A king sized mattress, two pillows, a television and a comforter are all which occupy your new home. These items are in the center of the large, nearly empty living room.
You’ve lost track of time.
You know it’s no longer night, at least not technically. The large bay windows encircling your living room, however, might argue otherwise. With your gaze on them now, from where you lay, all you can see is a sky full of stars. But, you know it has to be morning.
Chris watched you from the back corner of the bookstore as you talked to the last fan of the day, or so you thought. His last two hours had been spent waiting in the back for you to get through all your other fans, so he could speak with you alone. The last time he attended one of your signings, he made the mistake of joining the line like an every day man- which he was not; he was Captain America and he had to leave the store before he deterred the attention from you. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again, so there he was pretending to browse the non-fiction shelves.
“You’re my lucky last, Ally.” You signed the inside cover of the thirteen year old’s copy of your latest novel, ‘To My Future Husband’. “Thank you so much for coming out,” you smiled at her and she smiled back. “I hope this book helps you find the love you deserve,” you told her as you closed the book and slid it across the table.
“It will,” she nodded without hesitation and your smile widen. “Thank you so much, Y/N.” She told you and you rose to your feet, ready to hug her when you saw her eyes glisten with tears. “Your books are always so inspiring and heartfelt. I hope that when I’m older I can do what you do, inspire and touch the lives of others with my words.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” You walked around the table and wrapped the young girl into a warm hug. “I hope to see you at my next event. If you’re willing, you can bring me some of your work. I’ll be more than happy to read it,” you told her and her face lit up. “If it’s good, I can get you a meeting with my publisher so you too can do what I do.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” Ally grinned.
“Yes, thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” Her mother smiled at you and you nodded, passing her your card. “You are such a sweet young lady. I’m sure your mother must be very proud of you.” She looked over your shoulder at your mom, who attended all your events with you.
“She’s my biggest fan,” you nodded and glanced back at your mom with a smile. Your mom smiled but tapped at her watch, letting them know that their time with you was up. “Sorry, we’ve got a meeting,” you winced at your mom’s straightforwardness. “Thank you for coming out though, I really appreciate all the love and support.”
“Of course,” Ally’s mom smiled. “Let’s go, Ally.”
The meeting you were talking about wasn’t really a meeting, it was your first meal of the day. Your hand patted your stomach which was now growling at the thought of Olivette’s homemade blueberry bagels. You watched the mother and daughter leave the store and you let out a weary sigh of satisfaction. “And that’s a wrap,” you mumbled to yourself. “Thanks for that, Mom.” You walked back over to your mother who was gathering your things. “If they didn’t go, I was going to faint from starvation.”
“Oh, I wasn’t doing it for you.” Your mother chuckled and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “That handsome gentleman in the back has been waiting two hours for your attention.” Chris winced but turned away from the shelves to look over at the two of you. “I figured Mr. Evans could take you to lunch while I head back to the hotel to get some rest.”
“What are y-” You turned to where your mother was looking and your breath hitched in your throat when you caught sight of the handsome, blue eyed, dark haired, straight from Heaven, Bostonian angel. “It’s Chris Evans,” you breathed.
“Uh-” Chris cleared his throat, his cheeks as flushed as your own. “Yeah, um- Sorry, I’ve just been trying to avoid a scene with your fans.” He started to walk towards you. “I didn’t want to deterred the attention from you because you deserve all the attention in the world and-” He cut himself off, blushing deeply when he heard your mother laugh softly. “I’m a huge fan and I would love to take you to lunch if you- um- if you don’t mind me doing so.”
“Yes please,” you blurted out.
“This is like the start of one of your fan fictions.” Your mother chuckled and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from scolding her. “Well, I’m going to take your things back to the hotel. Captain,” she addressed him and he tore his gaze off you to look at her. “I trust that you’ll take very good care of my daughter?”
“The very best, ma'am,” he nodded.
“I look forward to seeing you around, son,” your mother smiled at him.
“Mom,” you hissed at her through your tightly clenched teeth, “please stop.”
“Alright alright,” she laughed. “I’ll leave you two love birds be.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you ended up having lunch on the rooftop of Olivette’s; the café owned by your best friend which meant she had the authority to keep everyone off the roof so you could have some privacy with Chris Evans. You mentally reminded yourself to buy her a box of her favorite Godiva chocolates to thank her, though you were sure that bringing him to her café was thanks enough; she too was a huge fan of Captain America and all things Chris Evans.
“I really hope you turn one of your books into a movie.”
“I’ll only do that if you promise you’ll direct it,” you told him and surprise swept over his face. “You did an amazing job in 'Before We Go’, I’d love to see what you could do with one of my works.” You saw his smile spread to his eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re a fan of my work,” you admitted with a light chuckle.
“Why not?” He chuckled. “You’re an amazing writer, a lot of people are fans of your work.”
“Yeah but-” You tried not to smile as you teased him. “It’s mostly thirteen year old girls.” He laughed, doing his signature left boob grab. “It’s not very often I get approached by guys.” He raised an eyebrow. “About my books,” you added with a giggle.
“I was going to say,” he smirked flirtatiously “Pretty girl like you should be getting approached everyday.” You blushed and bit back your smile. “I don’t know what to say,” he shrugged with one of his adorable half smiles, “your love stories are amazing and I’m a hopeless romantic.”
“Chris Evans, a hopeless romantic. Why am I not surprised?” You smiled and he chuckled softly. “I always had a feeling you’d be, considering you love everything Disney. I think only the best guys can appreciate the kind of love Disney portrays.”
“Okay, stop.” He chuckled and you titled your head in confusion. “You’re becoming more and more perfect with each passing second.” You laughed. “If you continue, I’m going to blurt out an I-love-you and make things real awkward real quick.”
“I think my mom already made things awkward with her comments,” you chuckled.
“Your mom’s lovely.” He said with a smile and you nodded, taking a sip from your water. “What was she talking about when she said isn’t this like the start of one of your fan fictions?” He quizzed and you choked on your water. “Let me guess, you wrote about me.” His lips quirked into an amused smirk and you thought you were going to die from embarrassment. “Wow, I am incredibly honored. Where can I read this amazing collection of fan fictions?”
“Yeah, I’m not telling you that.”
“Can I be honest about something?”
“If it changes the subject,” you winced.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” he chuckled and you sighed. “I’ve read all your little fan fictions on your Tumblr, cute URL by the way.” He admitted and your eyes widened in shock. “They’re the reason I’m such a huge fan of you and your work.”
“Really?” You were still unsure of how to react; did you want to laugh or cry?
“Really,” he nodded with a smile. “I enjoy the way you portray me, the way you portray love. I don’t know if I can live up to your image of Chris Evans but- I’d like to try, if you’re willing to give me a chance.”
Did he just?
“I’m sorry, but-”
“Yes, I just asked you out.” He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “If this is like your mom said, one of your little fan fictions, you should be saying yes by now and easing me from this nervous tension.” You giggled and he smiled. “So…” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Summary: Despite having split up nearly three years ago, Taron has always found solace in your company. He’s never been one for being in the spotlight, so when he has a break during promotion for Kingsman he finds himself returning to the one person who knows him better than he knows himself.
“Hold on, hold on. ‘Bannerman Road?’ You’ve just taken us to contemporary Earth, haven’t you? Contemporary for me, I mean.” Clara squinted. “Are we just in Ealing? You promised me an adventure.”
The Doctor’s glance back at her was perfunctory at best. “The adventure’s been delayed. I need to check in on a friend. Her robot dog is on the blink. You can wait in the TARDIS if you want, or…” He waved a hand, vaguely. “Find a shop to loiter in.”
Clara scowled. “No, I’m coming. You never take me to meet your friends.”
“You’ve met Missy.”
“You never take me to meet the friends that don’t try to trick you into killing me. You do have friends like that, right? It’s not just a long string of murderous sociopaths throughout time and space?”
The Doctor paused a little too long. “I’m fairly confident it isn’t.”
Sarah Jane Smith seemed reassuringly ordinary, a woman of ambiguous maturity (Clara was pretty sure she was older than she looked, which might mean anything from decades to millennia, knowing the Doctor), living in a house in greater London with her daughter who, as Sarah Jane proudly informed them both, was called Sky. Sky looked about sixteen but Clara would come to have the impression, from the way Sarah Jane and Sky both danced around the issue, that this was not her chronological age.
“Doctor!” Sarah Jane called out as soon as she saw them. She put her hands on her hips in a maternal sort of way. “And how many faces has this been in the last five years alone? It’s the third I’ve seen. You need to be taking better care of yourself. I like this one, though; it’s like the one you had when we met. And who’s this?”
“Clara Oswald,” said Clara. She put out a hand.
“Clara. That’s a lovely name. How did you meet the Doctor?”
“She was in a Dalek,” said the Doctor.
“That’s not how we met,” said Clara. “That was just last week.”
“I didn’t mean this you, I meant Dalek you. Wait. Did I even tell you that story?”
“No,” said Clara. “No, you did not. You’ve been frustratingly vague about how many versions of me you met before you met the real me. I know about the Victorian one, and the one who fought in the Russian revolution, and the crime lord in a decaying city full of masked vigilantes, and the one who lived in a Remote colony in the far future, and I know about the one who married your friend Charlotte Pollard, but you did not tell me about a version of myself who was a Dalek.”
“Mm. Boring story, really. Amy and Rory divorced for no reason and reunited ten minutes later. I don’t understand your human relationships.”
Sarah Jane nodded politely. Clara gave her a helpless shrug. “I don’t know who he’s talking about either.”
Sarah Jane gave them both a fond smile. “That’s the Doctor, for you, always name-dropping historic figures, obscure figures from Venusian culture, and what not. I’ve learned to filter out at least half of what he says.”
Sky looked up from her phone. “I think he means the writer, Amelia Williams. Her husband was called Rory.” She went back to playing her mobile game.
Clara stared at the Doctor. “You did not tell me you knew Amelia Williams. You know I love Amelia Williams. Why did you not tell me you knew Amelia Williams? Wait, I met her as a Dalek? Oh, God, I’m getting second-hand embarrassment because I met Amelia Williams as a Dalek. Is it second-hand embarrassment when she’s an echo of you? I didn’t try to exterminate her, did I? Can you take me to meet Amelia Williams?”
The Doctor looked uncomfortable. Sarah Jane interpreted his look and intervened. “Sometimes it’s best not to, love.”
Clara looked crestfallen, but changed the subject. “How did you meet the Doctor?”
Sarah Jane laughed. “I stowed away in the TARDIS. I was pretending to be my aunt. We got along famously, but being hypnotized every week got old. He dropped me off in Aberdeen, of all places, and I didn’t see him again for twenty years.”
Clara sighed. “I assume you weren’t living in Aberdeen?”
“I wasn’t even living in that decade. I was from 1980, and he dropped me off in 1976. It was… something of a head start for my career, I suppose, or it would have been if it weren’t for all of the witch cults getting in the way. I saw the Doctor next in 1996, when he left his friend Sam Jones at my flat to live with me for a year.”
Clara gave the Doctor an appalled glare.
“You were never from 1980,” said the Doctor.
“I think I know what year I was from,” said Sarah Jane. “I’m sure I told you several times.”
“I met you in the UNIT years. That was the 1970s.”
“It was the 1980s. Some of us keep track of what decade they live in.”
“How could it have been the 1980s? The Brigadier retired in 1976.”
Sarah Jane opened and shut her mouth, silently. “I guess… he did? Oh, Doctor, I know this is your fault, somehow.”
Clara nodded. “This is clearly your fault.”
“It wasn’t me. It was Borusa’s time scoop. It’s a violent, primitive form of time travel dating back to the Dark Times. The Time Lords put history back together badly afterwards. I blame Narvin.”
“Oh, you would blame someone else,” said Sarah Jane. “The Time Lords didn’t make you drop me off in Aberdeen.”
“They did, actually. They summoned me; I couldn’t bring you with me to Gallifrey, then. It was a xenophobic time, just before Greyjan the Sane’s administration. They would have erased your memory, all of our time together. I’ve… seen it happen before.”
“I didn’t need you to bring me to Gallifrey, Doctor. I didn’t need you to leave me in Scotland, either.”
The Doctor blinked. “Aberdeen’s in Scotland?”
“I keep telling you that Aberdeen’s in Scotland!”
Clara looked at the Doctor. “How can you not know Aberdeen’s in Scotland?”
“I’m not actually Scottish, you know.”
“I know that. Of course I know that. But you said you went to university in Scotland.”
“In Edinburgh. I studied medicine under Joseph Lister. Is that near Aberdeen?”
Clara sighed. “Not really. Look, this conversation is going downhill and I’m going to make you a notecard, okay?”
The Doctor gave her a long-suffering look. “Fine.”
Clara pulled a neat white rectangle from her bag and penned ‘IT WAS MY FAULT, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU DIDN’T LIVE IN ABERDEEN.’ “I’m just going to show this to you whenever we meet with Sarah Jane in the future, okay?”
Sarah Jane looked delighted. “We’ll have tea sometime. I’ll introduce you to Sam, and Jo, and Liz, and Luke, and Rani, and Clyde.”
REQUEST: Do you think you could do a oneshot where the reader is dating Sebastian and is also an actress on the show Agent Carter and they go together to a convention (almost like Wizard World Comiccon that is happening right now) and they’re just really fluffy and cute together.
“So, what’s it like dating a fellow actor?”
You pondered the question for a second before answering, “It’s great. It’s nice dating someone who understands the schedules that we have to endure sometimes. It’s also nice to have someone that’s in the same profession that gets the stress and what comes with it all.”
“It also helps that I’m hot.” Sebastian added next to you.
You rolled your eyes playfully as the interviewer laughed, “That is true.”
“What makes this relationship work? Sebastian, you are currently filming Captain America: Civil War. (Y/n), you are currently filming the newest season of Agent Carter. How do you guys find time for each other?”
“When you care about someone as much as I care about her, you just make it work. We could have a three minute conversation during the day and I’m satisfied. Like, as long as I hear her voice and can put a smile on her face at some point in the day, I’m content.” Sebastian answered making you smile.
“You’re making her smile now!” The interviewer pointed out.
Sebastian leaned over and kissed your temple softly, “That’s my girl.”
It was convention season and you and Sebastian were currently in Sacramento. You loved going to conventions and being in the same space as the fans. Being able to spend a few minutes with people who enjoyed what you did filled your heart with joy.
It had been two weeks since the last time you saw Sebastian. You were so happy that he was going to some of the same conventions with you. He had been busy filming the newest movie in the Captain America franchise while you were in the middle of shooting Agent Carter.
Being in the same company made things easier for the both of you.
“I always used to say that I wouldn’t do long distance relationships or relationships where both of the people in it were constantly working. Sebastian makes it all worthwhile though.”
The interview wrapped up a few minutes later and you and Sebastian were escorted over to the area where the signings would happen. His booth was right next to yours. Sebastian had a panel with his fellow co-stars Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans. You wished that you could sneak in and watch but you have a panel at the same time with the lovely Hayley Atwell.
“You look incredible today.” Sebastian kissed your forehead softly during your last few minutes alone.
“So do you. You know I love when you wear leather.” Your hands roamed up his chest before resting in place.
“That’s why I wore the jacket.” He smirked.
You were well aware that all eyes were on the two of you but you didn’t care. Sometimes when you were with Sebastian, it made time stop. It often felt like you were the only two people left on the planet.
One of the people working the event approached the two of you, “Sebastian, we need you at the stage.”
“I’ll be right there.” Sebastian told them with a smile. He turned back to you, “See you later.”
He kissed you softly before leaving to join his friends.
Your panel with Hayley went exceptionally well. She had you laughing 99% of the time. The character you played in Agent Carter was named Bonnie. She was like the Bucky Barnes to Peggy’s Captain America. You really loved being Bonnie because she was really empowering and wouldn’t back down from anything.
Hayley and you chatted for a few minutes before you both were brought to your prospective booths. You glanced over at Sebastian’s booth and saw that it was empty. You figured that his panel must’ve ran over the time a little.
“Hi!” The first fan approached your table with a huge smile on her face.
“Hi, how are you?” You asked as she handed over a picture that she wanted you to sign.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is–” and the girl froze with her eyes widened as she looked at something behind you.
“Are you okay?” You asked her but then you felt two arms snake around your waist. The feeling was so familiar that you didn’t have to turn around to see who it was.
“Seb!” You exclaimed when he squeezed you tightly before letting you go.
“Hi!” He waved at the girl who was still frozen in front of your table.
“Seb, you have people waiting on you.” You laughed.
“I’m going. I just wanted to see my favorite girl.” Sebastian smiled before kissing your forehead.
“Before you go, could you sign my photo also? I’m Heather.” The girl managed to utter words and Sebastian was happy to sign her picture.
Before he left your booth, he kissed you again.
“You two are goals!” Heather squealed.
You looked to your right and saw Sebastian was entering his booth. He looked at you and winked.
“Yeah, I guess I am pretty lucky.” You joked before Heather walked away and the next fan came along.
Voila! I enjoyed writing this one too - even if I did get far too into it (again). Not sure how I feel about the ending. Possibly too abrupt? It could be rectified with a part 2 I suppose but you guys will let me know what you think about it. Anyway, this request was made by @priincessolivia, who I would also recommend Autumn Thorn to. Shamelessly self-promoting there but oh well. ;) Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: Could you please write an imagine where
ever since Bucky left HYDRA, (y/n) replaced him as the puppet for the
organization. Everyone wants to kill her, she is a crazed sociopathic murderer,
but Bucky knows what she feels like and wants to help save her. Maybe they
fight and Bucky wins and takes her back to the Avengers? I would really
appreciate anything :)
“Nowhere Else” (Part 1)
“Three people in the last week alone. We can’t let this go
on.” Steve growled. The rest of the Avengers nodded in agreement. The only
person who made no motion was Bucky Barnes. He wasn’t an official member of the
team but at Steve’s command, he’d been allowed to observe and advise. Tony also
vocalised his disgust as Steve continued.
“She’s a sociopathic-”
“Merciless, and calculated killer.” He concluded.
#1 — Sam will be present and will receive equal screentime and actually get the opportunity to have emotional responses to things that would realistically elicit a reaction from him(like, say, I dunno… Lucifer, who tortured him for hundreds of years, tried to kill him three times last season alone, and manipulated him using his faith in God which is A+ asshole behavior, pardon my French). Sam will be active in his own story rather than a passive recipient of the action. Put simply, he’ll have the opportunity to exist and have emotional reactions. #givesamavoice
#2 — Missouri Moseley will be the (psychic) character who will return in episode four, the one “we haven’t seen for a long time.” PLEASE. And she’ll continue to be her amazing self who happens to have a soft spot for Sam and is perhaps the only character on the entire show who thought his burgeoning psychic abilities were beautiful rather than evil or terrifying. On a related note, POWERS!SAM, please.
#3 — Someone other than Sully will tell Sam he’s freaking awesome. Jared Padalecki said that “In recounting to Mary what’s happened in the past 30-something years of Sam’s life, […] he’ll learn a lot about himself. He’ll realize […] what he’s done.” (x)
Seriously, Sam’s self-image is scraping rock bottom. There’s no way “Wow, I’m a terrible person” would be ~learning a lot about himself~ because, well… he already believes that. He believes the worst possible iteration of that ten times harder than the average person believes it. So he should definitely (gasp) actually feel better about himself this season. In short: Through talking to Mary (a lot; lots of talking; much Sam and Mary), Sam should realize that he is not the person he believes himself to be. He’s not impure or freakish–he is, as Sully said, a hero. Please and thank you with puppies on top. Also Mary will have a chance to go to heaven and maybe be with her husband if that’s what she wants because that woman is a patented badass but she also deserves to lay her weary head to rest, my goodness.
#4 — Sam will get to have friends who know about him and like him. He’ll get to have friends for whom he doesn’t play second fiddle to Dean. Eileen Leahy or Sully could totally come back. I’d be down for that. We could totally get more lovely moments with Sam and Cas. I also wouldn’t complain if Toni Bevell eventually came to realize that all of her research on the brothers and especially Sam is quite incomplete and can she please stop torturing him? Bonus: people who do terrible things to Sam actually apologize.
#5 — Sam will be a BAMF as always. A BAMF with puppies. BAMF puppies. And good friends who love him. And possibly also protective!Dean and one hell of a brother hug and ALSO WHERE IS THE SAMULET. That is all.
Pair: Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader
A/N: I know it took me sooo long to post this, and I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy!
“Caroline! Car! Where are you!” I yelped as we made our way into the dark diner.
“Shh! You aren’t suppose to draw attention to yourself! Have you not seen horror movies?” Dean whispered.
I rolled my eyes and huffed, as I followed close behind. My stomach was churning, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
I could hear soft whimpers near the kitchen.
“Car?” I whispered.
“Y/N?” My eyes followed where the voice echoed.
“Shes over here!” I croaked to the Boys.
There she was. Sitting in the corner, her eyes puffed and blood shot.
“Hey! Hey, I’m here.” I muttered as I pulled her into me.
Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, and squeezed on to me.
I have known her almost all my life, and I have never seen her this scared.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Sam stammered.
Her eyes met his, and all she could do was cry harder.
Sam pulled her into him, and whisked her up from the floor. Both Dean and I followed.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, just enough for me to hear.
As much as I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt, my main focus was Caroline.
We reached our way to the impala.
Sam and Caroline slid into the back. She laid across his lap, as he caressed her, running his hand through her hair. I sat in the front as Dean drove back to her house.
My heart was pounding.
I was furious with him. Angry that he lied to me, for months. And I know that I should hate him, I can’t help but wish he would hold me. Tell me everything will be okay, and press his luscious lips on me.
What I’d do for that again.
We came to a stop, right outside Caroline’s house.
She was sleeping in Sam’s arms.
“I’ll be back. I’ll take her to her bed.” Sam whispered.
Both Dean and I nodded.
As Sam slipped out of the car, it was silent.
My stomach churned and my palms were clammy.
The last time we were alone, well things got pretty hot.
The things I would do to have his hands run along my body. To feel his lips press against mine.
“Y/N.” Dean whispered, interrupting my thoughts.
I slowly turned to face him, my heart beating fast.
His gaze was already on me. They were soft and lingering.
“Can we talk about this? Please?” His voice was low, tiring.
I took in a deep breath. This was something I was not looking forward to.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Y/N, I am so sorry I-”
“Dean stop.” I gritted through my teeth.
“No Y/N, I love you. So much. And-”
“Dean I trusted you! From the moment we met, I thought you were different. Someone who would never hurt me and now-”
“I know, and I’m so sorry for that. Coming here, I thought of nothing but this being just another job. Until I met you and everything changed. I love you Y/N.” Dean croaked.
His words echoed in my head, making my stomach churn.
Why did he have to fall for me? Why did he have to mean so much to me?
My body stiffened as he took small steps towards me. His gaze never leaving mine.
“I love you so much. Damn it, I would take a bullet for you.” He gritted through his teeth.
He was just inches away from my face. So close, I could feel his breath hit against my skin. Causing chills to vibrate through me.
I sucked in my lip, lightly nibbling as I tried to swallow.
As much as I wish I could pretend nothing happened. That Caroline wasn’t in danger a few hours ago all because Dean wanted to lie.
I knew I couldn’t forgive him.
I cleared my throat and turned my back to him.
“I’ll see you in class.” I muttered. “Mr. Winchester”
I left without another word. My heart pounding, and my palms were sweating. It all felt like a dream.
“Don’t look back.” I whispered to myself as I made my way down the street.
The cold air breezing through my hair, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Why are goodbyes so hard?
(Dean’s POV) (3 days later)
I could feel my stomach churn as I sat here, waiting for class to officially start.
Why am o so nervous? It’s not like I haven’t seen her before. I need to pretend this is just another day.
The bell rang, capturing my attention.
“Fuck.” I whispered to myself.
The room slowly filled with familiar faces.
Still, she was no where in sight.
Maybe she isn’t coming today? I wouldn’t blame her. I mean, I hate myself for how things ended.
“Hello class, how was your weekend?” I smiled, trying to refrain from looking at the empty seat in front of me.
“Awesome! Too bad it had to end and we are back at this hell hole!” One of the students yelped, making all the other students chuckle.
The door swung open, and there she was. She paced her self to her desk, not once looking up at me.
A knot formed in my throat. And my heart felt like it dropped to the pit of my stomach.
I cleared my throat. Hopefully no one noticed me staring.
“Turn your books to page 384 and read until you hit page 400.” I muttered.
There were groans and sighs as I made my way to my desk.
I sat down, and pulled out my book, looking at Y/N as everyone else had their heads down.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she met my gaze. Making my breath hitch to the back of my throat.
Damn she is so beautiful.
I flashed a soft smile. Maybe she changed her mind? Maybe she wants to give it a shot? Maybe-
Nope. She pursed her lips and returned her gaze back to the book.
This is going to be a long class.
Everyone scattered, as I slowly swung my bag over my shoulder.
“I’ll meet you outside okay?” I whispered to Caroline.
She nodded and made her way out of the classroom.
Dean’s back was to me. Erasing the markings on the board.
I cleared my throat, making him jump.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” I chuckled. Trying hard to keep myself from belting out in laughter.
His lips slowly curved up into that freakin smile I love so much.
Why does he have this affect on me?
“I-it’s okay.” He cackled. “How are you?”
My lips dropped, as I remembered why I was here in the first place.
I slowly walked over to him. My eyes looking down at my feet.
“I didn’t mean to be so rude on Thursday. I was just-I don’t know. Mad I guess.” I muttered.
I looked up, our gaze locked on to each other.
“I love you Dean. And I am still so mad that you lied to me. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I keep finding myself wondering how you are.” My voice shook.
His mouth parted, and his eyes widened.
I pressed my lips to his. Gently grazing over each other. He still somehow sparked something in me.
“But we can’t do this.” I whispered over his lips. “I’m sorry.”
I retrieved my bag, and walked out of the class room. My eyes welled with tears.
Sam was right, it doesn’t matter if we love each other or not, he was still my teacher. We could never be together. It was impossible.
So I had to do what was best, I had to let him go.