Had this idea while I was at my own New Year’s Eve party. I just thought it’d
be kinda cute and Raph is my fave, so…
Being the girlfriend of a
giant mutant turtle wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t exactly be a couple in
public without someone freaking out. But you didn’t mind it. You loved him too
much to be concerned with the thoughts of others. Raph, on the other hand,
wanted more than anything to be able to be with you anywhere and anytime he
wanted to. This included your yearly New Year’s Eve party.
He promised it was all
right if he didn’t see you until New Year’s Day, that you would celebrate with
him then, but inside, it hurt. He wanted you to be able to have fun with your human
friends, but he also wanted to celebrate with you. Luckily for him, Donnie was
cooking up a temporary fix for that problem…
You buzzed around your
apartment before the guests arrived, setting up drinks and snacks and setting
the TV to the right channel. You set the party playlist and did some
last-minute cleaning and whatnot. Soon, your friends rolled in. Some sat on the
couch and watched the countdown to the new year, others danced in the middle of
your living room. You flitted from group to group, trying to entertain your
After a few hours, the
doorbell rang. You were met with four new faces. Unfamiliar, but very handsome.
And something about the colors of their t-shirts was slightly…hmm…no, it couldn’t
be. Your quizzical expression got a few smirks and chuckles out of them. They
watched the wheels turn behind your dazzling eyes.
“It’s almost like ya don’t
recognize us, (Y/N).” Said the sandy-haired green-eyed hunk in the bright red
t-shirt. He smirked at you with a look that was all too familiar.
“Raph?” Your voice came out as a broken whisper. His handsome smile
confirmed your suspicions. “What are you doing here? Like…this?”
“Couldn’t miss New Year’s
Eve with ya, could I?” He wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer than
he had ever been able to before. He could get used to this. “So, you got room
for four more?”
“Come on in guys!” You
led them inside. “Hey everyone, meet my friends Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and Leo!”
your friends waved and smiled. The other guys went off to mingle with your
friends, but Raph stuck by your side, his five human fingers interlocking with
“Oh so this is the elusive boyfriend (Y/N)’s best friend has yet to meet.” Your BFF
Lindsey walked up and shot you a playful glare. “I’m Lindsey. You must be
“I am. Nice to meet ya.”
“You better not break her
heart, pretty-boy, or I’ll break you.” She threatened. Raph chuckled and
offered a charming smile.
“No need ta worry about
that. I love ‘er too much for that.” His green eyes fixed on yours, causing
your cheeks to flush and a smile to grace your lips. “I’m a lucky guy.”
After you were done
talking to Lindsey and introducing Raph to a few other people, Raph sat on the
couch beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. He wasn’t used to
being so small. You weren’t used to him being human. It was weird.
“This isn’t permanent, is
it?” You asked quietly, one of your hands raking through his soft locks. Raph
shook his head, preparing for your disappointment. You smiled softly and leaned
up to kiss his cheek. “Good.”
“This is nice -and
handsome, don’t get me wrong- but it’s not you. I love you. Shell and all.” You blushed at what you were going to say
next. Leaning into his ear, you whispered. “And if we’re being honest, I’m kind
of in love with the way your scales feel against my skin and your height and
your muscles and your green fingers and feet and your plastron and snout and
basically everything. I’m in love with you,
Raphael. Whether you look like this or that, I will wake up tomorrow and the
next day and every day after loving you even more than the day before.”
He had never smiled so
bright, kissing your lips, long and soft and gentle. You melted into it, hands
framing his face as his hands held your hips. He pulled away to rest his
forehead against yours. His green eyes seemed to peer into your soul.
“I love you too.” He
pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “God, I love ya.”
Around you, the people
watching the countdown began shouting the numbers as the minutes became
seconds. And as the new year rolled in, your lips were on his once again. You couldn’t
wait to spend another year with Raph.
Hey y’all! I just started this account a few days ago. This is my first imagine so I hope you all like it. It’s pretty lengthy, fair warning. Also, feel free to request anything!
Warning: Smut, Swearing Word Count: 3,582
6 months. It’s been 6 months since you’ve been broken up with your ex-boyfriend, Isaac Lahey. You spent countless nights crying your self to sleep, wondering where everything went wrong. As far as you knew, things were perfect. You were both so in love, or at least you were. Isaac made things easier. The grass was greener, the sky was bluer and there was a certain brightness that resonated within you whenever you were with him. It’s scary to be that in love, to base your happiness solely on one person. Maybe you knew from the beginning that, that was a bad idea. You just ignored it because the way your heart beat in your chest whenever you saw Isaac smile or the way you felt so safe when he wrapped his arms around you were good enough reasons for you.
He left you without a valid reason and that is what hurt you the most. He left for France without even telling you that, that was where he was going. The words “I just need to focus on myself” echoed in your mind almost every sleepless night. What kind of reason was that? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong. Were you too clingy? Did he find someone better? God, you hoped not. The thought of another girl kissing him and staring into his oceanic eyes while he said he loved her almost made you sick to your stomach. You felt pathetic for pinning over him months after he left. No calls, no texts, nothing…for all you knew, he could be dead.
Allison and Lydia, the two greatest friends you could ever ask for, were tired of seeing you in such a broken state. It broke their hearts to see you lifelessly go through the motions of the day, the same dull look in your eyes. Every day, they tried and tried to make you feel better but unfortunately, nothing seemed to work. You wished you could find a way to be happy again but every time you began to feel a sense of yourself again, something as simple as the color blue to match Isaac’s eyes would send you on a downward spiral again.
One day, your best friends had finally had enough of your wallowing in your sorrows.
“Get up. We’re going to a party.” Allison demanded, barging in your room as if it was her room too. Her and Lydia were both carrying bags from Forever 21, a look of pure determination painted on both of their faces.
You looked up from the book you reading, one of the only distractions you had to offer yourself. “A party? I don’t think so.” You said simply, returning your attention back to your book.
Lydia plopped herself down on your bed and practically tore the book from your hands. “No, Y/N, you’re going and there is nothing you can do or say that will allow us to let you stay in tonight.”
You groaned, rolling over in your bed. You placed your hands over your face and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m really not up for this and you know that.”
“Look, I know that it’s been tough. I know that you’re still hurting but it’s been 6 months. You can’t let your life stop over a broken heart.” Allison began, taking a seat next to Lydia. “It sucks but you eventually have to move on.”
You knew she was right and you hated her for it. “Can’t I just have one more day of wallowing in my self-pity?”
Lydia shook her head. “Absolutely not. You’ve had enough time.” She stood up abruptly and practically dragged you out of bed. “Now, come on, Allison and I bought some really cute outfits for tonight.”
It took everything in you to actually put effort into getting ready. Going to a party was the last thing on your list of things you wanted to do to recover from your broken heart. However, you knew that Allison and Lydia were not about to let you get away with staying home another night. If you can’t beat them, might as well join them, right?
It took about a solid two hours, but you were finally all ready to go out. Putting make up back on your face and wearing more than just a sweat shirt and sweat pants put a little color back in your eyes. Honestly, you were slightly excited to go out and that surprised you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. The three of you piled into Allison’s car and headed to whatever party they were taking you too.
“Wait, where exactly are we going?” You piped up, the realization that they could very well be kidnapping you settling in. They were your best friends, so they probably wouldn’t do that but you never know.
“Stiles convinced Derek to allow him to throw a party in his loft.” Lydia answered excitedly.
Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. “Are you kidding?”
She shook her head. “Nope. It took awhile but eventually he just gave in.”
You settled back against the seat, clearly impressed. You would have to congratulate Stiles for his breakthrough later. In a few short moments, Allison pulled into the parking garage and you headed into Derek’s loft. Anxiety bubbled inside you. You don’t know why but being at a party for the first time in a long time gave you so much anxiety. It’s like you suddenly forgot every social rule in existence. Allison gripped tightly on your hand, probably half because she could sense your anxiety and half because she was scared you would bolt at any second.
You could feel the music pulse through your veins as soon as you were inside the loft. To your surprise, the loft was packed with people. Black and blue lights illuminated the once dull loft. You weren’t even positive that you were in the same pack meeting loft as before. Immediately, Scott jumped up the stairs and placed a sweet kiss on Allison’s lips.
“Welcome to the party, guys.” He smiled. “Nice to see that you got out of bed today.” Scott turned his attention to you and you blushed slightly.
“Thanks.” You replied meekly.
“Come on, let’s dance!!” Stiles made his appearance known. He grabbed both of you and Lydia’s hands and dragged you both to the dance floor. You knew that you would look stupid standing in the middle of the dance floor not dancing. You forced yourself to feel the beat of the music, moving your body. Eventually, you found yourself smiling and having a good time, something you haven’t felt in such a long time.
At some point, a boy with sandy blonde hair and green eyes slid up behind you. Normally, you would have turned him away. There was no way you were looking for another guy and even if it was just dancing. For some reason, you were feeling quite free. You deserved to have a good night and dancing with a guy wasn’t going to kill you.
His hands slid down to your hips and even with the slight uncomfortable feeling that was in your stomach, you kept dancing. You glanced over at Lydia who gave you a thumbs up and mouthed “he’s cute” at you. You smiled back at her and continued to dance. You don’t know how long you dance with this mystery boy when you heard a voice that brought chills to your skin. It was a voice that you were certain you would never hear again.
“I think you’re done here.” The voice said and you looked up to meet eyes with a certain blue ones that made your heart stop.
The boy removed his hands from your hips, a very confused and slightly irritated expression on his face. “What’s your deal, man?”
All Isaac had to do was flash his eyes yellow and the boy was gone in a heartbeat. There you stood in the middle of the dance floor in complete and utter shock. There was no way Isaac was standing in front of you. This had to be some sick, twisted dream that you would wake up from any second. Your eyes trailed over him, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear the music. His hair was shorter and a slight stubble covered his chin. He was too dreamlike to be real. He turned to face you and you looked him in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever.
“Hello Y/N.” He shouted over the music, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Anger suddenly started to boil up inside of you. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up out of nowhere and scaring away the cute boy you were dancing with? He didn’t have a right to do that. He lost his entitlement to you the second he decided you weren’t worth sticking around in Beacon Hills. Part of you wanted to slap him and part of you was still in utter shock that he was standing in front of you.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You shouted, the sharpness of your voice surprising yourself.
“Can we talk?” Isaac ignored your question and asked one of his own. You didn’t really have a chance to respond before he lightly gripped on to your arm and pulled you through the crowd of people. He maneuvered you through the crowd of people and up the stairs to wear his room used to be in the loft. As soon as you reached his destination, he let go of your arm and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“I seriously have no idea what the hell you think you’re doing.” You shouted, clearly aggravated.
“Apologizing.” He stated.
Your eyes widened and you scoffed. “Apologizing? You’re about six months too late.” You responded coolly.
“Y/N, I didn’t know what I was doing back then-” He started but you cut him off.
“That is the stupidest excuse in the book.”
“Please, just let me finish.” He pleaded, taking a step towards you. You immediately took a step back. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I was scared. You deserved a better life than I could give you. By dating me, you got involved with all this werewolf drama and I figured that without me, you’d be safer.”
You almost laughed at his explanation. “Really? You left me because you were scared for my safety? Did it ever occur to you that whether or not you were in my life that I was still going to be involved with all this werewolf stuff? I became best friends with Allison and Lydia. I got super close to Scott and Stiles. Hell, I even clicked with Derek! Regardless if I was with you or not, I’m still going to be surrounded by all of this!”
Isaac just stared at you. He opened his mouth just to close it again. Your rolled your eyes and turned on your heel. Of course he grew quiet. He knew you were right and you definitely knew you were right.
“Where are you going? Back to your new boyfriend?” Isaac responded with an evident bitter tone.
You turned around sharply. “You don’t get to be jealous. You don’t get to be angry over me being with some over boy. You left me, Isaac. You went all the way to France and never once bothered to call or text me. You do not get to show up here, unannounced and be angry. I moved on. Isaac.” You knew you were lying. You hadn’t moved on, not even in the slightest. But you couldn’t let him know that. You couldn’t be weak around him. There was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction that you hadn’t moved on.
“You moved on?” There was a painful twinge in his voice and it made you cringe.
“Yes.” You said softly. You didn’t care if you hurt him. He hurt you far worse.
You heard him step closer to you and this time you didn’t move. “Does he know you as well as I do?” You heard Isaac ask. When you didn’t answer, he took another step forward. You could feel him behind you, the heat radiating off his body. “Does he know how thunderstorms scare you and how laying tightly against someone’s chest is the only way you’ll relax?” Again, you emitted no response.
Isaac got even closer to you, his hands landing on your hips. “Does he know how you can’t sleep unless it is absolutely freezing in your room?” You wanted to respond but you couldn’t. It was like your voice box had ran away, kind of like you wanted to do right now. The grip he hand on your hips grew tighter as he pulled you flush against him, your back touching his chest. He craned his head down, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear.
“Does he know how you like to be touched?” He whispered huskily in your ear. You shivered involuntarily, cursing yourself for having such a reaction to one simple little question. His lips pressed against the side of your neck and they trailed downwards. You wanted to push him off. You shouldn’t have been allowing him to touch you. But of course, your body failed the thoughts in your brain. “Does he know about this little spot on your neck that makes you weak without fail?” He mumbled against your skin before kissing the spot where your neck dips into your collar bone.
His lips brushed up and down your neck and your breathing was sporadic. Your heart pounding so loud that Isaac wouldn’t even need his werewolf hearing to hear it. He hands left your hips and he lightly trailed his fingers up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine. His lips latched on to that one spot on your neck and you knew you were completely gone. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, a slight moan escaping from your mouth. You could feel him smile in satisfaction against your skin.
Isaac moved away from your neck and swiftly turned you around. His hands cupped your face and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melted in his arms, his lips molding so perfectly to yours. So much time had passed and he still knew exactly how you liked to be kissed. His hands left your face and trailed down to the back of your thighs. He tapped them slightly, signalling for you to jump up. You jumped and he hoisted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
He pressed you against the wall, a moan coming from you at the sudden coldness against your back. He attacked your neck with kisses, trailing farther and farther south. Your fingers racked through his short curls, earning a shiver from him. Isaac pushed you both off the wall and carried you to his old bed, gently plopping you down before crawling on top of you. He kissed you again, the passion making the blood pump faster through your vein. His hands slid underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and breaking the kiss. Isaac began to kiss down your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and reaching behind your back to un-clip your bra.
He tossed your bra somewhere, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimpered softly, shutting your eyes tightly. He sucked on your one nipple while his hand pinched at the other one. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Feeling Isaac touch you like that again was sending you in complete oblivion. Isaac trailed kissed from your chest down to the waistband of your jeans, carefully un-doing them and pulling them down your legs, followed by your panties.
You were completely exposed to him and even though this wasn’t the first time, you felt self conscious. Who knows what other girls he was with while in France? His eyes raked over your body and all you could think about was how he was surely comparing your body to the other girls he had been with. Almost as if he was reading your mind, he whispered a sincere “Christ, you are so fucking beautiful.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up and he smiled before kissing up and down your inner thigh. You were throbbing at this point, so complete desperate for some kind of relief. 6 months was a long time without sex, especially with Isaac. He slowly kissed up, the anticipation building with each kiss that was closer to your core. You were a mewling mess. “Please Isaac, just stop teasing me.” You begged.
You could feel him smirk against your inner thigh before finally you felt his lips on the place you needed him the most. He licked expertly against your clit. You arched your back, moaning his name. With every suck and lick, he brought you closer to the edge, your toes digging into the sheets of the bed. Without warning, he slid a finger inside of you, curling up in just the right way. You were so close. “Oh my g-god.”
Isaac could feel you clenching around his finger. He added a second one, lightly scraping his teeth against your clit. Within seconds, you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm spread through your entire body, your legs shaking as Isaac allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Once your body stopped convulsing, he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. He undid his belt and pulled off the remaining garments.
He hovered over you, resting his forehead against yours. You could see the lust swirling around in his eyes but this was so much more than just make-up sex. He still looked at you the way he did the first night he ever told you he loved you. Your heart swelled up and you swore you had stopped breathing.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked, slightly panting.
You nodded. Isaac searched your eyes for any sign of doubt and when he didn’t see any, he kissed you passionately, positioning himself at your instance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside and you both moaned simultaneously. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to the feeling before he began thrusting in and out. You scratched your nails down his back, your moans and his groans bouncing off the concrete walls. The other werewolves in the loft could probably hear you guys but you didn’t care.
“I forgot how you could you felt.” Isaac grunted, speeding up his movements.
With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that edge again. Isaac’s eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He slipped his hand between the two of you, starting a figure-eight pattern with his fingers on your clit. You moaned loudly and arched your body into his. You felt yourself start to clench around Isaac and his movements began to get sloppy.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m so close..” he moaned breathlessly in your ear.
A few seconds later you felt yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your body like a wild fire. Isaac wasn’t too far behind you, collapsing on top of you. You both were breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. Isaac eventually rolled off of you and you both stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence was overwhelming and the reality of what you just did started to sink in. Guilt and humiliation ran through you. You were supposed to be angry at him. He broke your heart and left you in shambles for six long months for God sakes!
You suddenly shot up, full intentions of leaving before Isaac grabbed your hand. “Y/N, wait.” You relaxed at his touch and slightly adjusted your body so you were facing him. “You don’t know how sorry I am. I know that there is nothing in this world I can do or say that will make up what I did to you but I swear I’m going to die trying.”
The intensity of his words and the look in his eyes told you exactly how he felt. “You broke me, Isaac.”
He sighed heavily. “I know and I’m never going to forgive myself for that. Y/N, please, just give me another chance. There was not a day that went by where I didn’t think of you. I swear I was going crazy without you but I just truly believed you would be safer without me. I still love you and I know that I always will. Just please, let me try and make this right.”
Your heart skipped a beat when he told you he loved you. His pleading eyes were slowly withering you down. “Fine. I’m only allowing this because to be honest, I know that I’m always going to love you too.”
Notes: I wrote this a few days ago, I’ve been ill so I haven’t written anything since Saturday so I’ll get the anon request up asap, promise!!
Having suddenly started
to like or love something or someone very much.
Y/N L/N was a shy Y/H who spent most of her free time in the library.
Recently, Remus Lupin from Gryffindor house had started coming to the library
with his friends, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, everyone knew
them, as they were the most popular boys in their year. Amelia started to
notice Remus, he had sandy brown hair and green eyes. Y/N had Y/C hair, and Y/C eyes.
Y/N arrived at the library to start her Potions essay, she got it today but she
wanted to have a free weekend. She noticed Remus come in too, he was in her
class so it wouldn’t be a bad thing to invite him over, would it? “Lupin?
You’re Lupin, right?” She asked timidly. He cracked a smile.
and you’re L/N, F/N L/N.” He replied. She grinned and motioned to
Remus to sit with her. “Working on the Potions essay?” He asked, running a
slender hand through his hair.
unless you give me a reason not to.” She flirted cheekily, shocked that she had
said something like that.
know, my friends make fun of me always coming in here.” Remus said,
absentmindedly. She raised an eyebrow.
that so?” She asked, quizzically.
and you probably realise it’s been a recent hobby of mine.” He said, scratching
the back of his neck.
I have.” Y/N said awkwardly. She didn’t really know how to respond.
uh I’d best be off then.” Remus said awkwardly.
didn’t get a book, or do any homework?” Y/N said, confused.
yes. I’ll start my potions essay too. Amortentia then?” He asked.
what did you smell?” She asked. She’d hoped he would’ve smelled something to do
vanilla, apples and the library.” He said. My
perfume, my shampoo and where I spend most of my time? Y/N thought.
books, and chocolate.” She replied. She was getting the smell of spearmint and
chocolate again, coming from Remus. Little did she know he was smelling vanilla
and apples from her direction.
funny that, isn’t it?” Remus said, grinning at her.
funny?” Y/N asked.
I can smell vanilla and apples coming from you.” He replied bashfully. Y/N grinned.
I can smell spearmint and chocolate coming from you.” She said smiling.
“Well Y/F/N L/N, I am absolutely, positively smitten.” Remus told her.
am I, Remus Lupin. So am I.” She replied, grinning. She put her tiny hands on
his cheeks, she stood on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
a/n: post-reveal, pre-relationship love square shenanigans! a summer fic with all the cliches you can think of: awkward growth spurts, roadtrips, beach trips, bed sharing, midnight kisses, karaoke, and all that fun stuff 😊
Adrien has always had freakishly large hands. It’s one of
the first things that Alya points out to Marinette after she confesses that she
has a huge crush on him, along with his oversized feet.
Marinette points out at the time that it’s probably because
he’s going to end up being tall as his parents; both of who are over six feet tall. She doesn’t point out that she also finds his large, bony hands weirdly
attractive, because even though Alya knows pretty much everything about her
crush, there are a few things that are best kept private, even from the best of
A/N: Hoping to turn this into a series. Hope you guys like it. If you do please let me know and I’ll continue with is. Ready to post part two, just waiting on ya’ll ;)
Y/N/N: Your nick name. Y/F/N: Your first name.
Jensen X Reader
Warnings: None. Right now ;)
Summery: Reader is Jared’s sister. She’s always wanted to try acting and now her big brother is giving her the chance. And when you’re an actress you never know who all you will meet.
To Early. Way to early for my cell phone to be ringing. I flipped back and lifted my head from off of my pillow and reached around for my phone. I blindly reached around my bedside table in my search and didn’t realize how far away my phone actually was. So, in my efforts I ended up on the floor. My head hit, and hit pretty hard might I add, the bedside table, which in turn caused my phone to fall and land right next to my head. I groaned and rolled slightly to reach up and pick it up. I glanced at the caller ID and pressed answer on my cell, “This better be good Jared”, I snapped. “Did I wake you?”, he laughed. “Yes, and I think I have a small concussion”, I said sitting up and rubbing the back of my head. “I’m real sorry Y/N/N, I completely forgot what time it was in Texas.” “Is there an actual purpose to this call big brother?”, I questioned with a yawn. “Oh right! You should come to Vancouver and visit!”, he said happily. “You’re telling me, that you called me at, ” I glanced at the clock, “4 a.m. because you miss me?” “That’s not the only reason. So, listen. I got this part in the new pilot called Supernatural, and we are still in need of another actress for the only female lead and-” I cut him off, “What makes you think I wanna be an actress?” “You’ve said you’d like to give it a shot! Now’s you chance! I’ve read over the part and you’d love it and be a perfect fit!” “Honestly Jared-” “Y/N/N! Come on! Just give it a shot, and if it doesn’t work out, then you can go home to Texas”, he promised. “Fine”, I sighed, “If I do get the part, does this mean we’ll be working together a lot?” “All the time! The three main characters are Sam and Dean Winchester and Elizabeth Emerson”, he said proudly. “I don’t know if I can handle you for that long Jared”, I joked. “Oh whatever, I’m your favorite sibling. So, I’ve already booked your flight and it leaves at 8 a.m. and I’ll be at the airport at noon to pick you up. I usually don’t say this but pack heavy, who knows when you’ll be home again! Bye sis!” *click* Just talking to Jared sometimes makes me wanna take a nap. I groaned and laid my head back down on my hardwood bedroom floor. Jared, my big brother, is this 6'2, twenty-four-year-old, teddy bear, who can’t take no for an answer. I had mentioned once or twice, during holidays, that I wouldn’t mind trying acting, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make a career out of it. Well now big Jare is giving me the chance, I think… I pulled myself from the floor and went to my closet and pulled out my biggest suitcase. I just began throwing clothes into it. I packed the essentials and favorites, everything else I could bye there. I’m still in shock that I’m fixing to do this. Either I was about to be in for a whole new world, or crash and burn and return to my old one. *** Once at the airport I made my way over to the ticket desk. A unhappy looking, dark haired older woman behind the desk and stared into the computer screen just off to her left. “Welcome to Dallas airport . Where will you be heading today?” she asked unenthused. “Vancouver, but my ticket was already purchased a ticket. I just need to pick it up”, I informed her. “Name?”, she asked not even looking up from her screen. “Padalecki. Y/F/N. It’s suppose to be am 8 a.m. flight.” “Found ya.” She printed my ticket and handed it to me. I then made my way over to check my bag and in no time I was standing in line at the terminal, praying that I wouldn’t be stuck next to that person who likes to sleep and lay on people or the baby who screams. “Welcome aboard miss”, she took a look at my ticket, “Padalecki. Oh, you’re first class seating. Just made your way to the front of the plane and your seat is to your right”, she smiled as she handed me my ticket back. “First class?” I questioned, “Dammit Jared”, I cursed under my breath and made my way onto the plane. I quickly found my seat. Right next to the window. I sighed as there was currently no one next to me. Jared, that over caring moose. Just like him to do something like this. No only did he buy my plane ticket, he made it a first class. I mean this is only a four hour flight. My phone buzzed in my bag. I quickly opened my bag and dug threw it and found my phone. It was a text from Jared.
Jared: Hey! Hope you got on the plane okay. Call me when you land. Don’t forget about your on-board bag. See ya soon.
He’s worse than our mother, but I smiled. I turned my phone off and put it back in my bag and got up. I reached above my head and opened the cargo hold above the seats. I pulled my bag from over my shoulder and tired to sick it in the compartment. I was standing on my tip toes and lost my balance and dropped my bag and stumbled. My bag hit the floor and I fell into someone. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry”, I quickly apologized looked up at a man as I straightened up. He chuckled and bent down and picked up my bag and offered it to me, “It’s alright. You tryin’ to put this up here?”, he asked and pointed up to the compartment. “Yeah, I’m to short to reach apparently”, I said shyly looking the man over. He reached up and popped my bag in with no effort. He had short sandy brown hair, green eyes, and a great smile. His shirt raised as he reached up and you could see a little bit of a ‘v’. I felt blush creeping up on my cheeks. He closed the compartment and looked down at me and smiled. “There you go miss”, he said kindly. “Thank you, uh..” “Jensen. Jensen Ackles”, he said and extended a hand. “Y/F/N Padalecki, but you can call me Y/N/N”, I said and shook his hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” a flight attendant said coming up to us, “I need you both to quickly find your seats. We’ll be taking off soon and we need to get everyone seated properly.” “Of course. We were just putting our stuff away”, Jensen told her flashing that smile. She smiled at us and continued on her way. “Better get seated”, I said smiled nervously letting his hand go. “Yeah, guess so”, he smiled. I turned from him and took my seat. I then tried to casually look for him, just out of curiosity. It didn’t long, that’s for sure. He was seated in the row next to me. He saw me and smiled at me. I quickly looked down and blushed. This was going to be long ride. “Please take your seat. Fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly.”
Red opened his eyes and looked around. He was on the beach with all his pokemon in their pokeballs scattered around him. The man sat up and noticed this is the same beach he was on with Green and Sandy until he passed out for some reason.
Red had picked up all his stuff and let Pikachu out of his ball then started to look around the place. It was the same Alolan beach but it felt different. He soon saw Green in the distance. “Green!!” He ran over but found his husband looked younger and taller than normal.