up the night, your smile is brighter than the sun, you have the cutest mannerisms and i just,, i really love you. i love the way you talk, the way you smell, the way you walk,, and most of all, i’d love to see the way you walked down the aisle in a wedding dress, walking to me and,,,”
you have to stop him by saying yes and kissing him,
lord knows he would’ve kept going..
john’s idea of a perfect proposal was at the carnival
although he’s been fumbling with the box all day in his pocket,, he’s glad to see you were so happy to be at the carnival
which only came around every once in a while
his nerves sort of dissipate once you get to the ride that he wants to ask you on
he’s kinda scared of heights,, and since it’s a ferris wheel,, well,,, you know
once you’re on there, he grips your hand and just lets you lean against his shoulder as the cart goes up
he’s actually kinda freaking out, but once he feels you grip his had a little,, he’s okay
for just a moment,, as customary, the ferris wheel stops and you can see the rest of the area
he of course brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder
“you know,,” he comments after a small moment of silence, “as beautiful as this is,, you’re definitely the beautiful-est thing i’ve ever seen,,”
when he says it, he’s looking down,, so your eyes follow and you see him staring at a diamond engagement ring
he’s smiling so big as he asks you if you’d marry him,, and once you say yes through your tears,, he gets so bubbly
like, he’s actually bouncing in his seat and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt
he’s also peppering your face and head with kisses so much that you don’t even notice the ferris wheel moving again
once you get off,, he just lifts you off the ground in the biggest hug he can manage,,,
he’s adorable,, and so so happy
hercules mulligan chooses to not propose with a ring,, but a dress
he spends a few weeks making this white dress
of which you can’t see until he’s close to finishing because reasons
when he finally lets you into see it, he asks your opinions on it,,
“i mean, i’d wear it,, but it is a wedding dress,,”
he then nods and smiles extremely widely, “i know. that’s why i’m asking.”
his hope that you catch on is soon replaced with joy because you caught on
the stare you’re giving him is something he really wishes he could get on camera
it’s goddamn priceless
you then ask if this is what you think it is,, and he nods
you whispered yes and he just immediately went for it
he gripped your hips and pulled you as close as possible,,
his kiss took every bit of your breath away,, and you had to remind yourself to breathe because damn
then he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom,,
the entire time he’s laughing and smiling
that adorable gap is being shown off proudly by the big man
he really couldn’t believe you let him propose with a dress but
you did and my god he’s grateful
laf decides to take it traditionally
which of course means taking you back to,, you guessed it,, france
he didn’t want to do it in paris,, “too cliché” as he dubbed it,,
so he took you to the house he inherited from his family out in the country
the sight was beautiful,, with all the rolling hills and such
and he waits a few days,, taking you out about town and showing you all the nice things in france
and then,, while you’re standing in the town square,, he drops down to one knee,,
when he pulls out the ring,, he doesn’t speak for a minute,,
he’s literally in tears and he doesn’t know why?? but
when you start crying too,, he feels validated in a sense
at least he doesn’t look like a baby
so he says all of these things in french,,
half of which you understand and half of which you don’t,,
then asks, “will you be mine for eternity?”
you only nod because words are difficult right now
then he slips the ring on your finger and pulls you in for a,, well,, deep kiss
it’s so passionate and loving,, my god it almost hurts
everyone that witnessed it starts clapping,,
then laf is laughing
and you’re laughing,,
and people are congratulating you two
you tell laf,, basically, that as thankful as you were for being able to be engaged,,
you hate crowds
he only kisses you and takes you back home,, all the while the two of you are smiling softly and constantly sharing soft kisses
aaron actually,, well,, he tried
he got dressed up,, real fancy
even had the ring tucked in his pocket
took you to a nice restaurant and made sure everything went right
but then,, he got,,
he got nervous,,
he thought you would reject him and walk out
or maybe you would tell him that the relationship wasn’t working anymore
or maybe you would just throw your food in his face
the possible outcomes were endless
so he just stuck the nice meal, paid for dinner,, and you went home
later that night, though,, he finally mustered up the courage
it was when you were lying in bed
the television was on, playing some show aaron couldn’t focus on because his heart was racing and his fingers were brushing over the velvet of the ring box underneath the covers
you were on his chest,, a smile on your face and your fingers tracing mindless patterns across his ribs
clearing his throat, he drug the ring box up his side,,
it was kind of a shock to his system,, letting him know that this was real, and it was happening
with everything he had in him, he whispered, “will you marry me?”
he literally could not get anything else out
the poor guy was so nervous he was practically shaking as he displayed the ring
he almost forgot to open the ring box
his eyes were scanning your face, searching for any reaction because,, my god,, he was terrified
you rose up and looked at the ring, then back at aaron, and whispered, “yes,”
you knew he was nervous
that’s why he didn’t give you a monologue
and that’s why he could only smile when he started slipping the ring out of the box
he dropped it because he was shaking so bad,, which emitted a giggle from you
once he slipped it on your finger, he started crying
fear had gripped his heart that much
“oh my god,” and then “beat that alexander”
you were laughing hysterically at that point, burying your face in his chest and sniffling because you too were crying
Brief Summary: Coulson tries to hook up his close friend with Steve Rogers just so he can fanboy
Warnings: fluff, lots and lots of cute fluff and Coulson being cute
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female!Reader
You were a lower agent, mostly just doing paperwork for Fury, but you always did seem his favorite. He enjoyed you not sassing him back about what he did, but you would discuss with him what you would have done. You had to be the less sassiest person in SHIELD, and sometimes it wasn’t fun.Well while Steve Rogers, Captain America, was under your and Agent Coulson care, you both took turns looking after him. You both were pretty big fans, and well you developed a small crush on him. But you knew your chances of being with the Captain America didn’t exist.That was until Loki.
When Loki decided he wanted Earth, Coulson brought you in on the case against Fury wishes. Fury didn’t want to see you get hurt. Besides the Avengers needed someone strong like you to get them through it. Plus you were kinda like their caretaker, someone had to make sure everything was okay after all.Steve was standing in the control room just looking around as Coulson joined him, without saying a word at first. But soon they talked about his training cards, but slowly like every time the topic drifted to you.
“You know (Name) has really pretty eyes, like the way her (E/C) eyes sparkle is amazing,” Coulson said trying to drag Steve into the topic again.
“She does.” Steve couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had started developing a major crush on you, but with 70 years on the ice, he didn’t think he would act on it. Besides he was way too old for you, and with all the other SHIELD agents clearly taking a liking to you. Well, he still saw himself as the little kid from Brooklyn when he saw you.
“And the way her hair frames her face, the way she smiles, she’s-” Coulson talked trying so hard to get Steve interested in you. He knew you two would be so cute together, plus then he could get everything signed. But really Coulson wanted you to find someone to be happy with, ever since you took this job he tried to make sure you were happy. He was like you father figure, and it always made everything easier.
“Beautiful, She’s truly beautiful.” Steve smiles warmly, looking down, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was really admitting it, but everyone knew you were beautiful. Even though you just thought you were average, clearly nothing compared to Natasha.
“Who’s beautiful?” You asked walking in the room only hearing the last part. You didn’t think for one second that they’d be talking about you. Why would they ever talk about you? Besides Coulson slight teasing about how Steve can’t take his eyes off you, you never really believed he would think of you as more than a friend.Steve’s face went beat red as he tried to find the words to say, but they escaped him. There was no way he had a chance with you. He was just a kid from Brooklyn. You were this strong, independent women won’t didn’t need someone who didn’t even know how to work a toaster. Coulson smirked seeing this and easily covered.
“The ship, she’s a thing of beauty right? Nothing else like her.” He shot a soft wink to you, unnoticed by Steve.
“Oh yeah, she’s pretty.” You chuckled softly, your eyes lingering on Steve’s face a little long than they should of. But you quickly glanced away when his eyes met yours. You had things to do, not involving fantasizing about Steve’s gorgeous blue eyes or his amazing personality.
You quickly walked over to agent hill, thankful your job didn’t require you to wear heels, especially on this ship. “Agent Hill, I have some papers you need to sign.” You two talked for a while though.
Coulson lightly elbowed Steve, “You should tell her. She’s single you know. I can tell you like her.” He smirks lightly, he wanted this to happen for both of you guys.
“Oh no, Coulson, she doesn’t fancy me. We barely even talk, plus I’m sure she’d rather have someone like Tony.” Steve spoke, in a whisper, so you wouldn’t hear them.
“Tony?” Coulson huffed, “She rather despises that man. But maybe she likes you, maybe she doesn’t. Just ask her out, it might get you in good with Fury.” Coulson knew Steve didn’t care about getting in good with Fury, but he really wanted you two together.
“Fine, but when she says no can you please tell her you made me do it? I don’t want it to be awkward.” Steve sighed, quickly leaving the control room. He had to figure out how in the world he was going to ask you.Coulson just smirked and stood there, when you came back up to him and sighed.
“Man this ship is huge, think Fury will let me ride around on a Segway?” you chuckled quietly to yourself, for a SHIELD agent you sure were lighthearted. Especially around Coulson, you two would talk for hours giggling like school children.A smirk just formed on Coulson’s lips before playfully nudging you.
“Maybe if you ask really REALLY nicely, Tony might build you a jet pack.” Your face scrunched up at the mention of Tony Stark, he was only cool when you two were alone. Other than that he acted like a jackass and a womanizer. Hell, you had told Pepper on him a few times just to watch him get into trouble. Everyone could see you two hated each other, yet alone you guys were pretty close. He even knew about your crush on Steve, well in your defense you only told him cause you were drunk. But that didn’t matter now you were subjected to every lasting teasing.
“I don’t think I would trust any of Tony’s inventions, he’d do something to it to embarrass me.” You chuckled quietly loudly, earning a glare from Agent Hill as you blushed. Coulson smirks devilishly before you light smacked his chest with the file.
“Hey don’t hit me, I’m getting you in good with Rogers.” He whispered watching your cheeks go bright red. You stared at him in disbelief before shaking your head quickly.
“Please leave that alone, he doesn’t like me alright? Tony is already having a field day with it.” You huffed slightly before you got paged. Before Coulson could say a word you walked away with a smile. Great, you were needed in the lab, what did Tony do this time.
Easily find your way to the lab you looking around a bit confused, Tony and Bruce were gone. That wasn’t normal, not at all. Why were you needed in the lab if no one was there? You walked over towards Tony’s desk looking for a clue when you saw a small sticky note with your name on it.
Picking it up you quickly read it out loud to yourself;
(Name), Meet me on the landing strip tonight. Don’t ask questions, I just need some clarification on a few things. Nothing bad, promise. Oh, don’t listen to Tony’s lies either.-Steve
You swallowed nervously, why did Steve want to talk to you up there alone? You shook your head, it was probably about this Loki situation and Steve didn’t want to be made fun of for not understanding something. Quickly you exited the lab before Tony or Bruce returned. Coulson had found you easily he always knew where you’d like to go to be alone. Including that small all windowed room on the backside of the ship.
“Hey, you.” He said leaning in the door away before walking over. You quickly explained the note, because honestly there was no hiding anything from him. He squealed with joy before quickly heading off to your room with him.“You have to get the right outfit!” He huffed and you just shook your head staring at him. You had never seen him this excited.
“You need something Steve will love!” Then it clicked in your head, the note, Steve blushing, Coulson’s weird behavior.
“You didn’t..” You whispered realizing he must have put Steve up to this. How could he do that to you?
“(Name) don’t be silly. Just get ready.” He hummed looking through your closet. He picked out a beautiful pale yellow sundress. “This will be perfect.”
“Coulson I hardly dress like that, Tony will have a field day..” You huffed but took the dress and went into the bathroom to change anyway. You always trusted Coulson and you hoped he knew what he was doing.Soon you were dressed and your hair was all dolled up, but you avoided makeup. It wasn’t like you and you didn’t wanna set Steve off. Coulson nearly dragged you up the stairs before pushing you out the door.
You huffed and smoothed out your dress with your hands nervously. That was until you saw Steve’s figure. Walking over slowly you see he’s dressed nicely as well, not in his normal plaid and jeans.Secretly you knew Coulson had something to do with this as well. “Hey, Steve. Uh- you wanted to see me?” The first thing you see is Steve’s brilliant blue eyes and that shy smile on his lips. His hand awkward hands shove a small flower in front of your face.
“This- this is for you.” He cleared his throat and smiled.
“Awh thanks, Steve, that’s sweet of you.” You hum softly, taking the flower and twirling it under your nose to smell it. There was a long awkward pause before Steve shifted, the soft meat clanking beneath his feet.
“You look really nice.” His voice is soft and you almost didn’t hear him. Glancing up at him, a soft blush comes to your cheeks.
“Thanks, Steve. You do as well.” You smile warmly, hoping to get rid of his awkwardness. But you understood why he was awkward. He’s been frozen 70 years and doesn’t know how to act around women (he possibly likes). He smiles back before nodding to himself.
“Yup.. ima do it.” He mumbles before you look up at him confused.
“What are you-“
you started before his soft lips cut you off. Your eyes went wide as you stumbled backward.He grabbed you before you could fall, his cheeks instantly going red. Thinking he read everything wrong,
"I’m so sorry. I- I’ll go.” Once you were stable on your feet again he let go and quickly walked back down into the ship.You stood there confused for a moment.
“Wait Steve likes me. Like likes me.” You mumble to yourself before running after him without a second thought.He was just about to pass by Tony’s lab when you caught up with him. “Steve wait please!” Your words make him stop and look at you shyly. Before you could even process it, you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him just as softly as he had kissed you. He was surprised but wrapped his arms around your waist.The kiss was sweet and innocent, no tongue, not very open either. But enough to make your heart skip a beat. When you two finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours softly.
“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You smile and open your mouth to respond as you hear slow clapping. You wince slightly looking over to see you two were standing in front of the lab’s glass doors.
“Well well well (Name), Steve, it’s and out time.” Tony chuckles before looking over to Bruce. “You owe me five.” You roll your eyes at Tony before looking back to a blushing, smiling Steve.
“Hey, you wanna get out of here or something?” You speak with charm and a grin.Steve looks confused for a moment before slowly realizing what you meant.
“Yes, I would like that very much.” He smiles and takes your hand heading off down the hall.
“What are we, Steve?” You whisper slightly, looking up at him. You knew he was old fashion and you hoped this meant you two were dating but you weren’t sure.
“Why (Name), we’re going steady. That was the point of kissing you, I couldn’t find any words.” He smiles sheepishly down at you before squeezing your hand lovingly.
“You can lose your words any time around me.” You giggle and watch him nod. Walking down the hall you hear footsteps behind you.Coulson’s hands on your shoulder and Steve’s.
“Now that I got you two happily together,” he turned to Steve holding out a pen and a Captain America poster.“Will you sign my poster?”
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Prompt: After a supply run goes wrong and you witness your close friend (Zach) get killed by walkers you try to get some alone time away from everyone at the prison. However, it isn’t long before Daryl stumbles upon you and decides to try his hand at comforting you.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a gruesome death, spoilers if you haven’t gotten to the episode yet, (Y/N) smokes cigarettes in this
A/N: I feel like I started this imagine really strong and then it kinda went down hill at the end but I hope you guys still like it!!
You kept replaying the image of Zach with the walker’s teeth sunk into his neck over and over again. The visual feeling so real that you could practically hear his screams ringing in your ears.
Two hours. It had been two hours since you had seen your best friend’s life be taken away, just adding to the list of casualties you had witnessed ever since the world turned to shit an unknown number of months ago.
The moment the car had come to a stop back in the jail yard after the incident you decided some alone time was needed. That decision was what had landed you where you were sitting now, your back pressed up against the cold wall in one of the prison’s many mysterious corridors.
You weren’t 100% sure where this particular hallway led, all you knew was that it was people, both of the living and non-living status, free.
You let yourself sink into your body, your head falling back and resting on the wall as your eyes closed, the image of Zach’s bloody body flashing onto your eyelids. Your eyes remained closed however.
Every time someone close to you died you went through the same few phases for getting over it and moving on. The first phase was reliving it and this was the phase you were in right now. For the next handful of days you would see the scene play out every time you closed your eyes, each time the image seeming slightly more faded until it would disappear completely.
Your eyes only shot open when you heard the sound of a foot scuff down the hallway. When you looked in the direction of the noise you saw a calm Daryl standing several feet away from you, his body leaned up against the same wall you were sitting against. You watched as he silently reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
His fingers fiddled with the top of the pack before reaching in and pulling out two long sticks, placing them both in between his lips before his hand returned back to his pocket, this time to pull out a lighter. We brought the flame up to both the cigarettes, there ends catching fire for a brief moment before subsiding into embers.
“Here.” he spoke in his normal gravely voice, removing one of the cigarettes from his lips and handing it down to you.
You took it in between your own fingers after only a moment of hesitation. You had never smoked before the apocalypse and you had never expected that while living in a walker infested world you would pick up on the bad habit. However you had.
You took a drag from the cigarette as Daryl slid his body down to the ground next to you, his own cigarette hanging from his lips loosely, looking like it could fall at any moment.
“You know cryin’ about it won’t help.” Daryl spoke, his tone relaxed even though his words were harsh.
“I’m not crying.” you stated firmly as you let your eyes close once again, the image of the incident reappearing once again causing your brow to furrow.
“Might as well be.” Daryl muttered, bringing his hand up to remove the cigarette from his mouth, a puff of smoke following it.
The two of you sat quietly for several moments, the two cigarettes slowly diminishing in size as time went on. You and Daryl hadn’t clicked like he had with everyone else who came from Woodbury. All your fellow townspeople had seen him almost immediately as their hero, thanking him every time he brought in food or came back from a supply run. You on the other hand had never thanked him.
It wasn’t because you were a selfish brat or believed that what he was doing was nothing to be impressed by, but rather you knew the type of person Daryl was. After all, your best friend before the apocalypse had been just like him.
He did what he had to do because he had to do it, not because he wanted praise or to be put up on this platform. Thanking him every time he brought back a deer did nothing for him, so why waste your breath.
“At least he’s out of this shit hole.” Daryl spoke suddenly, his voice breaking the silence that had fallen. You glanced at the man that sat next to you, his eyes locked straight forward at the barred window that was letting in dim outside light.
“Yeah.” you agreed, your gaze following his outside the dirty window. “I’m gonna miss him.” you added in a smaller voice.
Part of you wanted that sentence to remain a thought in your mind, however another part of you knew you needed to say it. That was your second phase after all, admitting that you were a human who has emotions and knowing that you’re allowed to state them on occasion, even though the world had taught you within the past couple of months that emotions meant weakness.
“We all miss people.” Daryl spoke in an equally small voice, as if he too meant to keep his thought silent. You glanced back at Daryl as the words escaped his mouth. As horrible as it might sound, you couldn’t imagine Daryl missing anyone.
“Who do you miss?” you asked after a few moments of admiring his face. You couldn’t help but let his features soak into your memory.
His eyes darted quickly from the window to you and then back as if the question caught him off guard. You saw his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed before releasing another puff of smoke into the corridor air.
“My brother.” he responded finally. You could see his muscles tense, his fist clenching at whatever memories he had of the man flooded back to him.
Without even thinking you let your hand move on to his white knuckles, your touch almost immediately causing his fists to relax. Your softness on his roughness caused a small tingle between your skin, however you didn’t move your hand away as the tingle grew. Rather, you relaxed your hand even more until most of your forearm was resting on top of his.
You saw him glance down at your hand and you expected him to lurch his arm away. However, he didn’t. Instead he let his fist unroll and turn over so your palms were resting in one another.
As silence fell back over the corridor you let your head nuzzle carefully on his shoulder. Your body calming at his touch. Smoke escaping both your mouths at the same time. Your eyes closing once again, this time with no visuals of Zach.
“Hey (Y/N).” A voice called as the door to the bakery chimed.
When you turned to see who it was you smiled slightly to see Stiles and a long
list that he’d no doubt been sent to order.
“I know what you all eat you could have just called.” You
chuckled while prepping the groups usual order and handed it over to Stiles.
“You wouldn’t get to see my charming face, see you at
school.” Stiles winked playfully and attempted to wave at you without dropping
his armful of baked goods.
“See you tomorrow Stiles.” You replied as your mother
hurried out to the back and shook her head as he managed to balance everything
to the car. “I would offer help but he just refuses.” You said quickly before
your mother could ask.
“Well I think that’s it for the day… go finish up your
homework and I’ll get on top of tomorrows prep.” She smiled at you and ruffled
your hair a little before shooing you up the stairs that led to the small two
bed apartment you both shared.
To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement. You’d
chosen to take up Allison and Lydia’s offers to sit with them for lunch,
however, this led to you being squished between Jackson and Isaac. It wasn’t
that you didn’t like them, they had been your friends for a while now, it was
more the fact of the shouting competition they seemed to be having. Each more
desperate for you to hear what they had to say.
“I um… need the bathroom.” You muttered quickly. Lydia
rolled her eyes and followed you while Scott and Stiles took your absence as a
chance to turn on the two werewolves.
“What are you two doing?” Scott hissed at them.
“There attempting to flirt with (Y/N) … it’s what people do
to gain the attention of…” Stiles was cut off by Jackson chuckling and everyone
turned to glare at him.
“Stiles is right McCall were flirting with her and it sucks
to be Lahey.” With that he pushed off and headed over to the lacrosse pitch
where Danny was stood looking for him.
“Oh yeah and whys that?” Isaac snapped.
“Because I’ve got everything you don’t.” Jackson murmured.
Isaac went to leap at Jackson, only to have Scott’s hands twist into his shirt
and forcing him down with a rough shove to the chest.
“Guys you can’t start fighting over her, she doesn’t know
anything about us.” Scott sighed. Both Jackson and Isaac seemed to agree with
“Yeah plus she’s all cute and innocent, the typical American
sweetheart.” Stiles commented while shoving a huge mouthful of his lunch in his
“What’s that go to do with anything?” Jackson snapped.
“He has a point Jackson, you’d get really bored of her and
she’d never survive hanging out at Derek’s with Isaac.” Allison chipped in. she
grimaced when Stiles waved a hand, to prove that she’d agreed with him and as usual
he was right, and managed to splatter her with sauce in the process.
“Screw you guys.” Jackson snapped “Tell you what Layhey,
whoever she picks get her no fights or trying to steal her.” He shook out his
hand and Isaac readily accepted it before hurrying of the check on you.
“I have a really bad feeling about this.” Scott muttered as
he, Stiles and Alisson watched what would soon be a full blown war begin.
“Hey (Y/N) I saved you a seat.” Isaac called across the classroom,
shoving Stiles from the seat beside him and pulling it out from under the high
“Thanks.” You said awkwardly, you frowned when you saw that
Stiles was the other side of the desk but he grumpily stalked away before you
could ask what happened.
Things had gotten awkward to say the least. Recently everyone
had been hanging around you, Jackson had even taken up your Mums offer to help
out at the bakery, Isaac on the other hand had been running deliveries for her.
On top of that they’d been unnervingly nice, carrying things that weren’t heavy
at all, helping finish homework and giving you lifts places.
“So you free tomorrow night?” Isaac asked with a friendly smile.
“Actually I was hoping to ask someone out but I’m really
kinda nervous about it.” You almost whispered. Isaac felt his heart skip a beat
and glanced over at Scott who had stopped listening to Stiles’ complaints and
was now focused on the pair in front of him.
“Well… just be yourself and ask, plus if they say no you
have some pretty awesome friends.” Isaac said quickly. You nodded and patted
his arm with a sweet smile before turning back to your school books.
“So you think she’s going to ask one of us?” Jackson asked
as he finished pulling his lacrosse shirt over his head and turned to Isaac.
The tall Beta nodded and followed Jackson out onto the field,
both werewolves picking up on your heart beat immediately and their eyes
trained the stands for you. Both boys smiled and waved when they found you among
the sea of spectators but you hadn’t even noticed they were there.
“She’s probably just nervous.” Isaac muttered to himself.
Jackson nodded and turned away from Isaac, deciding that he’d concentrate on
the game and see what happened, Isaac on the other hand was to wrapped up in
his thoughts to even notice the game and was acting purely on instinct as he
caught a ball.
Once the game was over you followed Lydia and Allison to the
field and congratulated the boys on winning, you had no idea why all your
friends seemed to be glancing nervously at each other.
“Are you guys ok?” You asked quickly. Stiles stepped up when
no one wanted to speak, pointing his lacrosse stick at you accusingly.
“You’re supposed to be asking someone out.” He grinned when
your cheeks flushed and you turned facing Isaac who grinned triumphantly at Jackson.
Or at least he did until you pushed past your friend to get to Greenburg.
“What!” Isaac and Jackson yelled simultaneously. Stiles and
Scott burst into laughter while Allison gave you an encouraging thumbs up.
“Didn’t you agree to be fine with whoever she chooses?”
Lydia asked with a smug smirk causing the pair of wolves to look from you to
“Greenburg.” Jackson muttered to her in disbelief.
“I let her to his arms, I could have had her as my
sweetheart and she’s with him.” Isaac mumbled sadly. You turned to the group
and grinned nodding to indicated Greenburg agreed to take you out and waved
“She was too sweet and adorable to be with a couple of
wolves like you.” Stiles said decisively as he slapped a hand on Isaac’s
Request: Hey 😊 if you have time, could you do a Anchor!reader x liam where they’ve always been best friends/had crushes on each other and so when he got turned she became his anchor? And maybe like the pack is struggling to stay in control during the full moon and Liam gets jealous when the reader tries to help calm another wolf because she’s meant to be his anchor? Thanks 😊
You loved Liam and not just the old I love you’s that you throw at all your friends as appreciation for putting up with you, you loved him like you’d jump in front of a bullet loved him and in some cases you kinda did. You met him when you were in therapy but it was only because you parents thought that it would be good for you to talk to someone, you know healthy. You thought it was a waste of time until you met Liam, then you started going just to see him. You guys became fast friends and then got closer when he started coming to Beacon Hills High. As for the jumping in front of a bullet comment, you would often put yourself between Liam and the person he was trying to hit hoping that would be enough to stop him from advancing and then you tried and in most cases successfully talked him down. When Liam got turned you immediately became his anchor, Scott and the others saw it in the lengths he went to protect you. He never told you and you never asked.
One night though a full moon had both Liam and Malia down on their knees, Liam claimed that he was okay and that he could handle it but you weren’t so sure, still you were the only one around for a while because Stiles and Scott were up to something, they left you and Lydia with the other two. “(Y/N) Malia’s not doing too well!” Lydia called. “Are you okay?” You asked looking at Liam who nodded, though there was sweat on his forehead and his fists were clenched. “You sure?” “Yeah.” He said through gritted teeth. “I’ll be right back.” You smiled before getting up to find Lydia pressing herself against the wall “Malia!” You called moving to stand between them. “Hey! Okay look I know this is hard and that you’re tired but you’ve only got a few hours and then it’s over okay?” Malia gave a harsh growl “Okay! I’m not Stiles and I know that I’m probably doing this wrong but I really need you to give me the benefit of the doubt here okay and I need you to help me out.” You hand slowly reaching out and touching her clawed fingers. Malia slowly turned back and you sighed. “Please don’t do that again.” “You did good.” Malia complimented a small smile on her face as she concentrated on staying human, you looked up to find Liam at the door you walked over but as you got closer he walked away, you knew he was angry but you didn’t know why you looked over at Lydia who sighed. “He didn’t tell you?” She asked and you frowned. “Tell me what?” You asked. “We told him to tell you, you’re his anchor,” Lydia informed you and you nodded in understanding everything that had just happened will have set him on edge so you needed to find him. You walked through the house until you found him in the garden, you were a little on edge as you walked out not sure what to expect. “Liam?” You asked slowly walking up to him. “What?” He asked his tone harsh. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. “I was scared.” He mumbled. “Of what?” You asked. “So I keep you human? Why is that scary?” “Because it’s so much more than that! I love and I can’t stand anything happening to you but you’re paired with the most volatile werewolf out there!” Liam argued and you sighed. You laced your fingers with his after prying them out of the fists that he was holding them in, you hated it when he did that, dug his claws into his palms. You rubbed soothing circles into his knuckles and finally spoke: “I love you too.” You mumbled. “What?” Liam asked. “I love you, not just that I lo-” he cut you off by leaning forward quickly and kissing you, you lifted your free hand to his cheek as his rested on your hip. “You alright?” “Better than ever!” Liam smiled pulling you close and keeping you there.
Stuff that’s not fic: If you’re looking for visual stuff (art and gifsets), you can find the above community on Tumblr at @spnlittlebro. @justhurtsam is… exactly what it says on the tin.
Some author recs:
Choosing fics is hard, because a lot of authors have tons of great stuff and I can’t choose just one to rec. I can point you in the direction of talented authors, though! I can guarantee that their writing is going to be Sam appreciative and Sam centric.
Note: Most of these authors post plenty of fics, ficlets, and episode tags to their Tumblrs that don’t get posted to AO3. Most of them post a mix of gen stuff and pairing stuff. I’m also definitely forgetting some great authors!
@themegalosaurus | (ao3) - Absolutely beautiful Sam-centric writing with a generous dose of brothers feels! (Make sure to check out her fantastic episode tags on Tumblr, too!) Be aware that some fic is Wincest or J2 RPF, with other pairings showing up occasionally.
@ameliacareful | (ao3) - Lovely hurt!Sam stuff and great portrayals of the characters.
@waterbird13 | (ao3) - Posts mostly on Tumblr and contributes so much lovely fic that is basically centered around Sam getting love and being happy.
@quickreaver | (ao3) - Lots of beautiful hurt!Sam fics, and quickreaver is also an insanely talented artist (if you’re looking for some visual hurt!Sam)! Can be slightly darker stuff. Some Winces and other pairings.
stillwaters01 on AO3 - Just in case you want very brothers-focused sweet agony and heartbreak with your H/C.
Let’s be real. Basically all the writers over at ohSam, too.
So much H/C you will die (in the best way).
No, really. I always indulge in thoughts of unrestrained H/C but I never seem to be able to write it. If relentless hurt (and delicious comfort) are your thing, these writers may make your day.
Marianna Morgan on FF.Net - Suuuuuper lovely and indulgent hurt!Sam and just really idealized happy brothers fic. If caring and protective!Dean is your thing, these are lovely!
skag trendy on FF.Net - I was trying to remember names from when I was prowling Fanfiction.Net, and I remember that this writer has just tons of hurt!Sam. You know those fics where the hurt doesn’t let up and it’s just this amazingly shameless pain-fest? Yes.
These writers are Sam fans who write some great stuff. Some of it is gen, some of it is explicit. If you prefer gen-fic, be aware. If you sometimes love your hurt with more intimate comfort, check these awesome people out!
@posingasme | (ao3)- Mostly Sastiel, mostly non-explicit. Beautiful and breathtaking and heartbreaking AUs that often have generous helpings of hurt!Sam and badass!Sam.
@rosworms | (ao3)- Sam/Benny and Sastiel and also Wincest + others. Sometimes explicit.
Often heavy on the comfort. <3
Always lovely. Mostly posted on Tumblr but some can be found on the Archive, too!
@kansaskissedlips (no ao3) - Wincest and Sastiel and basically everything you could ever imagine + more. I’ll bet you didn’t know you needed hurt!Soulless!Sam. But you do. Often quite explicit fics and ficlets with some gen thrown in!
And now onto the specific fics! My fic recs are below, as well as a list (with links) of fics people have recced to me! Cut for length, and also because I plan to add more as I think of them.
Feel free to submit me your recs (or self recs!), and I’ll credit you and add them to the list below!
A/N: Here’s the last part of the “I’ll Show You” series. Theo isn’t really there that much in this part but it still has a lot to do with both Y/N and Theo. I really hope you guys enjoyed this series and the ending. Thank you for all the love, I really appreciate it. PS. sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.
Run. I was in the woods again. The trees leaning over twisted distorted far more then anything else. The wailing sirens from the car pounding into my skull until it sounded like screaming, maybe that was me screaming. Run. Thickets scraped my knees and branches pulled at my clothes. My feet felt like led and my lungs burned but I still couldn’t stop. I didn’t dare turn around. Run faster. God dammit run faster! I was slowing down. No that wasn’t right I was still running at the same pace. But the world around me was speeding up. The siren whirling, the sky changing over and over night and day. All the voices getting closer now so morphed together it was like a hideous wave of collapsing voices begging to be heard. Run! God run Jonas you insufferable bastard can’t you run any fas- a branch caught my foot and fell.
The Walking Dead had been so much fun to work on, but you wanted to expand your acting profile, so had put in for the part of Belle in the live action Beauty and the Beast. You could fit in the schedule around your filming for the show and it was perfect. A couple of readings had been done alongside Dan who was playing Beast and you’d spent some time together outside of your run throughs as well.
Norman had noticed you spending more time away from set and felt a small pang of jealousy, although he was with someone. Unfortunately that someone did not like you one bit, and everyone was very aware of this. You’d been close to Norman since starting filming, and when he started this relationship, his new squeeze made sure to push you out first. As Norman didn’t seem to put up a fight about it, you felt he didn’t really care about you. It was upsetting, and this is what had inspired you to try something different and get away from the negativity.
It was the last day of filming on TWD set, and you were excited about taking a break from zombies and dressing up like a princess for once. You said goodbye to everyone, but Norman was nowhere to be seen. Heading out to your car, you see his bike parked up next to it, him leaning on it.
“Hey, just wanted to say good luck and all that,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
“Cheers Norman, erm, did you-”
“One sec,” he says, answering his ringing phone. “Hey babe, yeah just coming. No, she’s gone already, chill out.”
You stood there in shock as she must have asked about you and if he was with you. Charming!
“Okay, see you soon,” he finishes. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
“Oh, nothing, don’t worry. You’d better get home. Bye Norm,” you say flatly as you get into your car and speed off.
Dan had come to keep you company on your last few days to rehearse your lines and when you got back to the cabin you stayed at while in Georgia, he was sitting on the sofa watching telly. You walked in with small tears welling up in your eyes. He looked up to greet you and noticed the sad look on your face.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asks, getting up and walking round to hold you. You two seemed to have instantly clicked when you started working together, and you both had developed deep feelings over the short space of time.
“Nothing, in fine, just saying goodbye to everyone never gets any easier,” you smiled up at him through the tears. “I’m going to get a shower ready for our flight tomorrow.” Whilst washing your hair you let your emotions flow and cry it all out. You knew Norman didn’t feel anything for you now, so this was a new beginning.
The next day you fly out to your new filming location with Dan and settle into your hotel room. His is next door and at the end of each day you have dinner together to wind down. A few weeks in he takes you out to a very posh restaurant and you chat over dinner.
“So, spoken to any of your other cast mates recently?” He asks, making small talk.
“A couple, but most are spending time with family and partners,” you reply.
He laughs nervously and you look at him confused, “something funny Dan?” You ask playfully.
“No! No, I didn’t mean to- no! Erm, (Y/N), tell me if I’m overstepping a line here, but er, I like you. A lot,” he stutters.
“Oh. I see,” you whisper, looking shocked. “Well, I guess that’s pretty lucky because I like you too. A lot,” you smile.
“You do? Oh my god I was so nervous to say that. I didn’t want to ruin the professional side of things, but my goodness I’ve fallen for you so bad.” He rambles.
“I know, same! I’m so glad you said it before I did!” You laugh.
As his hand reaches out for tours across the table, you notice paparazzi outside taking photos. He looks around and catches them too.
“Come on, lets get out of here,” he says, leaving money on the table and leading you out. As you walk to his car, the photographers surround you, but you soon drive off back to the hotel. You get back to his room and spend the evening chatting until you both fall asleep on the sofa. You wake up to your phone buzzing like mad. Staring at the screen trying to focus your tired eyes you make out a screenshot of a gossip website. There’s a photo of you and Dan entering the hotel together holding hands with the headline ‘Dan Stevens and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in late night hotel hook up!’
“Oh my god,” you whisper, trying not to wake Dan sitting next to you. You run into the bathroom and go through your messages. One from your parents, a few from friends, and 5 from Norman. You opened his first and read them:
'really, so soon?’
'I didn’t mean it, sorry’
'call me (Y/N), please’
'talk to me’
'I’m calling you tomorrow morning’
“Shit!” You say aloud. Why did he care anyway? What the hell was it to do with him? Whilst you’d been away Norman had felt like a piece of him was missing and when his girlfriend had showed him these pictures something inside of him snapped. It was almost time for you both to head back to Georgia, and he’d already decided on what he was going to do. Suddenly the phone in your hand started vibrating. 'Norm 🖤’ appears on the screen. You sit there for a second and try to calm yourself down.
“Hello?” You answer nervously, trying to keep your voice quiet.
“Hey. It’s so good to hear your voice. How you doing?” Norman asks.
“Yeah, good, and you?”
“Good, yeah. What’s up with the paps?”
“It’s nothing, we’re staying in the same hotel, that’s all. Mountain out of a mole hill kinda thing.”
“Nothing, doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does. Please tell me.”
Then you hear her voice in the background.
“Sorry, gotta go. Love you.” He whispers the last two words and hangs up.
“What the fuck?!” You shout at the phone.
“(Y/N)? You okay in there?” Dan knocks on the bathroom door, you open it and run out back to your room. This was so confusing, why didn’t Norman say something sooner? He knew how you felt him, and now all this with Dan. You only had a week left of filming with him then it was back to Georgia, and right now you just wanted to go back home to England.
The last week flew by and you’d mostly avoided Dan in between takes. You spoke on the last day about everything, and his next job was in Australia, so you decided to stay friends and chat when you can.
“I’ll never forget the time we spent together you know,” he said kissing your forehead.
“I won’t either. Thank you for everything,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him.
You flew back to Georgia and settled back into your cabin. You were in the shower when you heard a knock on the front door. You quickly got out, wrapped your hair in a towel, threw on your pyjamas and ran to answer it. Norman was standing there, sunglasses on, flowers in hand.
“Thought you said you were coming back today. Glad I was right otherwise these flowers would be useless,” he grinned.
“Right, hi,” you stammer.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you say, gesturing for him to enter, then shutting the door. He sits down on the sofa and looks over to you, waiting for you to join him. You don’t know what to do, so point to the towel on your head and say “you interrupted my shower.”
“Wow, I’m so sorry. Should I leave?” He laughs.
“It’s okay, you can stay, but I’m just gonna go sort my hair out,” you say, running up the stairs. When you come down he’s just finished putting the flowers in a vase and sets them on the table in front of the window.
“Why did you say what you did at the end of our last phone call?” You blurted out.
“Ah, yeah, about that, erm-”
“You didn’t mean it did you?”
“I did, I mean, I do. I really do mean it (Y/N). Seeing those photos of you and Dan, it got to me. I ended things and now I’m here because I’ve wasted too much time already.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“I didn’t know how. You were going away to film and I was stuck here. I didn’t want to make things worse and tell you before you left. What were you going to tell me in the parking lot before you went?”
“Right. I can’t remember now, it was a while ago and a lot’s happened since then hasn’t it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Fine! I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner.”
He looked down at his feet, a wave of guilt and regret washing over him as he thought back to the phone call and how he cut you off so quickly. In a flash he’s standing right in front of you and takes your hands in his.
“I love you, always have, always will do. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“I love you too Norman. Can we go back to how it used to be?”
“Of course, except this time we’ll be a couple.”
“Wait. You think because I love you I want to be with you?” You joke.
“Well I was hoping for that outcome to be honest,” he jokes back.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” you wink up at him. He leans down and kisses you, hands travelling to the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
“I’ve been waiting for that for so long,” he whispers against your lips.
“Me too,” you sigh.
Brendon Urie's Stylist on the Panic! at the Disco Singer's Colorful Tailormade Style: Exclusive
For Panic! at the Disco frontman Brendon Urie, the embrace of “emo” spans at least a decade. But thanks to stylist Anthony Franco, the band is changing its tune, donning a new, colorfully clad style.
The self-taught designer and stylist first cut his teeth in the ‘80s and '90s dressing Janet Jackson, Boyz II Men and Lauryn Hill and outfitting MC Hammer for his “2 Legit 2 Quit” video. “When you come from making clothes for stars, you can’t give it up, which is why I like working with Panic!,” Franco tells Billboard in an exclusive interview.
After being introduced to the Las Vegas-bred group through their Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour director – who Franco worked with while styling Fall Out Boy – it was a match made in sartorial heaven. “I just threw a whole bunch of stuff in my bag from working on films like Waterworld and X-Men, made a bunch of sh–, met the boys, and they were like, 'We love you,’” he recalls. “They were babies, 17 to 20 years old, and I was already in my 30s, but from that point on, I became really close with them and have literally done every single thing with the band and Brendon since.”
How would you describe Brendon’s style?
The thing I love about the band is they’re from Vegas, so they kinda had a Rat Pack vibe with emo elements to them. With all groups, it’s the singer who usually has their individual style, and Brendon will wear anything I ask him to. He trusts me, and that’s a big thing; when an artist does not allow their stylist or creative team to help them create an image, a lot of times it looks like it’s forced. Personally, I can’t think of anyone out there with his sense of style. He loves his shiny fabrics, has stage presence, and to me, he’s always been a one-man show. He does take over, and the fans love it, and it’s great.
He seems to be a big fan of colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets, along with high-collar shirts. Is that your influence?
Yeah, the high-collar thing came about when we were doing the “Hallelujah” video, where it’s a play on clergymen in a confessional. Instead of doing the band in collars – which is a direct reference to priesthood – we implemented that element into the shirts by raising the collar up. I love how Karl Lagerfeld dresses with his collars, so that’s what we go for. It gives an emperor’s look as opposed to looking like a preacher.
Brendon @brendonurie @panicatthedisco ready to give you an amazing performance tonite on @fallontonight - #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #tonight
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What about the colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets?
This started around the '05 Vaudeville eyeliner emo look, but I began noticing that the clothing started to elevate itself with shine and color. I wasn’t so nervous about it since I knew Brendon could pull it off, but it was also something that nobody at the time was doing, and it sort of came across as really Liberace. To avoid looking like a Vegas lounge singer, his fit had to be perfectly tailored and custom-made. I didn’t want to just throw him in clothing that we had to alter but didn’t work for him. As his stylist, I want to make sure that every time he’s out there performing or on the red carpet, he looks different, but it’s still his style.
Is there a pattern or color Brendon wouldn’t wear?
I don’t know if I would ever put him in plaid. I like textures, and leopard works perfectly for him. I think there is not a color now that we haven’t used. That’s why when we did the Grammy red carpet, we went for a clean slate with the white tux with silver thread in it and a fattened collared shirt (exclusive sketch below). Kind of like [Grammy-nominated best rock album] Death of a Bachelor, where a bride wears white. We flew in the shiny fabric from London, and I made the full look (tux, pant and shirt) within a week, because I have his pattern down perfectly. That’s fast for us, but with him, I don’t like to do things with too much of a lead time because we’re so creative we might change our minds. His fans love him, and it’s nice when they get in really close and can spot a new detail within that look.
What influences Brendon’s style the most: comfortability or design interest?
Since he’s an active performer, his pants have a little stretch in them, and his shoes have to be super comfortable. But up top, he will wear anything. I also have to be aware of sweating because he’s performing, so I will never use wool. He’ll start the show looking head-to-toe perfect and will start stripping stuff off, and before you know it, he ends up shirtless. [Laughs] For him, I think it’s really about a full look at the beginning, and then he’ll sort of taper down to get himself into it. For the red carpet, he wants to look perfect from head-to-toe.
When it comes to fashion, what excites Brendon?
He’s interesting because we know it’s the element of dress-up, and he knows that people love him for his music and his clothing. He gets inspired by fashion and is not an off-the-rack kind of guy. Brendon will never follow a designer just because everyone else is following a trend. It’s dress-up, but it’s not a costume nor gimmicky.
Brendon @brendonurie looks so good at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards - he’s wearing a custom Diamond White Tuxedo–We’ve done almost every color in the rainbow – This shining beauty is definitely one of my favorites. #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #grammys
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How do you keep it from looking gimmicky?
The good thing is, with well-made clothing; it never looks cheap. And we put a lot into making sure the fit of the fabric and details are expensive, a.k.a. well-thought-out and -executed.
When he’s not performing, what does Brendon gravitate towards?
He’s all casual. Jeans, T-shirt, a hoodie and Adidas sneakers. He is straight-up comfort.
Even at nighttime?
Oh yeah, he would never dress up to go to dinners and stuff like that. That persona of him is strictly onstage.
Brendon @brendonurie giving you one hell of a performance yesterday @iheartradio - wearing one of my favorite jackets in Army Green Lacquer ☠️ #brendonurie #iheartradio #performance
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What is your most memorable styling moment with Brendon?
His light-blue jacket with leopard T-shirt from his last tour. A couple, who met at a Panic! concert and eventually got married, sent a photo of their baby dressed up for Halloween in a leopard shirt and blue onesie jacket over it. It was so damn cute, and when fans start re-creating his looks, it’s flattering for us. The most incredible moment was when Brendon met President Obama after performing at the Kennedy Center Honors in a gorgeous bronze tuxedo, which we custom designed. It photographed beautifully, and I felt so proud to see my work on him while meeting the president.
One of my favorite fashion moments - Brendon @brendonurie & Sarah @sarahurie at the Kennedy Center Honors 2013, both look so stunning wearing my designs. #love #friends
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