quit-your-life

You cannot wait for the ‘perfect’ moment, for it may never come. In which case, you will be waiting forever. You must act now, and take action in what ever way you can!
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Good Job, Universe

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,392

A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?

With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.

As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.

So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.

As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”

Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.

I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.

@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.

@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc

@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back

You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.


Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.

You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.

Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.

A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:

@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.

If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.

Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.

You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.

As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.

You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”

“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”

He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”

You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”

He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).

“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).

“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”

“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”

You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.

“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”

He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”

“Smooth move.”

“Thanks.”

You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”

He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”

He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”

You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”

The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.

“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”

“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”

“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”

You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Truly.”

You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.

By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”

“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”

“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”

He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.

As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”

You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”

“Shh!”

He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.

“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.

“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”

Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.

“How are you singing and talking at the-”

Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I appreciate the support, really.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.

“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”

“Jordan, give me that speaker!”

“And appreciate how well the universe did-”

“I will tackle you, Fisher.”

“Putting this day together - Oomph!”

He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”

After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”

“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”

“I guess not.”

That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”

You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”

“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Was that a pick up line?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

The Seven Kinds of Love

Words: 7984

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

Originally posted by sugataecups

One; the first time you feel love for something other than Mr. Sprinkles, your stuffed rabbit, is at age five.  

Barely crawling from your mother’s embrace and still scared of skeletons in your closet; you were a tiny child with big dreams in the cruel world. Your parents shielded you from the harsh realities and you lived within a glass bubble but it was perfect.

One sunny afternoon, the playground looked like a dazzling place to be. So, you squirmed out of your mother’s embrace and despite your father’s worried shouts, you ran to the slide and Namjoon slides, quite literally, right into your life.

You bonk heads together and the first time you turn to him, your eyes are blurred through salt water. He’s startled when you begin to cry and he follows with his own wailing after. Both parents come running and when you point to each other, they exchange apologies. Your parents cradle you in your arms and you are sheltered before love could ever hurt you.

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Void - part 1

Series summary: Reader has lost her memory and Sam and Dean try to find a way to get her life back.

Summary, part 1: Reader finds herself lost in so many ways…

Characters/pairing: Reader x Dean (eventually), Sam, Crowley, Cas

Word count: ~1800

Warnings: some (mild) angst, mild language

Author’s note: This is the first fanfic I ever wrote. It’s a ten part series. The first part introduces our heroine, so bear with me - the boys will make an appearance in part 2.

I would love to hear what you think, and if you want to be tagged in the series send me a message and I’ll try to figure out how it works. :-)


“Hi honey. What would you like?”

You lifted your eyes to the waitress waiting next to your booth. She looked like someone’s grandma with her hair on a loose bun and a friendly smile. Your mind was totally blank as you shifted your eyes between her and the menu in your hands. You had no idea what you would like. You recognized the words on the menu, knew what they meant, but none of them held any particular charm to you. Nothing made you feel anything.

Her smile faltered slightly when you didn’t say anything. “I could recommend the pancakes, they’re the best in town”, she finally suggested.

You offered her a small smile and nodded. “Okay, that sounds good.”

“And perhaps you would like something to drink? Coffee, maybe?”

You nodded again, not sure what else you could’ve done. The drink options on the menu seemed endless and not one of them sounded better than the others.

The waitress left the table and you turned to look out the window. The street was busy with people going by, minding their business. No one looked familiar and no one paid you much attention. You fidgeted in your seat and glanced around the diner. It was the same - nothing or no one stirred any memories.

You sighed and thought back to the things you did remember. You had woken up alone in a dingy motel down the street, hungry like you hadn’t eaten in days and desperately needing a shower. You had been feeling weird, agitated and lonely, scared even. It had slowly dawned on you that you had no idea how and why you had ended up where you were. You didn’t remember. You had searched the room and found a backpack and a change of clothes your size, but not much else to help you figure it out. After a long debate you had decided to take a shower and head out to find more clues to what was going on. So now you sat here, trying to think of something you could remember, but the only result of wracking your brain was a throbbing behind your eyes.

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Just Drive.

Spencer Reid x Reader

Reader and Spencer are in love. They’re together and happy, but are suddenly longing for more than the small town they live in can give them. They back their bags, clamber into Spencer’s pickup truck, and just drive.

@combeferre-the-mothman requested.

Based off of the song how far do you wanna go? by gloriana. (i haven’t ever heard it i just looked at the lyrics lol) This is a rare occasion where i’m gonna make this an au and pretend that Spence went to school for the usual amount of time. He’s still super smart tho! also this is super cheesy but i like it (▰˘◡˘▰) 

Originally posted by spencerreideuphoria

You had known Spencer Reid for (quite literally) your entire life. Your families had known each other and he was your age so you were always good friends, and eventually you developed feelings for each other. When you were 15, Spencer became your official boyfriend and you’d been together ever since. At 19 years old, you were madly in love.

It was the definition of cliché– and you adored it. Spencer was the one you wanted to marry someday and have kids with, he was the one who your family loved. You two were the couple who everyone knew about and they thought that you would never break up. They were probably right.

One night as you laid in your bed in the small town you’d grown up in, you stared at the ceiling and got lost in thought. You craved more than this town could give you and you needed a change. A real change.

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Sunlight

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “Could you do a Jasper imagine, where your his human mate who just learned about vampires and you still haven’t seen one in the sunlight yet. So you ask Jasper to show you. ” Hope you like it!

In a way, you were willingly signing yourself up for what was certain to be an excruciating death sequence. As you left your home, you found yourself forcing your mind away from finalities. This was likely the last time you locked your front door, yes, but it could very well be one of many more fumbles, just another search for the gleam of brass in the shrubbery. You were quite literally risking your life today, and for what? To answer with love would be a tad too drastic; you’d only known the man for a few months, and the time you’d spent in the know had been an even smaller amount. No, it was not for love, but for something else entirely you couldn’t assign a word to. It was fiercer than curiosity, stronger willed than desire, choked by something close to fear (a cousin, maybe), fueled by an undying urge to see. It was about vision. It was about trust. As you found yourself walking away from your childhood home, you couldn’t help but catch your breath in your throat. The familiar concrete of the path connecting your doorstep to the sidewalk… would you ever see this again? Would you ever scrape your knees on the porous material after one too many ambitious tests of an icy sheen? Would you ever return for the holidays with your family? Would you teach your child how to walk on the very same plain you had learned? Death was a high-ranking probability, but the unnamed emotions driving you onward overwhelmed any lust for a thought as tedious as self-preservation. You needed to see it.

He wasn’t waiting with a car, which you had expected. He wasn’t exactly on board with the idea of being in a cramped, confined space with nothing but the beating of your pulse and the delectable (nay, irresistible) aroma of your blood warming the cabin of the vehicle. He didn’t bring his motorcycle at your request; your parents were likely to blow gaskets if they so much as hard the sound of a Harley’s pipes moments after you left the house. It would be a similar reaction if you had told them you were about to lope off into the forest with a vampire, only slightly worse if you were to mention that said vampire was the most unstable vampire within a ten-mile radius. You had to give him credit; if he was willing to be alone with you, he must consider himself in control… and he really was trying. Jasper was standing beneath the expansive shade of the forest’s edge, his hands clasped behind his back. He couldn’t quite shake the military, could he? His smile was strained, as it usually was, to be in such close proximity with his natural food source, but his butterscotch eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them. He nodded in your direction, smirking as he dissected your face.

“You’re nervous,” he observed, rooting around through your brain, tasting your emotional atmosphere. You inhaled the scent of the forest, exhaling slowly, your eyes on his. He must have hunted recently. His eyes were as golden as they’d ever been, but there was a vibrancy to his irises that you’d never witnessed. The bruises beneath his eyes were barely visible. He almost looked… well, no one as inhumanely beautiful as Jasper would ever come close to looking human again, but he looked healthier, happier. His charming southern voice crept forward from between his lips, quieter than you had expected. “Y/n, we don’t have to do this today. Perhaps if you’d rather wait…?” You shook your head, dismissing his recommendation the moment he spoke the words.

“No, Jasper, really. I’m good. I’m… I’m excited.” His brow furrowed slightly, his head turning as if to hear you better.

“More so than you are afraid?” He inquired, his voice lilting somewhere between fascination, humour, and regretful understanding. He was aware of the risks he presented; he was the newest vegetarian, that much you knew, and being alone in a secluded location far from town was as close to a perfect recipe for a slaughtering as you cared to imagine. Regardless of the danger, you wouldn’t live your life without having seen this strange feat Jasper’s family had inherited alongside their immortality. If you didn’t go, you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Even if you died today, you’d have fulfilled a gaping curiosity festering in the pit of your stomach.

“Way more. I’m ready to go when you are.” You were glad to hear the strength in your voice. Surely, Jasper could sense a falter in your composure, but he declined to mention anything. The South raised their gentlemen well. He smiled, his eyes glimmering in what little sunlight shimmered through the cloud covering.

“We have twenty minutes before my sister Alice has promised a sun shower,” He lifted his eyes to the overcast skies, grinning to himself at the uncanny accuracy of his meteorologist sister’s precognition. His eyes returned to your face, glowing like evening sunbeams through a crystal jaw of amber honey. He shrugged his shoulders, peeling his rain jacket from his body, extending a rigid hand in your direction, offering you the coverage you’d forgotten. “You may need this. You may be… cold.” Again, he smirked. You rolled your eyes, accepting his offering, careful not to make contact with his icy skin. He would not be bothered by the weather; your touch, however, he may not be ready for. You donned Jasper’s coat, relishing in the chill the fabric carried, overwhelmed by the heady scent of him. You turned, as if in a daze, your eyes searching for your mode of transportation, your attention caught by the uncommonly smooth sound of Jasper clearing his throat. “We’re running, if that’s alright with you.” He extended his hand towards you, his jawline rigid, controlled. He wouldn’t hurt you. At least… well, it wouldn’t be intentional. You slipped your palm into his, watching his shoulders cease to move as your skin warmed the frozen alabaster of his callous-less hand. He had ceased to breathe. He moved, ever so slowly, calculating his every step, until you were a hair width away from his dazzling eyes. He smiled briefly before spinning you in his arms, cradling you to his chest with ease. He lifted an eyebrow, wordlessly asking permission to continue. You nodded him on. You had never regretted a decision more in your entire life.

By the time the forest stopped spinning around you, Jasper had been still for a good five minutes. Running with a vampire was not your favourite medium of travel, that much was certain. You weren’t prepared for the supernatural speed at which Jasper carried you through the wood, dodging tree limbs and fallen trunks at the last minute, seconds before you managed to see the threat. It was… dizzying, for lack of a better explanation. Jasper, however, was completely unfazed. He cuffed and rolled his sleeves, exposing the pale skin of his forearms, his eyes raking the skies as they began to clear. Sure enough, the peaceful sound of splattering rain against the waxy leaves above began trickling to your ears, wrenching you back to reality. He stood a fair distance away, though not quite far enough to ice you out of the picture. He was respectfully acknowledging that you were so very human, and that standing too close might, at the moment, have meant an end to your human life. He was cautious, that was it. The rain began to fall evenly now, advancing from stray droplets to waves of water soaking down the tree bark around you, moistening the moss underfoot. Jasper eyed a river to your right, walking out from beneath the protective cover of leaves you shared, strolling into the open air. His clothing began to darken as the water struck the cloth. His hair suspended raindrops like gemstones among his golden curls. He was absolutely beautiful. He shot you a wary, almost testing gaze, likely attempting to read your scattered brain for any scrap of fear. He didn’t have much time to search, and you didn’t have much time to compose yourself before the sun peeked out from behind the heavy gray clouds. A sun shower, just as Alice had predicted.

All at once, the vampire changed. His skin, which you had thought of as marble, alabaster, could only have been crafted from diamonds. His every pore was faceted like a jewel, refracting light and colour as if he were made of some precious stone unknown to mankind. The rain fell on, continuing to soak through his clothing, the form-fitting cotton shirt he’d worn stained a much darker blue than before, clinging loosely to his carved physique. His eyes fluttered closed, his palms turned upwards as the sun drenched his body in light. You watched on in mystified awe as he glimmered, what little remained of the colouring beneath his eyes erasing entirely. In fact, he seemed to flush beneath the sun’s rays, like there was blood coursing through his veins once more, flooding his cheeks with the palest of rosy colour. He was far more beautiful than you could have anticipated. Quite honestly, to have this creature end your life would have been a blessing. To perish at the hands of an angel rang with promises of Heaven. Jasper tilted his face to meet the rain as it plummeted from the clouds above, his shimmering skin reflecting different light as he moved. He seemed to sigh, contented, basking in the warmth of the sun.

You lifted yourself, slowly at first, from the mossy forest floor, watching Jasper’s eyes flash open as your scent stirred in the air. The guilt you felt for disturbing such a magnificent creature was disregarded instantly, overpowered by your desire to stand beside him beneath the sun. You walked forward, abandoning the promise of drier land as you stepped beyond the reach of the trees, striding closer to the river, to Jasper. He tensed slightly, following your every move with his eyes, his face immobile as he read your emotional state. What he must have found there… the wonder, the awe, the delight… surely it had some impact on him. You trusted him completely, and in sensing that strength within you, he began to trust himself, if only by a fraction. You were standing before him, not quite as close as before he’d pulled you into his arms, but not as far as your greeting earlier in the day. His skin was even more glorious at a close range, if such a feat was possible. Slowly, cautiously, you began to raise your hand, allowing Jasper plenty of time to prepare for what you had planned. He didn’t flinch away, didn’t relocate, didn’t warn you against the movement; he wanted this experience, either to test himself or to test you. Something in him still wondered why you had agreed to come at all, and now was the last place he’d risk scaring you off. Your eyes left his, following your fingertips as they made contact with his dazzling cheekbone. He closed his eyes, sighing into your touch, his face tilting ever so slightly in the direction of your hand. You trailed your fingers to his jaw, encountering unseen ridges there. His eyelids fluttered open momentarily, watching as your brow smoothed out and you continued downward. As you traced along the patterns the sun created on his sparkling skin, you discovered many similar ridges, but Jasper didn’t seem to mind them. Your hand fell to his chest, your palm placed over his heart. Part of you waited for a heartbeat. Part of you waited for death. All that happened was that Jasper overstepped the boundaries he had set for himself, surprising you. His hand closed over your own, holding you to his chest. He inched your hand upward until you were once more cradling his face, this time more completely. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed again.

“This is wonderful,” he whispered, more so to himself than to you. You smiled, practically exuding happiness. Even without his abilities, Jasper would have picked up on your joy. His eyes opened, burning low with calm enjoyment, his lips pulling upwards at the corners, lifting his features from the stoic you were used to. “Y/n, words cannot express…” his voice trailed off, his unoccupied hand reaching to your waist, his palm smoothing over your hip. “I hope you can understand me when I tell you that I haven’t felt this human in a very long time.” He paused, drifting closer to you, his chest resting against yours. How strange, this proximity was. You weren’t complaining, of course, but to see Jasper so… uninhibited, so free, it was something foreign to you. He hadn’t been this close to you, even when he shot through the forest with you in his arms. No, he was restrained, pulling away from you, if subtly. Now, however, he was close enough to breath you in, to count your eyelashes, to snap your neck, maybe, but more importantly, he may be close enough to kiss you. His voice filtered through the mayhem that was your mind, his smile tainting his tone with a lightweight dye, granting feathers to his tone and flight to his words. “It has been too long since I’ve last allowed myself…” he trailed off, shaking his head in wonder, his smile growing. “And to feel what you’re feeling! Y/n, you can’t imagine how I feel. I could sing.” At this, you laughed, a motion that brought you closer to him, somehow. Perhaps he had pulled you in, you couldn’t tell, but he was accepting of your shift.

“Yes, I’m sure that’d be quite the performance, Jas-” His thumb pressed against your lips, silencing your speech. The unimaginable smoothness of his skin stroked over your lower lip as his fingers tangled in your hair, his body pressing more securely against your own. Your heart raced in your chest, colour rushing to paint your cheeks. He smiled, his eyes closing as he read the erratic rate of your heartbeat, nodding his head slowly.

“I could think of much better things to do with my time. For example…” He ducked his face to yours, resting his forehead against your own, pausing for a moment a mere second away from your lips. His jaw clenched once before the sweet perfume of his steady exhale billowed over your face, enveloping you in indescribable scents. You scarcely had time to decipher exactly what Jasper smelled of before his marble lips were moving against your own. He was careful in his movements, reminding you without words of the precautions you had to take when you recalled enough sense to return his kiss. He angled his face to better mold to yours as his hands tilted your lips to his mouth, securing your body to his as fully as he dared explore. Your mind was absorbed in all things Jasper, from the pinpoints of light that continued to dance from his skin and shone through the darkness of your eyelids, the delectable cologne of his body, the way his height sheltered you from the rain. It was glorious, it was heavenly, and it was over far too soon for your liking. Jasper detached himself, taking a few steps backward, applying that familiar distance once more. The sun disappeared behind a darker, murkier cloud, and the diamonds of Jasper’s complexion went back into hiding. He smiled, warming you despite the chill of his open palm. “Now you know why we can’t go to school on days like this,” he joked, his voice lifting effortlessly as he laughed. You joined him, lacing your fingers through his, your hands suspended between you as you walked back beneath the trees. Your heart was singing, even if Jasper wouldn’t. You’d never been happier than you were in that moment.

You hadn’t known it when you left, but you could have very well gone with Jasper out of love. After all, time meant nothing to an immortal.

The Arrangement: Chapter Ten

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! Thank you to everyone for being so patient for this chapter :) 

I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

Masterlist

Originally posted by pixelrey

“What did you just say?”

You shrugged, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes you did. You said—” He sighed, “Never mind. Just get in to the Shuttle.”

“W-who’s Ben?” You couldn’t help yourself from asking.

You noticed Kylo shudder slightly at the sound of that name being spoken by you, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop saying that name,” he sneered.

He was keeping something from you, and it was as if this planet was reminding him of exactly what that was. Perhaps it was curiosity getting the better of you, but you needed to find out what he was hiding.

“Whoever he is, he must mean an awful lot for you to act like this,” you remarked.

“Enough!” Kylo scolded you, his hand flying up towards you. In an instant, you felt your throat muscles start to constrict. The surprise of his actions quickly washed over you as began to struggle for air.

You narrowed your eyes on his figure; you knew this wasn’t a test. He could quite easily end your life in that very moment caught up in such anger towards you.

But that was it. The very same emotions coursing through him were also flowing through you. You own frustration towards Kylo for lying to you, for wanting to hurt you like this. It was enough for you to fight back.

You felt Kylo’s Force grip on your throat loosen as you directed your own energy towards his hand. With each passing moment, your breathing became steadier as you mentally released his hold on you. You let out a large gasp when you freed yourself, catching your breath as fast as you could before scowling at him.

“Don’t pry into matters that do not concern you, Princess,” Kylo told you, as if the exchange between you had not just happened.  

Something in you snapped at his words and in a flurry of movement, you watched as Kylo staggered backwards before falling to the ground with an invisible push.

“Don’t you dare do that to me again,” you spat before storming off towards the ramp of the Shuttle.

Kylo groaned as he watched you push past him. He stood up quickly, brushing the snow from his robes as he continued walking in the opposite direction to the Shuttle.

He hated himself for how he had reacted. You were naturally inquisitive; surely he would know that by now. But he couldn’t possibly have imagined you ever having the slightest inkling about his past, let alone saying his old name. He knew you didn’t realise what you were saying. How could you when rarely shared anything personal with you?

Kylo quickly snapped himself from those thoughts. You were his apprentice, nothing more. He owed you nothing. And yet he couldn’t help but feel as if you were the one person he should share his past with.

But he knew he couldn’t. If you ever learned about his past, he was certain you wouldn’t forgive him for what he had done.

Kylo’s attention quickly reverted back to reality when his boot hit against something hard. He looked up to see the entrance of an ice cave and frowned. He hadn’t noticed the cave when he first set off. Exactly how long had he been walking for?

He turned around, ready to head back towards the Shuttle before he felt a shift in the Force. It was like something was calling out to him. No, someone. Kylo could recognise your presence in the Force in a heartbeat, and before he could think further, his legs were already in motion as he entered the cave to search for you.

How had you gotten in here? Kylo’s gaze darted frantically through the cave. He felt the pull strengthen as he walked further inside and his hand hovered over his lightsaber as he readied himself for whatever danger you might be in.

But when he turned the corner, expecting to see you, there was nothing. And yet he still felt the pull in the Force. It had to be you, he was certain of it.

“Princess?”

Silence.

“…Y/N?”

Kylo was about to call for you again before his eyes landed on something glittering faintly in the ground. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the small Kyber crystal wedged between the snow. Hesitantly, he reached out for it. It had been his understanding that these crystals had been entirely harvested by the Empire decades ago. And yet the energy he felt within it was undeniable.

He took it in his hands slowly so as not to damage it. And that’s when he felt it; the crystal was calling out for you. It had not been your presence that he had felt, but rather the pull of the crystal towards you.

Kylo furrowed his eyebrows. He felt the same pull towards this crystal as you did. As if you were projecting your Force energy on to him. But you weren’t nearly far enough in to your training to have even started to explore that sort of power.

Such a connection between could only suggested one thing. He cleared that thought from his head.

No. Surely this did not mean that you were developing a Force bond, at least not after just over a month of training together.

Suddenly his mind recalled when you had uttered his old name. It was so innocent. So naïve. And yet it made him livid hearing you say it in that moment. Why did he care so much that you had spoken his old name?

Kylo realised now that beneath all that anger, he was disguising something far more devastating… he was in pure anguish. In another life, Ben Solo might have been able to love you. To care for you the same way that Kylo could see you were starting to care for him. But these were different times. Different circumstances.

You were Kylo’s wife, certainly. But he had come into your life out of desperation for the First Order’s cause, not out of love.

He couldn’t give you the answers you craved, nor could he pretend that he wasn’t hiding them from you. And yet he was torn between confessing it all to you and keeping it from you forever. Unsure of what would be better for you.

Kylo scowled at that thought. He hated this planet. It was toying with his thoughts. His thoughts about you. As he held the crystal in his hand, it was as if he could feel a part of Ben coming back to life within him. As if you were bringing that part of him back to life. A part that cared about others, that wanted to help others.

He knew what he had to do now. If this truly was a Force bond developing between you, he knew the Supreme Leader would have sensed it too. This bond would be invaluable to your training, making you stronger than Kylo had initially foreseen.

He closed his fingers around the crystal, pocketing it quickly before exiting the cave. He needed to get back to you. Kylo felt his boots trudge faster through the snow. A sudden eagerness to return to you coursed through him, to share this new revelation.

His face was probably the last one in the galaxy you wanted to see right now, but Kylo brushed the thought away. He couldn’t afford to have you constantly doubting your trust in him if you truly shared this bond. You deserved the truth, even if it ultimately drove you away.

For the first time since joining the Dark Side, Kylo could feel a true sense of purpose, and he owed that to you.


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Do you have any Zukka fic recs? All these posts are starting to make me ship it. (Honestly, it's a wonder I didn't ship it before- my one requirement for a ship is "person A makes person B happy", and Sokka would definitely make Zuko happy.)

I’ll tabletop you any day

The Usual Reasons

Silk

Borderlines

For Peace and Zuko

the mountain range of your left-side brain

The Perfect Distraction

retrospect

To My Favorite Fire Lord

Quit your life and come train Pokemon.

How Zuko Kind of Maybe Starts Accidentally Dating the Water Tribe Peasant

fumbling towards ecstasy

Boys & Swords

A Measure of Affection

The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn

Toph, the Matchmaker

challenging

To See the Campfires

Something Good Can Work

Kidnapping Isn’t All Its Cracked Up To Be (It’s Better)

A Learning Experience

Under Wicked Sky

You’re My Everything

Dedicated to the wonderfully talented @ellen-reincarnated1967​. Love you Andi <3

Sam x Reader

Summary: After a hard day of dealing with crappy colleagues, shitty people in public, reader comes home to her boyfriend Sam. And he just always seems to have the right words to say to her.

WARNING: ALL THE FLUFFINESS, A BIT OF ANGST, SELF DEPRECIATION, SELF ESTEEM ISSUES

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

You’d had it.

You wanted nothing more than to quit your job. Quit your life. Just give up. Why were people so goddamn mean

I mean seriously, you thought while riding the bus on the way home, if they had a reason, then fine. Whatever, be a jerk. But these asshats are dicks just to be dicks. Why me? 

The bus finally stopped at your stop, about two blocks away from the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Sam Winchester. You were hoping he was at least willing to hear you vent and rant about how your life sucked. You were half hoping he didn’t leave you too. It seemed all you did lately was whine about how life was unfair and you wouldn’t blame him in the slightest if he decided he’d had enough.

You expected to come home and see some reorganization. Sam did have a bit of an OCD streak from time to time. But you did not expect to see the apartment in the most immaculate condition since you’d moved there. Everything was clean, right down to the tops of all the bookshelves and fireplace mantle. Sam was tall enough to reach it so it’s not like it was impossible. And everything had a lemon-mint scent to it. In fact, the entire apartment did. That was, until you entered the kitchen. It smelled of the cooking your mother used to make for you. And everyone knew you had a kink for anything pasta.

Wait. You took that back. What Sam was wearing was completely unexpected. He was dressed in his Fed costume he used to wear when he went on a hunt. Damn he looked sharp. “Good evening, my beautiful love.“

You slipped off your blazer and your heels and approached him. “Sam! This place looks amazing. Everything sparkles! What’s all this? I planned on ordering a pizza tonight. I’ve had another rough day.“ you said that last sentence without looking at him, suddenly becoming very interested in how many squared were in the linoleum kitchen floor.

“I know you’ve had it rough. And I know how people for some reason love to pick on you. So, I decided.“ He cleared his throat. “Since you won’t let me hunt them all down and put them out of their, and your, misery like any other monster hunt,“ you had to chuckle a bit. He was always so protective of you. “I figured I’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated. Like a queen. No! A Goddess.“

You were stunned. Sam went out of his way to show you that you still mean so much to him. It made you tear up. But just a small tear brought up the storm of emotions that you’d been bottling up inside for the last several days. You started balling. He was immediately in front of you, taking you into his strong arms and allowing you to sob horrible fits of sadness into his suit covered chest. He smoothed your hair and rubbed large circular patterns on your upper back.

“What’s wrong baby?“ he said softly.

“Tell me….why?“ you managed to say before you hiccuped.

“Why….what?“

“Why are you so good to me? Why did you go through all this trouble for someone who’s been so negative lately?“ you were about to start crying again when he took your face into his hands and looked you directly in the eyes.

“Because you’re my everything, Y/N. When we started dating, I knew you were special. And I also knew that, like every other person out there, you had some quirks to go with the perks. I accept you for exactly the person you are. And I’ll always be here for you. I mean, what’s the point of being in a strong relationship if I’m only around for the good times?“

Your tears managed to dry up instantly. There he is, you thought smiling. There’s the Sam Winchester I fell in love with.

“C’mon, the spicy shrimp alfredo I made for you is getting cold. You can tell me all about your day over dinner. Look,” he released you and showed you a bottle of wine. You gasped in delight. “They had your favorite at the market today!”

He pulled out your chair for you, made sure you were settled in, then dimmed the lights, and lit a few candles at the table. Everything was in perfect order. He dished out food onto plates for the two of you and poured you both a glass of your favorite Shiraz. You took a swig of it and savored it’s cumin and black tea flavors and persistent blackberry plum aftertaste.

“So,“ you began as Sam began digging into his meal, making sure to keep his eyes on you as often as he could, “It all began this morning when Charlotte mentioned a rumor about me…“

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A/N:  fucking love this what the fuck. suddenly 2k words. i have to remember to keep doing this format so people on mobile can read answered requests :P

also, surprise!

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Originally posted by simplyct

thought of u lol

You couldn’t stop the short laugh that escaped you at the sight of the meme that popped up on your phone. You coughed to try and cover it up, but it didn’t matter how convincing it was, your wide smile was a pretty tell-tale sign.

Keep reading

Friends to lovers!au: Taeil

Masterlist

• oops this turned into a full blown series 

• next up is our comforting oldest hyung/hidden funny guy/surprisingly aggressive Moon Taeil because you know he’s a full on mood maker at the dorms

• let’s go let’s go let’s gooo

• okay so you meet Taeil at a cram school when you’re studying to get into university

• you kinda just see him around and he smiles softly at you every time he sees you but conversation never really happens because all of you are focused on one thing and one thing only

• well, Taeil’s a little worried about something else because this was when he was trying to figure out what he really wanted - university or singing?

• but no one around him really knows this so he keeps his head in his books and his worries to himself

• meanwhile you’re not even sure you’re good enough to pass, let alone get into a prestigious university

• one day the stress gets a little too much and it was another difficult day and its late and you find yourself just crying on the train home

• you look up to see taeil looking at you a little worriedly, because he doesn’t know you well enough to go over but he’s too nice to just let you stay there when you’re obviously distressed

• and you’re a little bit embarrassed someone caught you so you try to give him an “i’m okay” smile but somehow you end up crying harder

• and taeil, bless him, decides that you probably need a comforting presence right now so he’s scoots over and employs his special “pat pat” ability to make you feel better (please go watch the vlive with winwin, jaehyun and doyoung because this was valuable information)

• and weirdly enough it works! once you’ve stopped hiccuping you start to feel a little embarrassed so you make a generic comment about schoolwork and all that jazz

• but moon taeil with his sympathetic smile somehow makes you feel comfortable enough to ask for his name and you two are making small talk for the rest of the journey

• and the next day you seek him out and give him some snacks, “as a thank you and to keep you going”

• he’s actually really touched and from that day on you were friends and study buddies

• you both tutor each other on your weak subjects and encourage each other when it seems like it’s just easier to move to Iceland to become an isolated sheep herder (👀👀👀 incorrect-nct-quotes coming thru)

• and before you know it it’s finally Time. the big test you’ve been busting your asses off for and you and taeil wish each other luck and try not to vomit in the exam hall

• when you come out you turn to him and ask if he wants to come to your place to eat your feelings out in front of the TV

• taeil’s taken aback but he’s also so!!! happy that your friendship will continue past the dark days so he accepts and both of you eat your body weight in junk food that night

• fast forward to results and you’ve got the paper in your hand and your mouth open because holy shit you actually made it what sorcery is this?

• and taeil’s made it too!!! but when you hug him in congratulations you realise….he’s not quite as happy as you’d expect

• so you drag him away and ask what’s wrong? and he tells you about his dilemma

• you’re quiet for a minute and taeil’s like…what should I do, I trust your opinion, what do you think is the right choice?

• your advice is to choose what feels natural and we all know he ends up accepting the offer and you’re secretly relieved but also slightly guilty and you don’t know why

• AND THEN we all know what he chooses, and he calls you up in the middle of the night and you’re quiet for a lot longer than a minute this time

• and half of you wants to be heartbroken because taeil…kind, intelligent taeil….isn’t going to be quite as much in your life as you’d like anymore

• but the other half can hear the happiness in his voice so you’re like?? this isn’t about me and you congratulate him wholeheartedly and tell him he’s going to be going places

• after you hang up you sit in the dark for an hour and you’re still upset and it takes a while to figure out why

• “oh shit” - you, as you reach your conclusions

• but life goes on and you keep busy and so does taeil, and you tell yourself to move on so you go on dates every now and again

• but tbh you’re not that interested in dating as a whole and you’d rather focus on your studies…or so you’ve convinced yourself

• both of you remember each other though and make it a point to meet up when you can and sometimes he still helps you with work

• you jokingly buy him a month’s supply of protein shakes when he tells you he’s gonna start going to the gym

• but then it becomes less funny when you realise…okay he’s getting quite toned, this wasn’t supposed to happen

• and taeil is lowkey hoping you’d notice but you pretend you don’t so…but you definitely did and you’ve been training yourself to look down or straight into his eyes because you need to f o c u s

• you’ve never forgotten the time he’d been sympathetic to you on that train so one day when he reaches his breaking point, you’re there the same way he was for you

• and taeil’s glad, but now he’s got another issue - he’d been so focused on achieving his dream he’d completely shut out a lot of other things…like the way you would give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, or how you’d nudge him gently when you’re making a joke so he would smile

• and now it’s his turn to sit in the dark while he comes to grips with these revelations

• “oh SHIT” - taeil, when he comes to his conclusions

• and now both of you are blissfully unaware of each other yet hyper aware of each other and it would have been the most dramatic thing ever if you both hadn’t been lowkey people anyway

• and then!! Taeil finds out he’s going to debut and you find yourself being woken up by another phone call at 3am

• “please fix your sleeping sched-” but you’re cut off by vicious sobbing on the other end

• and you panic but it’s all cleared up and now you’re crying happy tears for him too

• “it really is like living with animals” - yuta, when he’s woken up by the noise while he’s in aNOTHER ROOM

• one more thing…it was late and you were groggy but you could’ve sworn you heard him say “I love you” in between the incoherent noises….taeil denies it though and you have no choice but to shrug it off

• but it sticks with you for weeks…and taeil is internally slapping himself because he can’t believe it slipped out

• it all comes to a head when he’s finally debuted

• and you make sure you go to his stage to cheer him on

• taeil looks for you in the crowd and it calms him when you make eye contact and give a discreet thumbs up

• he honestly gives the performance of his life and you almost forget to breathe he’s so good??

• aND THEN thank the universe for adrenaline and split second decisions because afterwards taeil is riding the post-show high and you’ve made your way backstage to meet him

• you’re surprised by the energy behind his hug, he damn near lifts you clear off the ground and spins you around and while you’re still disoriented he pulls you in again to kiss you

• if it had been any other time, there would’ve been a hesitation but in that moment? taeil just knew

• then he doubly knew when you wrap your arms around him for another kiss - you can feel him smiling and it just makes your heart beat that much faster

• even if everything seemed like a blur in those 30 seconds, you’re just very aware of feeling safe in his arms

• it’s so sweet that the rest of NCT save (the majority of) their smartass comments till later

• jaehyun and doyoung enjoy recounting the story afterwards and tend to add embellishments, until they swear up and down that you both gave Shakespearean length speeches and shed a few tears before leaning in

• taeil’s just like :-) I could lift both of you without breaking a sweat

• your relationship is super sweet but also has a hidden savage side - like when you tease him about being spotted with his scooter on the train

• taeil: “well, we’ll get matching scooters when we get married”

• you: “what”

• him: “what”

In Order To Save Him

Requested

*Warning: timelines are a MESS

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“How did you find me?”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have something I need.”

The long-haired, Mountain Man tipped back in his chair. “And what exactly is that?”

“The Mark.”

Cain narrowed his eyes. “And what would a girl like you want with that?”

“I need revenge. I need to kill something.”

“Sorry. This isn’t something to use for revenge and then quit. It’ll take over your life. Whoever hurt your little feelings will just have to get away with it.”

You bit your lip, your hands balling into fists, nails biting into your palms. “You know I’m a Winchester, right?”

“So?”

“So you know that what I’m going after isn’t small bananas. There’s too much evil out there for me to waste my time on insignificant specks.”

Cain couldn’t help but be entertained. “So what are you going after?”

“An archangel.”

“That’s a big fish to fry.” Cain leaned forward. “Mind if I ask which one?”

“Lucifer.”

To say that he was surprised would be a slight understatement. “Why?” was the only word he could form.

“He killed Gabriel.”

“The Trickster? Why should that matter to you? Didn’t he mess with your brothers?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest; Cain had already chastised you for ‘getting your feelings hurt’. What would he say if you told him that Lucifer had killed the love of your life?

You didn’t have to say it.

“Oh,” Cain said, eyes trailing over you. “I see.”

“Will you help?”

Cain stood, wandering over to the kitchen window. Looking out, he couldn’t help but remember the day he’d locked himself away in this cabin. Lucifer had ruined his life, including giving him the damn Mark he’d become known for. If you thought you could find him and take care of him…

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes.”

Cain turned around. “Why?”

“You already–”

“I can see your heartbreak. But there’s also something else haunting you. What is it?”

You said nothing, not wanting to bring back the memories of that awful experience.

“Come on. Why are you so–”

“Because somehow, when Gabriel died, a time loop opened up and I was stuck, reliving that awful moment over and over and over!” You glared at Cain. “My brothers said it was just a dream, a nightmare that I was stuck in when I slipped into a coma, having been thrown into a wall during the actual fight. But…” You shook your head. “I know what I felt, what I went through. I was stuck in that moment, watching Gabriel die over and over, knowing that he was going to leave and not being able to do a damn thing about it!”

Cain was quiet for a moment. “How many times?”

You shook your head again. “At least a hundred.”

Cain nodded, more to himself than to you. “You honestly think you can find Lucifer?”

“I have to.”

“And you’re going to kill him?”

You nodded.

“It’s going to take a lot to track him down.”

“Which is why I’m going back.”

“Back where?”

“Back when. I’ve looked into it—since I had an issue with time recently, being stuck in that loop, it’ll be easier for me to open up a channel to the past.”

Cain narrowed his eyes. “Your brothers can’t approve of this.”

“They don’t know.”

Cain considered his options. “Your brothers will kill me if they find out I’ve given you the Mark.”

“The Mark is the least of their worries.”

Cain knew you wouldn’t leave until you’d gotten what you’d come for. And you were worthy of it…

“Fine,” he said. “But before I give you the Mark, you have to listen to everything I tell you. I want to make sure you absolutely understand what you’re getting into.”

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You rolled your sleeve down over the Mark, feeling it burning in your skin. You looked around, knowing the area but still feeling like a stranger. You wondered if everyone could smell the 2017 on you.

You crossed the street to the diner where you knew Gabriel would be. You were about to step in when you saw someone coming towards you.

That someone was… you.

You ducked down into the bushes, watching as 2014 you exited the diner, crossing the parking lot to your beat up clunker. Once past you had driven off, you stepped into the diner, walking briskly to the booth where Gabriel sat. You slid in across from him.

“Sorry, this…” Gabriel studied you for a moment. “Wait a minute. Y/N? Why’d you change your clothes? And when did you get your hair cut?”

“April.”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side.

“Of 2017.”

“What?”

“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time to explain…”

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Gabriel couldn’t believe it.

You’d taken the Mark of Cain in order to travel back in time and team up with Gabriel in order to take down Lucifer before he killed Gabriel.

This was too much.

It took careful treading on Gabriel’s part, to never mention future you to past you. He had to continue to meet up with past you, lest you should become suspicious. He would meet with past you for lunch or dinner; afterward, he would meet up with you to devise a plan.

The air about future you was… scary, dark. You were determined and even though you tried to hide it, Gabriel had caught glimpses of the Mark, glowing angrily against your skin.

And this plan of yours, to kill Lucifer… Gabriel was all for self-preservation, but could he really kill his brother? Besides, wouldn’t that mess with the path of time? Surely his death threw some sort of plan into motion. Who was he to stand in the way?