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Request: Shawn + Y/n move in together / he video of Shawn hugging Aaliyah from behind! But instead of it being Aaliyah can it be like Y/n?

a/n: hiii!! so i know you all want a part two to TiC but i actually wrote this before that so i think it’s time that i uploaded it😂 and it also gives a nice break from the ~angst of TiC😂😂 i hope you enjoy this short little fluffy piece! i’d love to know what you all thought!!

           You were never moving again.  You swore that to yourself right then and there while you carried up two boxes to the sixth floor of your new apartment building.  Or, the next time that you moved, you would make sure that the elevator wasn’t temporarily out of service.  All the boxes were almost up; thanks to the help of Aaliyah, Brian, your dad and Shawn’s dad.  There were a few more left, but you and Shawn convinced everyone that the two of you were fine getting them on your own.

           Oh, what a lie that was.

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Last night I came across this post about a beautiful young lady who posted her prom pictures and received so many negative comments from bullies. So much that she posted that she wish she had never went to prom or posted her pictures. It made me so upset to think about how cruel people could be and how messed up someone could really be to purposely try and bring down another person. But, I was happy to see how many people reached out to her with so much positivity and encouragement to her. Posting her pictures and reminding her of how beautiful she is. Although I don’t know her personally, I really wanted to contribute to the uplifting of this beautiful queen by drawing this picture of her. Not only to let her know how beautiful and amazing she is, but, to raise awareness about bullying. It is never ok. Not only did this girl have to deal with it in her environment, she has to now deal with it on social media. I just hope for anyone who sees this if they could go to Facebook and let Tayja Jones-Banks know she is beautiful and she is loved!! Lets continue to lift each other up!

Secrets | 1 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 296

A/N: I wrote this out of the blue and I’m considering making this a series, but I also wanna know if people like it in the first place, so please let me know what you think about this!! Also sorry its short, but if y’all ask for a second part, your wish is my command :)

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anonymous asked:

do you have a write up on what you think boyfriend harry is like? i love how you describe things

Gosh… I feel like I must, because it seems like something that would have/that has come up multiple times… and I kind of have a vague memory of it… but I can’t think where it would be apart from the general tags, and that’s a little unwieldy to search through to find this, so….

Boyfriend Harry is your biggest fan. He’s fascinated by what you do, what your passions and interests are, and he likes absorbing your stories. He’s just… in awe of you, but he tries not to be overt about it. You can tell, though, cause he’s a little gentler with you. When you’re around, you’re the one he’s focused on first in a crowd. He remembers things about you – things you didn’t think he had picked up on – and when you’re shocked and delighted he *glows* and nearly bursts at the seams. He’s generous – if he can help you in any way with anything, he’ll do it in a second. 

He’s not perfect, though. He’s got his own temper, and I get the feeling he can be plain mean when he’s in a fight. You don’t get someone who has that wit with their humor who isn’t also sharp when they’re angry, and it cuts in an entirely different way. He withdraws sometimes and doesn’t want to talk about things. You either get that or you don’t. It’s not quite hot and cold, but it’s like… he adores you, and sometimes that troubles him, and sometimes he just needs to cool down from his own emotions. Especially when it’s still new and you two are just figuring things out and he’s realizing that he’s past the crush and getting to know you phase and this is something that he wants to lock in or that could be/is. He’s young, does he want this right now? Do you? You’ve both got lives and demands, and there’s no way of getting around the fact that it’s hard being a girlfriend of one of the boys. You’ve been dating him for a little bit now and the uproar has been spectacular, so if you stick around? It’ll continue to grow. There’s a lot for him to think about in these stages, and it makes him appear more closed off than he had been before the relationship, and that’s probably confusing when relationships are supposed to invite deepened intimacy. 

But how do you know he still wants you around? He comes back. Even when he withdraws for a bit, he comes back. And that’s frustrating as hell, and whether or not calling him out on it makes it any better? Can’t really say, but he *does* listen to what you’re saying and he does try to be mindful of it. He’ll open his arms to you after a bad day, cause he knows you need it even if he doesn’t. He’ll make plans to swing back to you even when he’s busy – yeah, you’re penciled in, but he’s not doing it because he’s treating you like business, he’s doing it to make sure business fits around you and to take advantage of the opportunities to see you. It’s efficiency, not depersonalization – he’s making it count.

Most importantly, boyfriend Harry lets you see the good and the bad. That honesty is everything, especially when by all accounts he works so hard to put his best foot forward in every public situation/encounter. I’m not saying he’s not honest there – I think he absolutely is – but he’s human. We all have our bad days. We all get annoyed. We all get angry and have to snap, and sometimes people don’t like what we get annoyed with or angry at or how we respond when out buttons have been pushed too many times (and they subsequently try to tell us how to behave as if we haven’t worked very hard in numerous other instances that were, perhaps, way worse – as if reaching the end of a rope isn’t allowed simply because it came on a topic and in a way that *they* find unacceptable), but if he lets you see that? The whole 360 of him? That’s special. That’s real. That’s trust. That’s intimacy. 

a helping hand pt. 8

Oliver Queen x Reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7


Your nap had been well deserved. Even when it turned from a nap into a full blown sleep through the night. You had spent hours working diligently and edited several articles without distraction. You had been very productive.

Granted the productivity had been to make up for the lack of work you’d done in the past few days. The day of the party you’d accomplished absolutely nothing and the next day had been mostly spent experimenting with sandwiches.

You had really only meant to sleep for an hour and then get up, have dinner, shower, and go to bed properly. It hadn’t worked out that way. Instead you’d just ended up sleeping straight past the hour mark and well into the middle of the night.

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anonymous asked:

Wonho, Shownu, I.M and Hyungwon reaction to when you flinch away from them in a fight, like you think they will hit you, please /.\

You flinch during a fight thinking they were gonna hit you (Wonho, Shownu, I.M & Hyungwon)

Wonho; Speechless. Absolutely speechless. He wouldn’t know what to say in this situation. He’d be utterly surprised to see you move away from him. So many questions would be circling around in his head.

“Jagi…did you think I was going to hit you? I would never…

You know I wouldn’t do that to you…

Wonho would have a really sorrowful look in his eye and really just wants you to know that he was just trying to hold your hand. He wouldn’t be able to say it he’s so shocked. 

Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu; He’d be really surprised seeing you move away from his reach like that. 

 "Why would I-

”...hurt you…

He’d be heartbroken and see that movement as a sign of mistrust. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing you moved from him in such a motion.

Originally posted by garisanee

I.M; Honestly speaking, he would feel so hurt and confused. He would have never expected you to ever move away like that from him. He’d have the saddest eyes and would feel mad sorry. He’d start to feel so insecure of himself and really question his protection over/for you.

I can’t see you lea-

*sees you shift back from him*

 ”leave…wha-why, y/n, I would never hurt you...“ 

Originally posted by royalbins

Hyungwon; Low-key, he would start tearing up. He wouldn’t let the tears fall though. He’d keep reaching out to you trying to hold your arm/hand no matter how many times it took. Until he realized that you were "scared” almost, he would think about what he did to deserve such treatment and really beat himself up about it.

Is this how it’s going to be now?

Don’t be like this, please.

Would I do anything to hurt you? You of all people…

Originally posted by ltakamil

-K

sierra-mist-14  asked:

I hope it's not too late to ask this but could you possibly write something for TsukkiYama using 15 (Is that - blood?) or 21 (Jealousy isn’t cute on you) from the angsty/suggestive sentence starters?? I couldn't choose between the two so writers choice!! (: Also, thank you so much for taking the time to write all of these prompts for your followers; you're awesome and a great writer <3

Ah, no, no, thank you! You’re so sweet! I chose to use 15 for this, hope you like this little pre-relationship first year babies angst.

Tsukkiyama - “Is that - blood?” (based off this prompt list)


Yamaguchi was late for their usual Friday night movie. Tsukishima texted once to remind him after he disappeared after practice, then again when he was five minutes late. Two hours later Yamaguchi had a slew of messages from him ranging from annoyance to resignation to worry.

When it started to get dark, Tsukishima gave up on the plan of watching the movie they had picked out together, and set out to find Yamaguchi. He had a lecture already planned about answering text messages back in a timely fashion, and that if Yamaguchi was going to have a cell phone he might as well use it. Tsukishima was fairly certain he knew where Yamaguchi was, too. And what he was doing. Both of which were no excuse to leave Tsukishima waiting at home, wondering when he was going to show up.

He found Yamaguchi right where he thought he would: behind the Shimada Mart, a pool of light from the parking lot lamps betraying his location. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and walked across the asphalt, already rehearsing his spiel about common courtesy and the importance of letting people know when plans were changed.

The words died on his lips when he reached Yamaguchi. He held a volleyball in one hand, the other hovering below it as he breathed deeply through his nose. A portion of the ball was smeared with red, and his empty hand  matched the color perfectly.

“Is that - blood?” Tsukishima asked, forgoing a greeting in concern.

Yamaguchi jumped and turned around, finally noticing that he was not alone in the parking lot. His eyes widened in surprise, and the ball dropped from his hand to bounce once on the ground and roll away.

“What?” he said first, then quickly moved both hands behind his back, away from Tsukishima’s view. “No.”

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Starting… probably tomorrow, I’m gonna be leaving this blog indefinitely in order to work on certain mental health problems that Tumblr is either enabling or exacerbating. I’ll continue to occasionally post on @kiricornite via a side account. Otherwise, I’m pretty much just gonna let my queue run out.

I have no idea how long I’ll be gone. I love certain things about this website, and I love all the people I’ve met here, but it’s not really a secret that I hate how the community handles moral and political issues. I’ve struggled for a long time with moral scrupulosity related to OCD, and it’s reached the point where sticking around is making recovery nigh-impossible.

I’m gonna queue this post a few times to make sure as many of my followers see it as possible.

Oneshot: Interlude

SQ oneshot set after the breaking of the first curse. Emma drops Henry off for to Regina for a visit when she sees something alarming. She steps in to help and realises something important along the way. SQ hurt/comfort/friendship feels. Apologies for any mistakes. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Hope you all enjoy :)

“Okay kid, we’re almost there,” Emma says with a smile.

Henry merely frowns stubbornly at her, “Do I have to go?”

Emma sighs. There’s a lot of things that make her do that lately. Mary Margaret and David trying to overcompensate for lost years and treating her too much like a child. The town seeing her as a Saviour and holding her up to some impossible standard. Her son looking at her like she’s a hero and his mother when she spends half of her time feeling like she’s drowning. The fact that she has to convince Henry to see Regina when she raised him for ten years.

Most of her problems she can’t do anything about.

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Manhattan Mistress part 8

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Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: Casey can’t sleep so you tell her a story. Steve turns out to be much more of a bad boy than you initially anticipated. Inspired by “Gangsta“ by Kehlani.

Word count: 4.176

Warnings: Some fluff, definitely some smut, talk of murder and cheating. Foul language too? Please do not read belong the cut if you’re not comfortable with any of forementioned!

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 6: the white noise

Part 7: the waiting game

Disclaimer: I do not own this pic, credit goes to the rightful owner.

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Grieving the loss of someone who is still alive was the hardest—and simultaneously most freeing—thing I have ever had to do.  It was a roller coaster of unpredictable feelings.  I don’t think it matters how many people try and tell you about recovery, you’ll never be fully prepared for what you’ll have to endure–but you have to ride it out.  When I essentially mourned the death of someone I would still see around town, I went through my own personal renaissance.  My self-worth and love for myself grew exponentially.  My relationships with friends and family continue to reach new heights.  Anddd I am living in this constant state of bliss–how exciting is that?  Letting go was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Holy shit people

I love you all. I went to bed and the whole thing just … bam.

I don’t know if this is the right thing to do but I’m not going to respond to support messages on here unless there’s something specifically I want to address from it. Please please let me respond privately to you, because I want to show you how much this means to me. 

The issue is that there’s been so many people reaching out. It’s the best problem to have, but I also want to make it easy for people potentially visiting the page to have a scroll through and see what happened.

I never expected this and I appreciate you all so much.

Running to You

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Title: Running to You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst & fluff

Word count: 1,010

A/N: Sorry I’m late today, I’ve been binge watching Supernatural all morning. However, I hope you enjoy this one! I’m so proud of it. <3

You were running towards the bunker, hoping Dean would still be there.  You knew it was a mistake to think you could just walk away from Dean and the life you had with the Winchesters.  You had told Dean that you had had enough and that you were done with this life.  On your walk away from your bunker, you had your bag and you saw a wreck five miles away.  It made you realize how temporary life was; it made you realize how much Dean and Sam meant to you, especially Dean.

You and Dean had been together for almost a year, and you had your fair share of fights.  The only difference between the other fights and this fight was that you caused Dean to get hurt during the last hunt; he was livid.  Dean had shouted, throwing his beer at the concrete wall; it was the straw that had broken the camel’s back.  Sam tried to stop you, but you had told him that you were through.

You saw the door of the bunker, picking up the pace.  You were out of breath, but you felt like you had to run, even if he was still there.  You opened the door with the key you had kept under a rock for emergencies.  You fumbled to get the key in the door, opening it, making sure to shut it behind you.  You bolted down the stairs, ducking your head to see if either of the Winchesters were around; they were both nowhere to be seen.  

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I found his jumper part 12|| D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part, Sixth Part, Seventh Part, Eighth Part, Ninth Part, Tenth Part, Eleventh Part

A/N: wow wow wow. here is part 12. I somehow really liked writing this part. I hope you like reading it as well.

Word Count: 1.5K

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Originally posted by smiiseveny

The big crowd was cheering with anticipation. The stands were filled with students wearing the school’s colour red. I wasn’t really the type to attend the football games on Saturdays. Back home I watched football on the TV with my dad, but I never went to my high school’s matches. Now that my boyfriend was the captain of the team I had to come. Not that I would complain. It was actually quiet exciting.

“Let me find Dan real quick. He said he wants to see me before the game starts.” I told Hayley while we pushed through a couple of people on the way to some free seats.

“Okay, what if I’m gonna get us some snacks while you go and suck his face off” my green haired friend offered, making me roll my eyes.

I agreed anyway and handed her my wallet while I told her my order.

As quickly as the many people let me I made my way to the dressing rooms where Dan was already waiting for me outside.

“There you are, baby.” he exclaimed as soon as he spotted me, clearly happy to see me. He was already wearing his football uniform. The shoulder pads really showed off how broad his shoulders were. With his left hand he carried his red helmet which he was going to need in less than ten minutes. As soon as I reached him he took me into a big hug. My chest was pressed against his padded one. I could tell that he was nervous and somehow that made him even more affectionate than he normally already was. Today’s game was an important one. There was a lot of pressure on him since he was the captain.

“You’ll do great.” I assured him as he let go of me. He ran his fingers through his brown hair and slightly nodded. “I hope so. I wouldn’t wanna let the team down.”

I smiled up at him and got on my tiptoes to kiss my tall boyfriend as the door to the dressing rooms opened.

“The game starts in five minutes, captain.” one of Dan’s teammates shouted and added a ‘sorry’ as he saw what we were doing. I giggled into the kiss and let go of him.

“You better go now, captain.” I chirped, ready to head back the where Hayley was waiting for me.  

“Wait a second, Rose.” Dan said and held me back by holding onto my hand.

“I have a spare jersey and I thought you may want to wear it?” he asked and showed me his red jersey that said ‘HOWELL’ on the back.

I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and without having to answer him I took the shirt he held out for me and put it on over my regular one. It was a bit big, but I couldn’t care less.

'Howell, the game is about to start! Get your ass on the field!’ I heard some boys shout in the background. They seemed like they were close to freaking out.

“One last good luck kiss?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“Fine.” I groaned with a smile before I pressed my lips against his. Although thousands of people in the stands were talking and cheering everything seemed to go silent as soon as we kissed.

Suddenly we weren’t in a hurry anymore and I felt Dan relax against me.

“Good luck, baby.” I whispered as we separated.

When I plopped down on the plastic seat next to Hayley she had already eaten half of her snack. I apologized for taking so long but she just shrugged and handed me the drink she had bought for me. The game was going to start in a few seconds. Both teams were entering the field now accompanied by cheers and shouts. I immediately spotted Dan. He was scanning the tribunes with his eyes and smiled as soon as he saw me. I chuckled and waved in his direction.

“Wait were you already wearing that shirt when we came here?” Hayley asked confused, during the kick-off. I shook my head no and turned around to show her the back.

“Of course he would give you his shirt, that cheesy shit.” she laughed.

Luckily Dan had had no reasons to worry at all. They were clearly the much better team and were in the lead throughout the whole match. Students were going crazy whenever they scored and Dan did an amazingly great job. It was a bit hard to concentrate for me sometimes, because damn that boy looked hot while playing football. My eyes were just following him most of the time. I also watched Phil and Caleb play for a bit before I focused on Dan again. It was especially hard see him get tackled and honestly I had to grab Hayley’s hand a few times.

“Oh my god, Dan you were awesome. Congrats.” I shouted as soon as I had pushed trough all the people who were trying to congratulate the players as well. I basically tackled him into a hug.

Dan quickly took his helmet off, revealing his sweaty hobbit hair. He was still breathing unevenly and gulped down some water from a bottle that was given to him by his coach.

“That’s because we had the most beautiful lucky charm in the world.” Dan whispered into my ear so only I could hear it. I couldn’t help but blush while he discussed some details of the game with all the others. They were still filled with adrenaline and shouting although there was no need to. Dan had wrapped his arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his side, showing everybody that we were together. Me wearing his jersey also added to that picture and since we were talking about Dan Howell the popular football player everybody on campus obviously already knew that we were dating.

“You coming to the party, captain?” the blonde Running Back who was new on the team asked Dan.

He shot me a questioning look as if he was waiting for my okay. I simply shrugged and nodded.

“You are the captain, you can’t miss that.” I smiled.

After about 10 minutes of chatting, Dan disappeared in his changing room to shower and change while I quickly headed back to my dorm with Hayley so we could change into something more appropriate for a wild victory party.

Hayley wasn’t that fond of the football team, but I convinced her to go there with me. Dan was already waiting for me at the party and Phil was there too, so that’s already two awesome people.

“You know that I hate parties, Rose.” Hayley groaned while I dragged her up the stairs to some boy’s room. We could already hear the enormously loud music before we had even reached the wide open door. The blond dude from earlier welcomed us with a friendly nod. We entered the flat that was stuffed with people. There was stinging smoke in the air and the smell of cheap alcohol made me feel sick. The football team was easy to spot since they were the centre of attention. A crowd of mainly girls had formed around them. One of the players wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore and several females were running their hands over his well defined chest.  

“Who needs girlfriends when you got booze and sluts” he shouted, swinging his vodka bottle.

The whole football team that was surrounding him raised their glasses and cheered enthusiastically. My eyes landed on Dan, beer bottle in the air and hooting with agreement. My heart sunk at the sight.

“Assholes.” I heard Hayley snap next to me and I couldn’t believe what message my boyfriend was supporting.  

Soon after the rest of the football team was attacked by thirsty girls I saw Dan make his way through the crowd towards me.

“Hey, baby.” he whispered and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face to escape his pink lips. He obviously had a few sips of alcohol already and looked at me in confusion.

“Do you wanna dance?” he tried again, looking me deep in the eye.

“Actually, I was just about to leave. This kind of party is not really my thing.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Rose, please. Did I do something wrong? I really don’t want you to leave and-” he started but I was quick to interrupt him.

“Why do you even care Dan? Who needs girlfriends when you got booze and sluts, right?” and with that I turned on my heels and  headed towards the door.

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Well holy shit, there are almost 1.5k of you (!!!).

I definitely want to do something for you guys when I reach that incredibly magical number!  Let me know how you guys would like to celebrate, because I’m literally down for anything.

And I just want to say thank you for following, I’m so grateful that all of you like my work and I’m humbled to see that you all stick around when I take a much needed break from tumblr.  It’s honestly the best feeling knowing that I can do what I love to do and have so many people enjoy it as well.

So please, be sure to shoot me a message/ask/reply to let me know how YOU guys want to celebrate.  I want to cater to you because you’re the reason I’m here.

Thank you again, and have a good day!

-Ashley xx

Guilt (Bucky x Reader)

Word Count: 800

               The hum of the engine of the jet didn’t quite silence your thoughts. Your heart was racing, your face was stone, and your eyes were glossed over as you thought about the lives you had ended in that godforsaken country. Your mission was to defeat HYDRA and save everyone in the building, but you didn’t get to the bomb in time, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look Bucky in the eye.

               “Everything good?” Bucky asked, looking over at you as the jet landed. You nodded, quickly standing up and unstrapping your seatbelt. “It’s okay if you’re not okay, Y/N.”

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What is This Feeling? Part 3

The next day at school, Nico wasn’t there. Then it was the weekend and he had no way of contacting him.

Will found himself wondering if he was okay several times throughout the day. Which surprised him considering that when they had worked together, they were mainly arguing or snapping at each other. Will had found ways to get under his skin, but Nico had always known how to get under his too.

When Monday came, Will found himself looking for Nico in the halls again. When he’d finally caught sight of him, he sped up to reach him, grabbing his arm. Nico turned, snatching his arm away with a scowl. When he noticed it was Will, his scowl deepened. “What the hell?”

“Where have you been?” he asked. “I’ve been looking for you all day.”

Next to him, a boy with blond hair and lighter skin than Will’s chuckled. Nico shot him a look and then fixed his gaze on Will. “Why were you looking for me?”

Will’s voice caught in his throat then. He didn’t have an excuse. Then it came to him. “We have to finish that project.”

Nico raised an eyebrow at him. There it was, making Will feel stupid. “We’re ahead of almost every other pair. You don’t-”

“Can I talk to you?” Will interrupted. “Privately.” The blond boy chuckled and walked away. Nico sighed and crossed his arms. “Look, I worry about you okay?”

“You don’t need to. I don’t need your sympathy or your pity. I’m not a charity case, Solace.”

“I didn’t say you were. But people worry about people they care about,” he snapped.

For once, Nico was silent. A light blush crept into his cheeks as his brown eyes widened. His eyebrow furrowed together. “You… care about me?” He scoffed and started walking away. Maybe he knew Will would follow. Maybe he’d simply heard his steps. But he kept talking. “Since when? I’m a pretentious ass remember?”

“I didn’t know you, Nico.”

Nico wheeled around on him, eyes blazing in anger. “You mean you didn’t know how shitty my home life is. You didn’t think you needed to feel bad for me. The thing is, you still don’t. You don’t need to pretend to care. We’re partners for a project, and when that’s over, we can go back to never talking and glaring at each other from across the room.”

Nico saw in his eyes how hard that had struck and he wanted to take it back. But he didn’t need to. Because if there was anything Nico had learned about Will after spending so much time around him, it was that he was stubborn. “I don’t feel sorry for you!” he snapped. “I just feel like I sort of get it now. Why you act the way you do. So I don’t blame you as much.” Nico scoffed and rolled his eyes.

He had a point. Nico felt the same. He knew why Will was so hell bent on getting better grades than others, why he was so kind and always smiling. His parents would chide him over low grades and expected a lot out of him. They stressed him out but his friends would send him jokes online for him to laugh at. Nico had fought with hi over the distraction several times, but after noticing how much better he’d be after them, he didn’t argue much. It was more for spite.

“Whatever,” he said. “I’m fine. I’ll see you in class.” He turned away from large puppy dog eyes that weren’t used to rejection and groaned. No way. Now flipping way. Not Will.

At the end of the day, he was sitting next to Will, stiff and unsure. “You’re not a pretentious ass,” he heard him say softly. “I don’t think that anymore. You just always look at people like you know you’re better than them. I thought you knew that. I thought you knew about the way people’s eyes just followed you. I didn’t know that you just grew up learning to mask what you felt.”

“I have a resting bitch face,” Nico said. Will laughed and Nico cracked a smile. It was weird, laughing with him. “I’m not into the whole heart to heart deal. So, just say sorry and we can leave it at that.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Will said. Nico smiled and looked at him with a cocky eyebrow raised. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” he asked smirking.

“Making fun of me with that look.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Nah. I’m sorry too. But uh… let’s not keep bringing up my shitty home life, alright?” Will nodded and they continue to work, the tension gone.

That’s not to say they stopped arguing. They still got under each other’s skin so horribly, they ended up pulling at their hair in frustration begging the other to shut up. For Will there was a strange satisfaction in getting through that hard, stoic exterior and seeing Nico’s flushed face and the anger light his eyes up. For Nico, it was perfect revenge to flip the switch on that happy, friendly face and making it a mask of frustration and anger, watching him turn red to the tip of his ears.

“You’re so frustrating,” Nico muttered one day they working. “Honestly, I don’t see why so many people like you.”

“I’m a great guy,” he said, completely unfazed by his insult. “Then there’s people like you that push my buttons and- actually you’re the only one who pushes my buttons.”

Nico smirked, and said, “Well I’m flattered. I’m glad you think I’m that special.” Will scowled at him and Nico laughed. “I’d love to take a picture of you looking at me like that and see how many people I can surprise with it. The sunny, friendly Will can be an angry, grumpy Will.”

“Ha ha very funny,” he muttered. “Give me the marker, you’re doing it wrong. The marks are too far apart.”

“You stick to your part and let me do mine,” Nico grumbled as he drew on the poster.

“I would if you did it right,” he said reaching for the marker in his hand. Nico snatched away. “Nico give me the marker.”

“Fuck off, Solace!”

“Nico!” he yelled. “You’re acting like a five year old.” He reached out for it again and Nico moved away.

He aimed the tip of the marker at Will. “I will write on you without mercy. Step away from the board and let me finish.”

Will put his hands on his hips and reached out for Nico’s wrist, yanking him forward. Nico tripped and Will tried to help stay upright, but instead fell down over him. Nico groaned and shoved his leg off his stomach. “Get off,” he growled. “You call me a kid? Jesus, Solace.”

“For the love of all that is holy, my name is Will! Where’s the marker?” He glanced around and saw it lying near the desk. He started for it but Nico yanked his leg back. He reached out, and something came over Will, some sort of pride or rage or something. He would not be pushed around in his own room.

He turned Nico over and scrambled onto him, gripping his wrists above his head. Nico was looking at him in shock, breathing heavily. Will realized how close he was to him. The scent of clean cotton and sweet cologne filling his nose and making him dizzy.

His eyes were dark brown but he could see specks of black. He could see the sharp edges of his nose, the rise of his cheekbones, the curve of his jaw. The slight parting of his lips as he looked at Will, nearly cross-eyed.

His stomach clenched. Heat washed over him. He unconsciously bit his lip. Will let go of his wrists and the maker rolled away. Nico still didn’t move. His eyes flickered to Will’s lips and his tongue slid over his lower lip for a fraction of a second.

Suddenly, Nico’s hands were behind his neck, pulling him down, and they were kissing. Will gasped in surprise but he didn’t pull away. His lips were warm and soft. He let out a soft moan and Nico’s hands slid into his hair. Will kissed him back slowly. Their lips moved against each other’s experimentally, unsure of what the other liked. Will held himself over Nico, hands on either side of his head. When Nico pulled back, Will’s breath came in a tremble against his lips.

Nico’s eyes went wide and he pulled his hands back. Will saw the change and scrambled off of him, feeling the rush of blood fill his cheeks. Nico sat up and caught his breath. Then he stood and started for the door without looking at Will. He heard the door close gently and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

The next day, Will didn’t know whether to avoid or look for Nico.

And Nico didn’t know whether he wanted to be found or not. He didn’t know what had come over him. He just knew that Will was pinning him down, his eyes dark and brooding, his face flushed in frustration and he looked like he was glowing. And he’d bitten his lip and Nico’s mind had begun to unravel until all he could think of was Will’s lips on his. The suddenly they were and Nico realized it was because of him. His hands had been the ones to pull him down and weave through his hair. And Will hadn’t moved away.

Finally, the inevitable came. They had class together and they couldn’t look at each other but they also couldn’t not look. Their faces flooded with leftover embarrassment. What was there to say?

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Title: Don’t be Late 

A/N: Here is part three of Ten Years Waiting. You can find Parts One and Two here on my masterpost. Thank you to all who have liked and shared this! You guys are amazing. It has taken a lot for me to get back to writing and I was nervous about sharing it because I wasn’t sure if you all would like it. I love you guys! Part Four coming Soon. 

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Dean was lying on his motel bed, finishing off his fourth beer when his phone rang. He picked it up, and paused before answering. He didn’t recognize the number, but not very many people had his new number. It must be important.

“Yeah?” His voice was gruff, from sitting in silence and he coughed to clear his throat.

“Dean?” He straightened up at the sound of your voice on the other end.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah. It’s me.”

A mixture of confusion and excitement flowed through him. “How’d you get this number?” It hadn’t come out the way he meant it to. “I mean, I got this phone last week and it’s a new number…”

“Sam stopped by earlier. He gave it to me.”

“Sam stopped by? I’m going to kill him.” He was serious. He told his little brother to drop it and mind his own business. But of course, he couldn’t keep his nose out of it.

“Should I have not called?” Your voice sounded disappointed and sad and it pained him to hear it.

“No! I’m glad you called!” Dean stood from the bed, and began pacing. He looked over to the kitchen table where Sam was sitting, pretending to do research. Sam looked up, and shrugged. “I just wasn’t expecting it. How are you?” Dean walked past Sam, stopping to hit him on the back of the head, and walked outside. He really didn’t need Sam eavesdropping. He was nervous enough.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh good.” There was a silence that lasted a few minutes.

“Dean, I’m sorry I ran out of the diner today. I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”

He released a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. “No, it’s my fault. I should have given you a warning or something.”

“Maybe.”

Dean heard you chuckle lightly and smiled. “I missed that laugh.” More silence… “(Y/N)?”

“I’m here. I’m just thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I think we need to talk. In person.”

“Yeah. That would be nice. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Do you remember where we went on our first date?”

“Of course. The park downtown.”

“4 O’clock tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“It was nice to see you today. Even if it was only for a second.”

“Goodbye, Dean.” The phone went silent, and Dean was left standing there. He wasn’t sure how he was feeling right now. He was mad at Sam for butting in. He was happy that you had called him. He was nervous about seeing you tomorrow… He sighed and walked back into the motel room.

“Who was that?” Sam asked innocently.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know.” Dean accused.

Sam smiled. “So what did she say?”

“She wants to meet tomorrow to talk.”

“That’s a good thing right?” he asked, hopeful.

“I guess. I mean, I missed her like crazy, but what if she wants to meet tomorrow to tell me she hates me?”

“I don’t think that’s what it is about. Trust me.” Sam said reassuringly.

“I don’t know Sam… ” Dean sighed. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Dean arrived at the park a few minutes early and sat in his car. He spotted you sitting on a park bench. You were wearing a yellow sundress and your short hair was blowing softly in the wind. You were watching the kids on the playground with a small smile on your face. He didn’t think that you could be anymore beautiful in that moment. For every fear that he had about meeting up after all this time, there were ten reasons he couldn’t stay away from you any longer. He took the keys out the ignition and got out of the car. He pulled at his flannel shirt, trying to smooth out any wrinkles. Your head turned at the sound of his car door and you gave him a small smile. He grinned and made his way over to you. He held his arms out expectantly, and was relieved when you stood and put your arms around this waist. Dean hadn’t felt like this in ten years, and the smell of your familiar perfume prompted him to give you a small squeeze.

“You look beautiful.”

You smiled and turned to kiss his cheek. Dean released you and motioned for you to sit. He sat next to you, and he couldn’t take the smile off his face. “What has you all smiley?” you teased.

“Well, I was a bit nervous. But now I’m just excited to see you again.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with the kiss to the cheek does it? Cause I’m telling you right now Winchester that’s all you’re getting.” You said, trying to seem stern.

Dean threw his head back and laughed. “Awe come on (Y/N)! That little thing…” He teased back. You nudged him with your elbow.  “I missed this.”

“Me too.” you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry I left you like that.” Dean whispered.

“I know.” your voice was quiet, and filled with emotion.

“When I left, I thought I was coming back.” Dean sighed and rubbed his face. “I thought that once I found dad, I could come back and everything would be like it was. But then things went to shit. Jess died, dad died… everyone died.” You reached for his hand. Dean accepted your comfort and tried to laugh it off. “I went to hell for God’s sake. Hell…. Who does that?”

“Dean…”

“No. Let me finish. I started the apocalypse. I’ve gotten good people killed. I can’t tell you how many times I let Sam down… I was a demon…” his voice broke. He blinked furiously, not wanting you to see the tears beginning to form. He turned to you. “How was I supposed to come back? How could I justify bring you into all of my crap?”

“Can I say something?” Dean nodded. “I. Don’t. Blame. You. Not at all, Dean. I know why you had to leave, and I know how hard it was for you to lose everything. I know, because I lost everything when you left. But you have to understand that I loved you, Dean, I loved you so much and you didn’t have faith in me… in us.”

“What if something had happened to you? What if it had followed me home and you got hurt?”

“Dean, I was a hunter too. Remember? We took that risk every time that you left. But you always came back and we were always fine.”

“You weren’t there. You didn’t see Jess’ body on the ceiling… just like my mom’s. Sam was careful, and no one knew that he was a hunter, not even her. That damn demon found her and now she is gone. I can’t handle that pressure.”

“You don’t think that I felt the same way?” you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “You didn’t call, you didn’t write I… I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” You stood up and began pacing in front of the bench. “For months, I thought you were gone. Then you popped up on the news… I figured shifter, but I couldn’t let myself think that you were gone for good.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too. I just need you to realize that this goes both ways. I wasn’t some damsel in distress. I was your partner.”

“It never works out… It just doesn’t.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe we could have been the exception?” Dean nodded. He understood what you were saying.

“So, you know what I have been up to… sort of.” Dean said, trying to change the subject to something a bit more light. “What have you been up to?”

“Well actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I wanted to tell you before you found out from someone else…”

“Don’t tell me…” he interrupted, “You’re married?”

“GOD NO!” you said quickly, “I mean… no, I’m not.”

“Well that’s kinda hard to believe. I mean, how have you not been scooped up by now.”

“Well, since you left, I haven’t really wanted to be ‘scooped’. Besides, I don’t think Emily would like it very much.”

“So Emily is your… Umm, partner?”

You laughed. “No Dean. I’m not a lesbian… as much as I think you would like that.” you nudged him. You looked at the ground. “Emily is my daughter.” You looked up at him. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open, but no words came out. You decided to go along with your practiced speech. “She’s 9. Well, she’ll tell you that she 9 and a half. She likes animals, and she wants to be a vet when she grows up. She reads all the time…” I laughed softly, “Hell, I think that she might be smarter than me sometimes. Oh, and she’s funny, although most of the time I have no idea where she gets half of her jokes…” You paused and placed your hand on his knee.

“Wow. That’s… she sounds great.”

“She really is.”

“So it’s just the two of you?”

“Yep.”

“Can I ask what happened? To her dad, I mean.”

“He left.” You could tell that Dean was on the verge of getting angry. He had always been very protective of you. From the moment that he found you hiding in that closet, you knew he would go to the ends of the earth for you. “Before you get mad let me explain… He didn’t know, anything. He has no clue that she is his.” His shoulders relaxed and he seemed to calm down a bit.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you took a deep breath, “I didn’t want to bother him. He had a lot going on at the time and I thought that when the right time came along I would tell him. But, I never got the chance. He had to leave town and he never came back.” He shifted on the bench, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“He sounds like a dick.”

“He’s not so bad.”

He nodded. “She’s nine?”

You began to tear up and you sniffled. “Yeah, she’ll be 10 in a few months.” The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You could see that the wheels in his head were turning.

“(Y/N)?” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the question. “Is she… um, I mean… Is she-”

“Yeah, She’s yours.”

“How did this happen?”

“I found out about it a few weeks after you left. I was going to tell you, like I said… but I never heard from you again…”

“If I would have known, I wouldn’t have…”

“Wouldn’t have what, Dean? Not gone and helped your brother? Saved the world? I understand, okay? Even if you would have known, I know you and I know that you would have gone and did all of those things. It’s who you are. You save people, and it’s important to you. I know that you were telling the truth earlier if you had thought that it was safe, you would have been here with me, so I don’t blame you for anything. I love you, I still do.”

“This is… crazy. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you forgive me.” You asked, desperation in your voice.

“You did nothing wrong, I know that keeping it from me wasn’t really your choice.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”  You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him and locked him in a tight embrace. After all this time, you were together and he finally knew the truth. It was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You let him go, and wiped the tears that had fallen on your cheeks.

He cleared his throat. “I just can’t believe it. I mean, I had always told myself that if I ever had kids I would be there, you know? Dad wasn’t around a lot and I resented that all the time. Without even trying I managed to be completely absent from my kid’s life. I’m sure that she hates me for it.”

“NO!” you said earnestly. “She doesn’t hate you at all. She loves you.”

“How can she love me when I have never met her?”

“Because I am honest with her Dean. I haven’t told her about demons and angels or Lucifer… but I told her who her dad was. I told her about how he was very sorry that he couldn’t be here and that he was a hero.”

“A hero?” he scoffed, “Really?”

“Yes, a hero. That’s exactly what you are and I won’t have you tell me any different. I told her that you are out in the world fighting to keep us safe.” You smiled. “I gave her a picture… the one of us on our 6 month anniversary. She keeps it under her pillow.”

“So she knows who I am.”

“Yes,” You paused, “ and there is something else you should know.”

“She’s not sick is she? It’s not cancer is it?” he asked, in full panic mode.

“No, no. She is fine! She’s perfectly healthy. It’s just that… well… She’s met Sam.”

“What?!” he got up and stood in front of you, his hands on his waist. “What do you mean she met Sam?”

“He came by the house last night. Dean, he had no idea and I was kinda blind-sighted. I asked him not to say anything, I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Does she know I’m in town?” You nodded.

“I think so, when she met Sam I think she got her hopes up. I told her the two of you are always together.”

“Should I…? I mean, can I…” he stuttered.

“Meet her?”

He released a breath. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it is!” you said, standing up in front of him. “I would never keep her from you. She needs you… we both do.”

He smiled awkwardly. “You need me, huh?”

You slapped his arm playfully. “Yes, I do… So do you wanna come by the house tomorrow night for dinner? Sam’s invited of course too.”

“I can do that.” You leaned forward and hugged him for a minute, neither of you really wanting to let go.

“We’ll see you at 7.” You said, releasing him. “Don’t be late.”

12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 3

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Alex Danvers was not one to turn down a challenge.

Even when the challenge came in the form of a very romantic date idea from her very romantic girlfriend.

“I didn’t even know National City had an ice skating rink,” was the first thing she’d spluttered when Maggie had asked her off hand if she’d like to go skating with her on Holiday Music Night.

The second thing she’d said had been “I’d love to go, babe,” because she knew by now that Maggie’s off-handed way of asking things often meant that something was really, really important to her and she was embarrassed, or scared, or scarred, into assuming that the other person would find it stupid.

And she was happy to go, happy to learn why ice skating was so important to Maggie; happy just that Maggie wanted to do things with her, still in awe that Maggie liked her enough to want to do things with her. Date her. Kiss her. Ice skate… with her.

Which led to the challenge.

Because Alex Danvers had never been ice skating.

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