she loves him but she still tells him he's dumb

Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present… fifteen.  the wedding.  the blowout.  boom.  here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly.  but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so.  thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot.  and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing​ ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series.  u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing

warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

Originally posted by satninlove

(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area.  A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids.  Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit.  I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said.  She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep.  Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish.  She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows.  She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again.  There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it.  She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name.  I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying.  “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl.  Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand.  But she walked away from the door anyways.  “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly.  I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh.  I put my hand on the closed doorknob.  I took in a deep breath, and opened it.  Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.


“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say.  It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head.  “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright.  How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was.  He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him.  But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does.  To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said.  Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.


‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly.  “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face.  I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied.  Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie.  I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly.  “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone.  “I have to get back to my bride now.  She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly.  “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times.  He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him.  I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door.  When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look.  I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad.  I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam.  Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said.  He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked.  I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned.  I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly.  Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude.  I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled.  Oops.  “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said.  “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up.  “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys.  And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on.  I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned.  He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him.  “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite.  This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever’s even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me.  I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised.  Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  At the moment anyways.  I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course.  I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no.  At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway.  I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her.  y/n and Allison really did a good job.  She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back.  Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it.  It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.  “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further.  “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room.  It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up.  When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned.  Only to find four pairs of eyes on me.  “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said.  I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me.  “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope.  “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long.  She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said.  He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig.  I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said.  “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance.  I still had a chance.  With y/n, with Madi.  I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little.  y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over.  Behind us, Lydia and Mason.  Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask.  Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last  saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said.  I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac.  Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand.  Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do.  She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck.  Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon.  “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one.  What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically.  Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily.  “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force.  You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight.  You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding.  Do.  You.  Under.  Stand?” 

Liam looked petrified.  But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile.  When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away.  She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play.  Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors.  Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be.  I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear.  Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks.  She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me.  “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.  I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps.  I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces.  A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye.  They were all standing, staring at us.  I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk.  My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly.  We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us.  When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling.  A few moments later, we’d arrived.  Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter.  Scott smiled to each of us.  I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me.  Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly.  She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle.  He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly.  She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways.  She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews.  Until she reached us.  SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi” I whispered back, waving gently as well.  She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience.  Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door.  I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up.  He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head.  I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle.  When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder.  It was a sweetheart neckline.  The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup.  She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on.  Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded.  He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her.  She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly.  “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.  Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that.  “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted.  To be together, to stay together.  You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles.  “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time.  Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.  And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people.  “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat.  I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.  

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear.  You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working.  It’s so noble of you.  I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it.  I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked.  “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment.  “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs.  “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart.  I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked.  Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi.  She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her.  But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well.  I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison.  “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.  

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone.  Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his.  Their first kiss as a married couple.  I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers.  Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five.  I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt.  He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi.  But I felt arms wrap around my waist.  I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned.  I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst.  Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could.  But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles.  He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move.  Just stood there staring at me.  He seemed… disappointed.  “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her.  She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around.  The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me.  “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her.  “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.  Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said.  Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles.  All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier.  It was permanently engraved into my mind.  I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head.  I didn’t know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently.  “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn’t okay.  I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don’t we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot.  Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds.  I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn’t see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia.  Her brows knit together, and I knew that she’d pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.

I don’t know why I wasn’t having fun, it was a party, you’re supposed to have fun.  Its natural instinct.  But I also didn’t feel the need to try to have fun.  The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on.  Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride.  Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view.  Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him.  Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia.  Given I asked her to sit here.  I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me.  Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having.  London, they were going to London.  I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones.  It made me sick to the stomach.  How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment.  I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here.  My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne.  I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways.  The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke.  The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites.  The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there.  Forever.  But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever.  So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous.  Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song.  I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn’t register anything very well.  That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could.  “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour.  “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand.  “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room.  Yes, yes I did.  But I wasn’t going to say that to her.  If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken.  I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist.  He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door.  The cool night air felt good when we went outside.  I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in.  I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady.  I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent.  Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke.  “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly.  I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else.  “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.


“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words.  Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way.  I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle.  “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it.  Oh how my blood boiled.  I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving.  Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head.  But there was still that small spark of hope.  Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face.  This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside.  When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me.  It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long.  Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski.  Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.

I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour.  This was a new record.  I mentally high fived myself and missed.  Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes.  While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity.  I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne.  I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles.  I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan.  They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles.  My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a  matter of seconds.  I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends.  He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor.  As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall.  I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip.  He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others.  His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand.  He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.


“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing.  Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers.  I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi.  I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter.  “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face.  To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room.  But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out.  He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned.  But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass.  I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered.  SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg.  “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here.  The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat.  But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed.  Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him.  I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it.  It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him.  He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”


We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door.  Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion.  One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly.  Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly.  I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here.  I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don’t you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance.  I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle.  She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off.  I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly.  I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him.  “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head.  My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly.  “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths.  “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways.  “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss.  Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine.  “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried.  Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n.  Because there is no one better.  But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was.  Because I wasn’t him.  I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you.  I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.  But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it.  “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac.  That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured.  He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced.  His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck.  Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently.  “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff.  I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little.  “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands.  I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor.  A few feet away from our married friends.  His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand.  I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing.  I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified.  “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet.  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly.  “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.  I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly.  He held me close and it was just a nice silence.  I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace.  Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was.  And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle.  I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head.  I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly.  His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back.  A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily.  I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels.  I waved them off to go dance.  I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands.  She was giggling as he danced all around wildly.  I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water.  Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people.  When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner.  I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks.  “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider.  Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around.  Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was.  “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.

I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room.  Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor.  Stiles grinned and nodded his head.  I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again.  “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn’t expect him to be standing right there.  “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she’s sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear.  I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders.  Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You’re sure… she’s asleep?” I asked between breaths.  He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered.  I pushed him back and in seconds he’d lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.  

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows.  My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further.  Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties.  But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss.  His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh.  It wasn’t so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other’s mouths.  He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress.  His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist.  I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms.  I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.

To say I was out of breath would be an understatement.  To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well.  Now I get why some people say you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt.  Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.  His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin.  We’d been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She’s having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air.  I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I’ll have to be Madi’s favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  “She’ll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head.  “You’re crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine.  I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded.  I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for.  Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

Originally posted by morgenroete

so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok… it’s… it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here.  Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove @taegdcl1018 @peter-andhislostgirls

love you ~ jordie

Barry Allen Deserves Better Than Iris West

I would like to start this off by saying this has nothing to do with Iris’s race or Candice Patton. I don’t know Candice Patton, so I have no real opinion on her. I think she’s a very beautiful woman and she seems nice from her interviews, but other than that, I’ve never met her, so I really don’t know what she’s like. For the record, I don’t really like Iris in the comics either where she is a white woman, so it’s actually how the character always seems to be written and not anything to do with an actress portraying her and it certainly has nothing to do with her skin. Judging someone based off their skin, whether it’s in a positive or negative way is stupid and bigoted and I don’t tolerate it. I only like someone if I think they’re a good person, just like I only dislike someone if I think they’re a bad person. I’ve tried really hard to like Iris and WestAllen, but guess what? I am done. I have been bullied by WestAllen shippers for being a multi shipper, making me question why I ship the pairing at all, and guess what? WestAllen is no longer one of my multiple ships and Iris West is no longer a character I will pretend to like. Who she is as a person is just awful. 

Also, I want to make it clear that I put this in the anti tag, so no one better come along and stupidly accuse me of using their tag, because I didn’t. If you see this post when looking up Iris or WestAllen, it’s probably because of tumblr’s crappy tagging system. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked up anti westallen or anti iris west and have gotten stuff that’s positive about her and the ship. So, why don’t all of you stay out of the anti tag?

So, onto why Iris West is not deserving of Barry Allen. If you’re an Iris West or WestAllen fan, I really don’t recommend reading anymore and if you show up with your comments attacking me for my opinion, I will either ignore you or report you depending on how offensive you are, (because some of you can get REALLY offensive. I’ve had WestAllen shippers come at me with foul language, false accusations, telling me or my family to go die, etc. And they did this without me even saying something negative about their precious Iris. It was just because I made a Snowbarry post since I multi ship and Snowbarry is one of my ships. And as usual, they accused me of putting it in their stupid tag when I didn’t).

Barry Allen deserves far better than Iris West. Honestly, in season one, she had a boyfriend, yet chose to lead Barry on and try to sabotage his relationship with Linda several times in order to keep him as her safety net, her next best thing. She told Linda about his feelings for her, she crashed their date, and flat out told Barry she wasn’t the right one for him. Iris didn’t do this because she wanted Barry to be available so she could be with him, she did it so he’d be available to be her safety net. If Eddie’s love fell through, Barry would always be there to pick Iris West back up and that’s exactly what she wanted. Sure, she cared about him, as he was her best friend, but she treated him rather poorly. She was shallow and selfish and didn’t deserve him in any way. She also wigged out when she found out he was the Flash, but Barry has a right to his personal, private life. Honestly, Iris has kept secrets too. She kept her relationship with Eddie a secret, she kept Joe’s son a secret from him, and she helped keep Barry’s identity as the Flash a secret from Wally, so Iris wigging out because Joe and Barry kept it secret from her when she was constantly putting herself in danger and they were worried about her putting herself in even more, makes her a hypocrite. I also hated it when she just automatically assumed that the only reason Barry went to CCPN was to check on her, when really he had a lunch date with Linda. I was so happy when she looked upset about that, because she honestly deserved it. As if his life revolves around her. She needed to stop assuming things. She also needed to stay out of his love life. He was supportive of her and Eddie, yet she was a bitch about him and Linda. The only time Barry ever tried to pursue her when she was with Eddie was after she confessed to having feelings for him and kissed him in another timeline. And who wouldn’t try to get someone they were in love with most of their life to maybe be with them if they knew that a part of them really did love them that way? Barry had a conversation about it with Iris and she shot him down despite everything she did to his own relationship even after he told her he didn’t have feelings for her anymore. What makes what Barry and Iris did different is he just went and talked to her. He didn’t go sabotaging her and Eddie’s dates nor did he say anything to Eddie about it. And when she shot him down and he realized he was wrong, he went back to always been supportive, something Iris never did for him and Linda. Barry even got on Joe’s case for not giving Eddie his blessing when he wanted to marry Iris. And honestly, I don’t know why Iris told Eddie about that conversation she had with Barry and then expected everything to be cool between the two of them. Was she really surprised Eddie went after Barry? She basically sicced her cop boyfriend on her best friend who he has to work with. Thank God for Caitlin and her lightning psychosis. 

Then on to season two. The only reason Iris decides to get with Barry is because they’re married in the future and they’re married on Earth two. It’s not because she’s actually in love with him, it’s because she wants some fairy tale ending and a bunch of destiny crap rather than forging her own destiny. She is in love with the idea of Barry, not actually with him. This is further proved at the end of season three when the reason she is so upset that Barry is going into the speed force is because ‘they were supposed to have their happen ending’ and ‘she’s ready to be Iris West-Allen’. I also hated it in season two when she is prompting him to start a relationship with her despite the fact that he is in no way ready and his father just died. If it wasn’t for her doing that, maybe Barry wouldn’t have felt the need to create Flashpoint. After all, remember when he said, “If I’m ever going to be worth anything to you, I need to fix what’s wrong with me”? Flashpoint was for Iris. Iris is the reason he took all of that hate in season three.

And then we got season three. I was liking her in season three and enjoying their pairing, until 3x15. I don’t care why Iris called off the engagement, as she has a right to do that if she thinks getting married is a bad idea, but she was a vindictive bitch about it. Barry is lying in pain after Savitar shattered his clavicle and threw him off a building, in STAR Labs, and he is so happy to see her when he wakes up. Until he sees that she just had to put the hand that used to have a ring on it on him and then walk away. Iris deliberately stayed in the room until he woke up, showed off her ring-less fingers, and then left him lying there. What. A. Bitch. She couldn’t have waited until later to tell him she’d called off the engagement? This is a man she supposedly loves, yet she seems to enjoy hurting him.

Then we’ve got 3x16. Barry asks Iris if he lost her or not and rather than give him an answer, Ms. Bitch decides to walk away without a word. That’s not healthy. Relationships rely on communication and she should have given him an answer. But she didn’t, because she is an immature, unstable human being. And then when he is about to go into the speed force to rescue HER douchebag of a brother, she hesitates to tell him she loves him. What the hell? Even if she isn’t in love with him anymore for whatever dumb reason, she has still loved him as her best friend since they were ten. Thing is, what Barry did didn’t warrant hate. Sure, his proposal did come from a place of fear, but that fear came from a place of love. She overreacted and behaved poorly afterward. Anyone who is stable can recognize that. If Barry had died in the speed force, these moments between them: her just walking away from him and her hesitation and lackluster ‘I love you’ you could tell she said out of a sense of duty rather than actual love, would have been the last moments she ever had with him, and it would have served her right.

And the last complaint I have about WestAllen being toxic is Iris’s video message. When Barry left her to go into the speed force, he told her how much he loved her, but that she needed to keep living her life, keep loving… he made it clear just how much he wanted her to be happy. When Barry went back in time and got a video message from Eddie to give to Iris to help her move on, the message was of Eddie telling her how much he loved her and that the one thing he really wanted for her was for her to be happy. But what did Iris do when leaving a message for Barry? She recites wedding vows. No wonder emo Barry never got over her. She twisted the knife that was already dug in by her death and now he can’t get it out. It would have been hard enough for him to move on from her at all, but she really ensured that he never would by reciting wedding vows rather than telling him that she just wanted him to be happy and keep living his life without her, something any good person would want for the one they love.

I have come to the conclusion that I only ship WA because it makes Barry happy and I care about his character. For a while I was just like I can take or leave Iris. I like her but I don’t love her, but after all these things I’ve realized with how she is emotionally abusive toward this man, I think she can go to hell. It sucks, because in the first episode, I was ready to ship them. I liked how Iris was like ‘nope’ to detective pretty boy; it was funny. And I loved it when she saw him coming out of his coma and leapt into his arms, hugging. I was like “yeah, I’m going to ship this!” And then it all went down hill from there and I am out of chances for Iris. I would prefer Barry with many other women: Caitlin, Patty, Linda, hell even Felicity, which is hard for me to say considering how much I ship Olicity. I wouldn’t mind it if they brought in another love interest for him. Perhaps Meena Dhawan, a speedster and former scientist for STAR Labs, who is also a woman of color, so if we brought in Meena and had Barry date her, no one could falsely accuse, (or at least usually falsely accuse. I know there are some bigoted idiots out there and I don’t tolerate any of them, but WestAllen shippers don’t realize that they’re a minority and that even some black people have told me they don’t like Iris or ship WestAllen), the writers or anyone who preferred that pairing to WestAllen of being racists. And Meena and Barry were a rather cute ship in the comics while they lasted, so I’d be all for seeing Meena come into the Flash show and date Barry.

Also, as an added note, I would love to say how the die hard WestAllen shippers have come after me despite the fact that this is in the anti tag, calling me racist, even though I’ve made it clear how that has nothing to do with what I’m saying and that I’m not bigoted at all. That argument has gotten pathetic and laughable. If I was bigoted, would Lincoln have been my favorite character on the 100 and Linctavia been my OTP? If I was bigoted, would I love Bonnie on the Vampire Diaries and ship Bonenzo as hard as I do? If I was bigoted, would I have had a major crush on a black boy in my freshman year of high school and my first boyfriend been Mexican? If I was bigoted, would a black woman be my female lead in one of the books I’m writing?  And one WestAllen shipper tried to accuse me of being misogynistic. Um, I’m a woman and a feminist. That means I believe in the equality of the genders. It does not mean I have to like every single woman on the planet or hate men. I want to judge people based on their actions, not their race, sexuality, gender, etc. Just who they are as a person, and I don’t see Iris West as a likable individual. It has nothing to do with her skin or her gender. Though, I’m willing to bet that if the roles were reversed, if she was a white man and still did the emotionally abusive things she does to Barry, everyone would hate her and call her sexist. Aren’t double standards just amazing?

The Story of Us - Part 2

Summary: Peter and Y/N break it off at the end of high school, leaving them both heartbroken. 4 years fly by, and their paths cross at a press conference, with Y/N being a reporter and Peter being the person in question. Will the story of Y/N and Peter end?

Word Count: 1029

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m sososo sorry this took forever! I hope you enjoy it and I’m so grateful for your guys’ patience! This is based off The Story of Us by Taylor Swift kind of… Who even knows anymore. Anyway, it’s a lil’ short because but I’ll soon start writing part 3 to love me back and then start on requests finally!!!

The Story of Us - Part 2

Chapter 7: I’d tell you I’d miss you but I don’t know how

The lighting was dim and the room was except except for the two of them. There was a long silence along with strong eye contact that Peter nor Y/N wanted to break. Y/N broke the eye contact, looking at the ground, and Peter broke the silence. “S-So, how’ve you been?” He stuttered.

“I’ve been… Busy.” Y/N said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“So you work for Scarlett Magazine now?” He gestured to the notebook she held, full of questions from the conference.

“Yeah, I’ve been a writer for a year now! God, it’s been amazing.” Y/N looked up from the ground, and smiled. “It’s been hard, you know, but I met my best friend through it and I actually love what I do.”

Peter laughed. “That was always my Y/N… You either had your nose stuck in a book or a pen in your hand.”

She blushed, and prayed he didn’t notice. She tried to push memories of him out that surfaced when he made that remark. “How’s the whole superhero thing been going by the way? I mean it’s obviously been good because, well, you’re an avenger…” Her voice faltered. Y/N hated herself for being so nervous and awkward.

“It’s been hard sometimes, especially since Ned is occupied with college. My whole support system has kinda fallen apart… Aunt May has just been kinda far away, and then you haven’t been around since high school.”

His voice cracked, and Y/N  wanted nothing more than to give him a warm hug and kiss him. She wanted to tell him what he meant to her. She wanted to tell him she never meant to break up with him, and that it was a big mistake. She wanted to tell him she still loved him so much… But Y/N couldn’t. It was too late.

Chapter 8: I don’t know what to say

“I’m really sorry, Pete.” She grabbed his arm gently, causing him to slightly jump. “I actually really need to ask you a few dumb questions for an article, or my boss will literally kill me.”

Peter gave her a smirk. “I think Spider-Man would save you from your boss.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and laughed softly. “Anyway, my boss sent me a few questions… They’re kind of awkward…” She pulled out her phone and began reading from the small screen.

“Would you ever date anyone who wasn’t a superhero?”

“Well, yeah. I did date you.”

Y/N’s heart quickened, so she hastily changed the subject. “What’s your ideal date?”

A few dumb questions later, and the interview was drawing to a close. There was only one question left, and Y/N really hesitated asking this one… “Have you ever been in love?”

Chapter 9: The twist of fate

“O-Of course.” Peter frowned. “I was in love with you… I-I… I still am.” He stuttered.


“Now I know I’m so late, but seeing you here… That happened for a reason right? I mean I know I should’ve fought for you a-and that I never should’ve let you go, but God I missed you so much. I still miss you. I understand that things change but my love for you never has.” He rambled, and he bit his lip when he was finished.

Y/N stood there stunned. She had no idea what to say, and she couldn’t imagine what the look on her face was. Her heart was beating out of her chest. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

Peter shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry Y/N this was a mistake, I hope your interview was good. It was amazing seeing you.” He gave you a sad smile. The mask he held in his hand the entire time was once again on his face, and he walked to toward the door. Every ounce of her body wanted to run after him, grab him and kiss him, but all Y/N could do was stand there.

The door behind her slammed shut, and Y/N felt a pain in your chest. Did she just give up her last chance with him because she didn’t fucking know what to do and couldn’t fucking move!?

Chapter 10: The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

No, no, no! Y/N thought. She turned around and swung the door open. She looked around for him everywhere and was only met with the same body guard from earlier. “Right this way miss, I can escort you out of here.”

“N-No, I need to talk to Peter!”

“If you mean Spider-Man, he’s leaving right now I’m-”

The girl had sped off to the back of the venue, and pushed the door that led to outside. She was blinded by the sun for a moment, but saw a black limo ahead of her. Y/N ran after it as fast as she could, and shouted. She wasn’t about to say goodbye to the only man she’s ever loved.

“Peter!” She yelled. Her legs were tired, and she couldn’t run anymore. Y/N stopped and stood there watching the limo take off. “But I love you…” She breathed out.

“You what?” A voice said behind her, causing her to snap around.

“Wait, what the fuck?” She frowned. It was Peter, in his Spider-Man attire. “I thought…”

“I forgot my phone, and what the hell! Mr. Stark left me! He said he’d wait.” Peter whined. He stepped closer to you. “Anyway what did you say?”

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit, and gave him a smile. “I said I love you. I didn’t mean to freeze up, I-I was so shocked and I wanted to say the exact same things to you as you said to me.”  She wrapped her arms around him and felt his warmth. “I never should’ve ended it with you. I know it’s been four years but… I never stopped loving you, Peter.”

He kissed her forehead. “I never stopped loving you either, Y/N.”

The End.

anonymous asked:

Do you think this fandom ( PxS ) is going to survive after what D&D are going to do to it? The leaks about this season, and especially the last one about how episode 7 is going to play out, make me fearful. And the books are taking too long. D&D are hacks, GRRM should have never trusted them with something so precious as his life work. They are fanservicing all the casual fans who don't care about complex characters and relationships but only want the boring and conventional hollywood stuff.

Ultimately, fans shouldn’t be judged on whether they stay or leave this fandom for their own reasons. I honestly don’t care if only a handful of us are left. People ship a lot of non-canon stuff in many fandoms. Does that mean I’m not upset with what the show has done? Oh noooo…. I’m very disappointed. I can see this is going to be a long rant…

You’re absolutely right about the pathetic fan servicing rather than exploring interesting and complex characters. Littlefinger has been made to act so wimpy, it’s astounding to me. He’s so OOC. And I don’t like what’s happened to Sansa either. If she’s supposed to have ‘bested the master’ she’s learned nothing from LF. Hell, I don’t like Jon but I was siding with him over her. I even sided with Jon when he met Dany. Drop your long-ass titles and “I will rule” bs attitude and move on, girl.

I’m all for Girl Power and feminism but it seems to be at the expense of Sansa’s own character. D&D have Mary Sue’d her this season, trying too hard to make her a badass. I thought she was a smart badass last season. She tried to warn Jon about Ramsay. She knew LF would still be there for her and he was and used it to save her ass. AND she rightfully called his dumbass out for Ramsay (never forgive D&D for that dumb as fuck plot). I applauded her for executing Ramsay in the best way (that little smile at the end).  I loved her last season.

But now she suddenly knows everything and lectures Jon, undermines him in public like an idiot, and goes full bitch mode on the one guy that she knows will do anything for her and has money (probably the richest man in Westeros by now AND would have sway with the Iron Bank – if she was smart enough to ask him) and power for her to use? Um, okay.

I like Sansa but when did she learn about armory more than a seasoned soldier like Royce or blacksmiths? She suddenly knows about supplies, etc. Knows more about Cersei than the guy that was in KL while she was dreaming of being a princess? I had to roll my eyes at that last episode. Sansa is acting like a know-it-all teen and refusing advice from those that DO know more than her. If we’re supposed to believe she’s a master manipulator now, and bested LF….sorry, I don’t.

LF fucked up. I will always hate that D&D threw Sansa in with Ramsay for that sick ass plotline. Book!LF would never have done that. LF and Varys’ characters have been sacrificed for years and dumbed down. The two smartest characters in the show. At least Dany called him out and then accepted his loyalty (on conditions of death of course). Sansa called LF out in S6 and then needed his help which he provided, proving his loyalty to HER not Jon. I wish he would have said that in the crypt scene with Jon. “You should thank you sister then, if not me. I wouldn’t have come to help you”

He fucked up and they both know it. I refuse to believe he knew about Ramsay. Come for me. Don’t care. Told her he loves her and wants him and her ruling the country. What she SHOULD do is use him with this knowledge. LF is still the smartest guy in the damn room. Shutting him out, telling him she knows more than him is so stupid. Yeah, she’s mad at him but USE that and manipulate him instead. That’s why she’s not smarter or besting him. If D&D hadn’t dumbed down his character, there’s no way anyone would believe Sansa had learned shit from him to best him. LF would not have called Jon out in front of the northern lords like she did. She is acting just like her father and brother. You know, the crap she lectured Jon on ? She needs to take a heaping spoonful of that advice herself.

Plus, LF is STILL Lord Protector and control of Sweetrobin and the Vale. She will need his army, grain and supplies. If LF was acting like LF, he would try and convince Royce this is a fools errand and return to the Vale. Have the Vale protect themselves like they’ve always done. Royce would probably agree! At this point, I wish LF would just walk away or burn it down **mic drop** That would be IN CHARACTER for him.

It’s one thing for him to be defeated by something (white walkers) that he has no control over and manipulation will not aid him. Having Petyr bring down the Wall and give everyone the middle finger would be fucking EPIC. “Bye bitches… taking the next ship to Braavos. Have fun!”

I mean I root for Sansa considering all she’s been put through but she’s acting stupidly in my opinion which is a disservice to her character. Don’t Mary Sue her to make it fit because of shitty writing over 7 seasons. They should have stuck to the Vale storyline (in the books) where she LEARNS how to manipulate and use politics FROM BAELISH.

I just hate that they’ve dumbed down Baelish to fit a stupid and hasty narrative and WORSE to give fan service to build up other characters that are at most, dull and predictable. You don’t create a character that is 10 steps ahead of everyone, knows everyones secrets, that doesn’t get to his position without knowing the game inside and out, manipulation, intelligence and out-witting everyone while still staying in the shadows AND bringing down an empire (the show made him obvious as a neon sign)…then at the end make him a complete idiot and throw his game away. Yea, Sansa is his weakness but somehow I still can’t believe he’d sacrifice everything for her.

Jamie, Tyrion and Varys have fallen under the same problem. To build up Dany, Sansa, Jon….(Cersei is a different story  but it still makes Jamie look stupid with zero character development…) they were sacrificed as interesting and compelling characters to make the ‘heros’ look better. Olenna was my fav female character because of her badassery! Even in death she looked Jamie in the eye and told him she murdered his son! LOLLLLLL…on the same note, I find it odd that she didn’t use her threat against LF that if she goes down she’ll take him down with her. No mention of LF involved in the plot. Maybe at the end, she hopes he’ll fuck everyone over for spite is okay with that! QUEEN OLENNA! I’ll miss her. Now, I pretty much root for Cersei to fuck everything up because she can. Clearly, Dany’s advantage is lost by the looks of the teaser for the next episode. Hehehee…maybe Cersei isn’t as reckless as everyone thought?

I’m not saying LF wasn’t meant to die, or deserves to. I would have been really surprised to see him make it to the end. It would have been a great twist to have him as some really fucked up dark horse but I digress. I hate perfect little happy endings with the obvious hero winning the day.

Sadly, I do see fans leaving the fandom after this season if the leaks are true. It wouldn’t shock me. I love this ship and I’m not going anywhere. Some may not want to wait for the books, but I love the PxS storyline in the books over the show.

The shows gives us Aidan Gillen who is perfect as LF and I feel so bad for him. He clearly knows his character inside and out and to have to deal with his character being destroyed after S4 is sad. All that wit, snark, smarts, devious, manipulating, mystery and such is sorely missing with him. He started the war and so much is because of him in the storylines. To see his character reduced to some pathetic lovesick boy is ….ugh. Just kill him already than keep him as a useless, shell of his own character. Book!LF would have called her out on her know-it-all bs. “Gurl, you really want to play this chess match with me? Good luck!” or go “Okay… you seem to have everything under control I’ll head home” start walking away and throw a zinger or some hint that he knows something no one else does *cough Jon’s parentage cough* *mic drop* *oh you know everything do you? Clearly you don’t… bye bye*

Like I said, I think some fans will leave. It happens in every fandom. Their ship doesn’t happen so they jump and move on to something else. That’s ok. I still love this ship and I’m sticking with it. I hope others do too. This ship has so many awesome possibilities even if it doesn’t happen in canon. We love characters/ships for a reason. I still ship non-canon stuff all the time. If fans leave, it’s no big deal. I hold no ill will towards them.

I still love these characters/ship regardless of how the show has ruined it. PxS gave me some amazing fanfiction and I never started writing fiction until this ship. I love all the people I’ve met because of this ship and/or LF/Aidan. That is more important to me than it becoming canon (I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t scream like a madwoman if it DID happen). Fans need to do what works for them. No judging.

11 + 30 = ???


Everyone had warned her. Everyone had shaken their heads at her. Everyone had told her that she was making a mistake.  Everyone knew that you couldn’t propose to someone after 11 days of knowing them. Everyone knew that you simply couldn’t marry someone after a month of dating. Why didn’t he? Why didn’t he understand? 

She had been so wrapped up in the romance of it all. It was every women’s dream to marry a rich, handsome and kind man. At first, she thought it was the drama of it all. He suffered extreme paranoia. It drove him to do crazy things, like trying to keep her locked up in his house or proposing in public right in front of a hundred cameras. She knew that she did love him. She had been exposed to every aspect of his nature. His biggest fears and his greatest desires.She had learnt more about him in those eleven days than most people learn in ten years. She knew he was broken, she knew that she could help mend his wounds. She also knew that she wanted to help him. But, did that mean she wanted to marry him? 

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anonymous asked:

So I'm actually scared of the answer to this ask, but I'm such an angst whore. So do you have any headcanons about Peter and Michelle breaking up?

YEEEEEEEEEES FAM. yes I do. I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS ABOUT SPIDEYCHELLE BREAKING UP. because, lets be honest, this version of Peter Parker is not good at relationships and this MJ is not content to stand in the window watching him swing away to save the day. 

ready? you’re not ready. i’m not ready. we’re, as a collective, not ready. 

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anonymous asked:

'No regrets' was Juliette telling Nick she didn't regret loving him & she didn't regret THEM. Nick blamed himself for what happened to Juliette & he thought she must regret knowing him & wish she could change it. But she didn't regret knowing or being with him. Silverhardt deserved happiness. In that scene where Julieve died there was clearly love between them still. Its so dumb they didn't just make it official. Sure its kind of open to interpretation... but geeze ~~ Gwen

I can’t disagree with anything here. It was clear throughout seasons five and six that Nick had unresolved feelings. It was strongly hinted that Eve did in season five, and made completely obvious in season six.

But here’s the thing: I’m unhappy with the relationship Nick did plausibly end up in because it was poorly written and squicky in the extreme. But I’m actually okay with the way things ended between Nick and Eve, because the feelings were not completely denied or erased…Eve just made a choice not to pursue them any further. She decided some things were more important to her, and that she didn’t want to go back to the way things were.

And while I’m not necessarily happy about the way she got to that point…it was a great ending for a character, and not a choice you often see a character make and stick to.

I mean, most of the time on television when a woman decides she’s happy with just herself, she is a) punished soon after by the narrative or b) immediately meets “Mr. Right” and goes back on her previous statement. And while I know we often find what we were looking for when we stop looking, it’s just annoying to me that TV rarely if ever depicts a woman who is truly happy without a romance in her life, who has a larger purpose and better things to do.

So I was really happy with that aspect of Eve’s story. I just wish we could have gotten that without a side of rapist/victim squickily-ever-after.

we'll still have each other| kiane

summary: now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other. [yes rihanna trash leave me alone]

pairings: king/diane, sorta one-sided diane/meliodas.

sidenote: *slides in* wow. Something with an actual story and not just pointless drabbling?? i thought this day would never come. dedicated to my DEAR friend Kiri, sorry this took me so long bby. have some cavity kiane.


A single rain drop hit her nose. Another slid down the expanse of her cheek, laughingly slow, like a tear drop paving a path for its brothers.

She had been expecting rain. She was even wearing her black rain boots, with bright white polka dots, and a light navy blue jacket to cover her school uniform.

She had forgotten an umbrella. How stupid of her.

She stared down at the sidewalk, watching the pale cream color dull into a deeper beige as the raindrops coated it, slowly at first, then all at once, like someone had decided to pour a bucket over the entire city.

Pieces of her hair became plastered to her cheeks from the force of the rain she didn’t care now, nothing mattered anyways.

The day had started off so well, too.



“What are you going to do today Diane?” Elizabeth asked her, school had just ended and they were on their way home to start the weekend.

“Nothing,” she replied, clutching her lunch box anxiously. She wasn’t going to tell Elizabeth what she had planned, she’d probably end up interfering anyway.

“We should go shopping tomorrow, I need new socks.” Elizabeth chatted. Diane wasn’t really listening, she had too much planned today, too much going on. She loved Elizabeth, but she sure could be oblivious sometimes.

When they got to Elizabeth’s house, Diane was all too eager to say goodbye to her. She had been waiting weeks for this day, and finally, she was going to confess. She was going to confess her love to Meliodas, it was all happening today.

She had snuck a note asking him to meet her after school at the football field. Football practice was cancelled because of the rain that was scheduled, already the clouds were beginning to darken, but it didn’t dampen her spirits one bit.

The trip to the fields took less than a minute, and the butterflies in her stomach were stirring up a ruckus. She was nervous, and excited, and hopeful all at once. She felt like she was in elementary school again, seeing him for the first time.

She grabbed a silvery section of the bleachers and hoisted herself up to see better. The metal was cool to the touch, and she eagerly scanned the field.

There he was. He had actually came! He was standing by the scoreboard on his phone.

She wondered who he was texting. Probably Ban.

Another part of her brain said that it was Elizabeth, but she swept the nagging thought away quick enough. She had noticed their closeness over the past year, and it had ticked her off a bit, since she had him first, technically, but she loved Elizabeth, so she’d never confront her.

She inhaled deeply and began the trek to the goal post. Everything would be ok.

When she was halfway there, Meliodas hadn’t even looked up from his phone. She felt her heart tighten and she weighed the option of running away.

But it wasn’t worth it, she’d run away too many times. This was her last chance.

“Meliodas,” she called when she was within earshot. He looked up from his phone and threw her a casual wave.

“Yo, Diane. What are you doing here?” He asked, looking mildly confused. He must’ve not realized she was the one who’d asked him to meet.

“I wanted to meet you here.” She said, folding her hands behind her back anxiously. Hi eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That was you? What’s up?” He wondered allowed, still keeping that dopey curious face.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she closed her eyes and summoned all of the courage she had in her. “I…”

“Is it going to rain?” He interrupted her suddenly, holding his hand out, almost waiting for a raindrop to fall into the palm of his hand.

Frustrated, Diane puffed out her cheeks and decided to go out on a limb.

“I love you!”

It took a few seconds to affect him, he curled his hand into a fist and dropped it back to his side. Then, he sighed, like he had been expecting this whole ordeal to go down one day, and leaned his back against the goal post. It was old, so it made a small squeaking sound in protest.

“No you don’t,” he responded simply. Flabbergasted, Diane opened and shut her mouth, hoping for intelligent words to pour out with no avail.

“Wh-at?” She barely managed to annunciate. He shrugged.

“Come on Diane, you don’t really love me. And I don’t love you, not the way you want me to. I think you know that.” He told her softly.

“That’s…” she digested his words slowly, painfully, like needles sinking into her flesh.

He didn’t love her. He didn’t like her back, not at all…

“You’re my friend, Diane. And you always will be. But you don’t love me, you should realize that. It’s pointless to pin after me when you could do so much better.” He spoke with such resounding confidence, Diane wanted to believe him. But she was too hurt to even speak.

She had spent so long loving him, it didn’t seem like there’d be any world for her to return to after this rejection.

“Hm. It is going to rain, you should get home.” Meliodas said before inhaling and turning around to walk home.

She stood there, in the football field, watching him walk away.

That couldn’t be it. That couldn’t be all. This was her moment, her time to shine, it wasn’t supposed to be this way-

She looked down at her hands in awe.

What was wrong with her?



She wants to walk home, but her feet are frozen, the rain just falls harder and harder and somewhere along the line she starts crying, too.



Puddles begin forming on the street beside her, and cars fly by, eager to get home, to see their families after a long day at work.

She just stares at the ground, like she is waiting for it to grow a pair of lips and give her some decent advice.

What could possibly come next? Every chapter of her life up until now had been next chapter, you’ll live happily ever after, with Meliodas by your side.

But the chapter was over, and she had no happily ever after. She had no prince.

Maybe she was the dragon in this story, and everybody knows dragons don’t get happy endings.

But didn’t she deserve one too? Dragons want a happy ending, just like any princess.

She steps in a deep puddle and some water drips down into her socks. Great.

She’s sure she smells like a storm and looks like one tore right through her, but she doesn’t really care.

What was the point of looking pretty if you had no prince to be pretty for?


Her heart pauses at the sound. Could it be, Meliodas had come back for her?

She looks up, eyes wide with wonder, but blinks in confusion when she sees someone else running towards her.

“Good god, you’re soaked! Here,” he remarks,  holding his umbrella up higher, just so it covers up her dripping wet body.

King is not built for running, he is tiny for a boy his age and is wheezing like a dying hamster. It’s somewhat endearing, partly because she knows she looks no more attractive than he.

“Thanks King.” She speaks hollowly, making no movement to indicate genuine gratitude.

“Are you…?” He stands up after a few seconds of heavy breathing. “Ok? Are you ok? Did someone hurt you? You’re-“ his hand stops a few inches from her face. “You’re…crying…”

“I’m fine.” She assures him, in the least reassuring voice she’s ever conjured.

“Who did this? Who made you cry?! I’ll-“

“King, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” She makes a tiny effort to wipe her tears away, but frowns when nothing but dark black smudges on her hand. Right. Her makeup.

“No! If someone hurt you, that’s not ok! I…” He trails off again and it’s then Diane realizes that neither one of them are very good with words.

“It’s my fault,” she admits, trying her best to wipe her sopping makeup off. “I was dumb.”

“You…you’re not dumb, Diane.” He tells her, adjusting the umbrella to it’s a little bit higher. She is a few inches taller than him, but it was still endearing to see him try.

“I really am,” she sniffs, looking down at him sadly. “He never loved me, did he? I never stood a chance, you know that King.”

His face contorts in realization. Diane wonders if everyone did know about her crush, it seemed like Meliodas was the one who new more than anyone else.

“Well – yeah, maybe he doesn’t like you now, but that’s not because you’re bad, or anything!” King says, his tone is rushed, and she can instantly tell he’s just trying to cheer her up. He’s always done that, always been the one to pull her back on her feet. It’s selfish of her to want to keep King to herself sometimes.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” She asks him, but it’s more directed at herself than anyone. What flaws did she have that drove Meliodas away? Was she too tall? That had always been a problem in her life…

“N-no! There’s nothing wrong with you! I mean-“

She raises one of her eyebrows at him. He blushes, and looks down.

“I mean,  you’re just…” He stops, almost like there’s a word lingering on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m just…what?” She asks him, looking down with blatant wonder and curiosity.

He smiles at her nervously and shrugs.


She stops walking for a second, and so does he. It seems like both of them are equally embarrassed.


“I mean…I just…”

“Thank you.”

He looks up at her, worried expression slowly fading.

“Thank you King, really.” She wipes her eyes again, only minimal dark smudges appear. She’s sure they make the weirdest pair, a sobbing, raccoon, faced girl and a small, fairy-faced boy.

“You’re…welcome, Diane.”

“You’ll always be my friend, right?” she asks, a wide smile gracing her cheeks.

His heart stops. She is so beautiful.


Because for her, he’ll be anything.

“Good, because I think I need a lot of ice cream,” she laughs a little bit, peeling a bit of wet hair off of her forehead.

He laughs along with her, tightening the grip on his umbrella to make sure she isn’t getting any rain on her.

They walk home to the beat of the falling rain, and the sunshine on Diane’s horizon is just a chapter away.




Anonymous :Can you do a Nate maloley one where Nate and y/n are together and y/n is a bartender and Nate is okay with it until one night he and the guys and they see her working and all these guys are flirting and getting to close to comfort for Nate and he gets into a fight and wants her to quit or he gets her fired?

Me : Hope you like it babes! Sorry for the wait, I haven’t had access to a computer for a long time hahaha anyway enjoy! 

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  1. H/B/F/N - Her best friend’s name.
  2. M/B/F/N -My best friend’s name.

Nate’s POV

We pulled into the parking of lot of a nightclub where Y/N worked. There was a whole group of us including Tez, John, Sammy, Johnson, Skeez, Corey and I. They invited some groupies and their own friends, except for Sammy since he was going out with Stass. I wanted to surprise Y/N since she was always working and I never gotten much of a chance to see her.

We got instant access into the building and into VIP. I pulled out the stash of weed I had in my duffle bag and gave some paper and tubes with weed in it to the people around me. I rolled up my own blunt and took and puff, blowing perfect O’s into the circle and inhaling them back it. 

I looked over to the bar section and saw Y/N dancing lightly as she mixed drink and did her magic. Most boyfriends would have a problem with having their girlfriends working at a bar or club. I didn’t, she needed a way to stay financially stable during the summer when she wasn’t in school.  She didn’t want help from me or her parents even though we both volunteer to help countless times; she was very stubborn but I loved her and I still do so much so I looked to past it.

She smiled lightly at the man who was talking to her but rolled her eyes when she turned around to prepare his drink. That’s my girl, I thought. She looked like she was getting annoyed but she kept the smile on her face not saying much to him. The guy was trying too hard to get her attention and his dumb ass didn’t understand that she didn’t want to engage with him. It took my all to not march down and tell him to back off or there would be trouble. Once he downed his drink he got off the stool gave Y/N a wink which by the way made him look like he was having a seizure. Y/N laughed at him when he walked away and began talking to one of her colleagues, both of them laughing their asses off.

A groupie came up to me, trying to slip her knee between my legs to obviously rub my dick. Unfortunately for her I already had someone do that for me and I didn’t need to pay her. “Come on Skate,” she purred in my ear as she proceeded to straddle me. “I want to give you the time of your life,” she nibbled on my ear. I frowned and moved my head away from her.

“I have a girlfriend and she’s here, if she sees you she’ll rip you apart so I suggest you get your flat ass off me and suck someone else’s dick.” She gasped and quickly got off me glancing at her behind and touching it. She glared at me and quickly made her way to the next guy. I took another drag from the blunt I had in my mouth smiling when ’Rolling’ came on as the DJ noticed us and gave our group a shout out. We all yelled and hollered when the sing came on, the club becoming instantly hype.

I looked over at the bar and didn’t see Y/N anywhere. Instead I saw her approaching the VIP section, a smirk plastered on her face, hands behind her back. Her heeled leather boots gave her an extra reason for her hips to move sexily as she walked. 

“Welcome Sound Nightclub! I hope you are all enjoying your experience here. Courtesy of the owner of Sound Nightclub he has given you several bottles of Ace Of Spades for free! Please feel free to ask for something at our bar which is located to your right. Have a pleasant night.” She smirked and let her colleagues hand out the drinks and talked into her walkie talkie. Once they were done they immediately went back to their previous position except for her. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows cocked upwards as she slightly tilted her head before she spoke “I didn’t think I’d ever expect to see you guys here, quite unusual don’t you think?” She side eyed me while she kept her focus on the rest of them. 

“Your boyfriend wanted us to come here, we compiled or else the nigga would’ve went crazy!” Tez explained throwing crazy hands gestures while I sent him daggers with my eyes. Everyone laughed including her. She waved her hair back, over her shoulders and smiled “anyway you guys have a goodnight, I’ll be somewhere in the crowd.” She waved while she walked off and untied her apron walking toward the door that said ‘Staff’ in big bold letters.  After that she disappeared. 

“Damn Skate, your girl is so fine! Where’d you find her?” Skeez asked, sending me a smirk he was about to say something when a groupie pulled him off the couch and pulled him towards the dance floor. Johnson nudged me and pointed towards the dance floor my eyes fell on Y/N. She was gracefully moving her body to the beat of the song. Her hand running through her hair and she smiled to herself unknown to the fact that I was looking at her in desire and in total love. I looked at her surroundings; men were staring at her with hungry eyes, stripping her with their eyes. I put one more swig of my beer and put my blunt down. I walked towards the glass elevator, entered and pressed ground floor. I lightly pushed away the girl that was trying to feel me up when I exited the see through elevator.

I walked towards the crowd pushed through as much as I could until I reached her. She was dancing with one of her female colleagues, grinding and twerking on her. I definitely wasn’t jealous, ok maybe I was a little but it was turning me on. A group of men and a few women crowded around them, hollered and yelled to continue. I then realised H/B/F/N was who her colleague was so I lost every speck of jealousy and laughed. H/B/F/N moved away and danced with the first guy that caught her and fell into his trance like the drunk idiot she is. I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit and caught Y/N dancing with some man, except she obviously wasn’t feeling it. She squirmed in his arms trying to get away. He whispered something into her ear and rolled hips into her thigh. I saw her gag and squirmed even harder. 

I marched towards them and pulled him off her. I punched him in the face and felt someone tug on the bottom of my shirt. I turned around and saw Y/N shouting and her eyes pleading me to stop. Her eyes flicked towards the staff door her manager walking out. I mouthed ‘I’m sorry but I have to’, to her and dragged the guy to the entrance of the building. I could hear her screaming voice pleading me to stop. She was afraid that I would kill him and that she would lose her job. I pounded his face with my fist until I saw blood oozing out of his nose. Someone pulled me off him and started screaming at me.

“Dude, what the fuck? What the hell happened?” John screamed in face. I told him what happened and looked over at Y/N who was crying into Johnson’s chest, while Johnson disgustingly sneered at the man on the ground. Someone suddenly emerged from the door with 3 bodyguards. It only took one look to recognize it was the owner and the manager.  

Y/N wiped her face and looked up and began talking, “I can explain.” She began explaining the story word for word not adding nor leaving one piece out of the situation. Everyone could know she was nervous, she really didn’t want to lose her job. “Y/N, we’re going to have a talk with you tomorrow, whenever this group of people come there’s always trouble.” Her manager spoke, while the owner shook his head. 

Her facial expressions changed so many times. I felt so bad this was her job and she loved it, she loved her friends, her boss, meeting new people and talking to total idiots she loved it but she was constantly ogled by horny men that just wanted to fuck her, it was disgusting but she had to continue because she was too stubborn to take advice and now I was going to take care of her, after all it’ll be my fault if she loses the job; I really don’t like when people especially weird, sex craving men touch my baby. 

She burst into tears and hugged herself while her bosses looked at her in total disappointment. “Look guys, it was my fault, I’ll try and comfort her and just tell her its for the best if she quits but you really took it hard on her, she loves this job and honestly this is not the best environment for her but I’ll try my best to tell her it’s just for her good.” I sadly smiled at my girlfriend who being swayed back and forth by Johnson. They both agreed and let us go our separate ways and told us that they would take care of the guy and call paramedics.

I drove her to her apartment and decided I would just stay with her for the night. She ignored me for the whole ride, she sat in the backseat and just stared out the window. Once she arrived, we took the elevator in silence and entered her home. She sat on the couch immediately. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell would you do that to me? Those people were like family to me and now I’ve practically lost them except M/B/F/N. Nate I really dont know what was going through your head. You could’ve just left it that when you took him off me, you make everything so damn extra, I can’t fucking keep up.” She continued to yell at me with tears streaming down her face. “Nothing to say, huh?” I gulped and looked up and sat beside her pulling her into my arms, placing my hand on her head and put her head on my shoulders.

“You know you are so strong, no girl would have the courage to say that to me, you’re something else”, I gave a small laugh. “Babe I’m so sorry and I did it because I love you. That place is not a good place the environment isn’t good for you. If you haven’t noticed there’s these weird ass guys that would do anything for one fuck and literally think about how you would look naked. They try to get your attention by sweet talking you and you obviously don’t like it and it sucks because I’m not always there to fuckin’ beat these guys up and I do it because I love you and I want to be the only one for you and I want you to be the only one for me. And if you don’t quit I’ll make you quit, I’ll support you, I’ll pay your bills, your rent, I’ll buy your food, I’ll give you money to buy clothes, makeup, all sorts of things you need baby I’ll provide that shit and no matter how much you disagree I’ll do it no matter what.” She looked up at me her eyes showing trust and love, she lifted up her pinky finger, “promise?” “I promise with all my heart.” We pinky promised with a kiss and ended up watching TV for the rest of the night.

anonymous asked:

imma request prompt 8 with calum (-:

note: this is so bad im so sorry

prompt: “im not scared to love you, im scared to lose you”


Love itself is complete bliss. It’s a mixture of happiness and ecstasy and Y/N wanted to feel these emotions so deeply, but she was scared. What would happen afterwards when her and Calum hated each other? Hatred and annoyance is always how people feel after a breakup and she didn’t want that outcome for them.

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Daryl needs his girl back.

the air he needs to breathe,

the hope he needs to live,

the light he needs to see,

the positivity to get through the apocalypse,

the love he needs to feel that he is one of the most important people to her,

the emotional strength he needs to avoid dumb decisions and fights,

the comfort he needs to feel special when he’s at his worst,

the look in her eyes that tell him everything without words,

the knowing that she accepts him just like he is,

the power to know that she doesn’t back off when he acts like the biggest idiot on this planet,

the self-confidence that tells him she’s not afraid of him,

the believe that there are still good people,

the smile to know he makes her happy.

He needs Beth Greene back. - Melina

Rin Tin Dean

Not my gif ^


Prompt: Imagine Dean being changed into a dog due to a spell and you have to take care of him until you find a cure. He sleeps with you at night and one morning you wake up cuddled up beside him

(F/M)= Favorite Movie

Word Count: 3882

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: Taking requests as always! But I’m feeling like some Steve Rogers so expect a little something soon! (or send me a promt, THAT would be appreciated!) Anyway it I hope you all enjoy this! I apologize in advance if there’s change in past/present tense and spelling errors!


You drag your blade across the witch’s chest, hearing her hiss under the pain.” I won’t ask again. Where. Is . Dean.” You punctuate your last word with a punch to her jaw. She snaps her head back towards you, laughing as she did.     

“You really want that dog of a man back? Seems to me all he brings you is heartache and trouble honey.” She laughs pulling against her warded restraints. Your heart clenches at her words, you think a little too much about what she had said. It was true though, the fact that you had a crush on the eldest Winchester for quite a long time and had no success with finding any such feeling in return. Granted you didn’t pry that hard looking for them, you were afraid any questions to Dean about his feeling towards you would jeopardize you friendship. So you simply kept pushing your feeling deeper and deeper into the attic in your mind.

“Yes I want him back. Now tell me where he is!” You repeat.

“Why would you want him back? All this time you’ve loved him. You would take bullet for him. But still he still treats you like a sister.” She says with a smirk. You bring your fist back and nail her square in the jaw, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Tell me!” You scream pressing the knife against her throat.

“Now that’s a dumb move on my part honey, I tell you where he is and then boom, I’m dead.” She replies moving her jaw in a circular motion.

“Not necessarily. You tell me and then I’ll let you go. No strings attached. As long as you keep away from us.”

“And I suppose you’ll now tell me to never kill anyone ever again. Well I may or may not be able to do that.” You look at her and twirl your knife in your fingers, weighing your options.

“I’ll just have to take that chance.” You say stabbing the knife into the wooden table next to you. “Now do we have a deal?” She squints her eyes and cracks her knuckles, puckering her lips.

“You have to get me out of these first. Then I can get him back.” She says motioning at the chains around her wrists and middle. You pick up your knife and unlock her restraints with your free hand, keeping a close eye on her movements. When she’s free you step back as she straightens her black dress and wipes the blood from her nose. She then raises her hands and snaps both fingers. “There. You’ll find him in that boat of a car of his outside. And I’ve left a little…Surprise for you.” She smirks.

“Wait, what kind of a-“You question before she disappears. You stuff your knife in your back pocket and run out to the Impala parked outside the abandoned warehouse you and Dean had entered to find the witch. Skidding to a halt in front of the Impala you stoop down and look inside, seeing the empty leather seats looking back at you. “Bitch!” You shout slamming your fists on the cab of the car. You put your hands over your face and take a deep breath. How could you be so stupid!? You feel tears pushing against your eyes, begging to be released. You hit the top of the car again and suddenly you hear a loud bark followed by a low growl. You jump and turn back to the passenger door. You duck down and come nose to nose with a brown and black multicolored German Shepard. Your eyes widen as you step back and slowly reach your hand out to pet its head. It gladly obliges and pushes into your hand. “Where’d you come from boy or uh, girl? Not that I don’t like you or anything. But this isn’t the best time to be crawling around the Impala.” You squeak out as the tears of frustration escape and run down your cheeks. The dog whines and licks your face and then goes from the passenger seat to the driver’s side, sitting down like he belonged there.
     “Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea. See Dean, the owner of this car, hates dogs and he’ll be pissed when he gets back to find traces of you all over his Baby. The dog cocks his head to the side and stays glued to the seat. “Come on, get out.” You say opening the door and pointing to the ground. It wears the same confused look and stays put. “Come on please, I know this is rude of me and-oh my god I’m having a conversation with a dog.” You sigh and open the passenger door joining him. You ruffle the hair on his head and run your fingers through his hair. It’s a bit dirty but soft against your fingertips. You feel a collar under all the hair and tug it around, seeing a tag on it. “Now let’s see who you are mystery dog.”

     You lower your head to the tag and read the name etched on the tiny gold metal sheet. “Dean.” You say out loud with a smile. “Ha well what do you think of that?” You laugh but your giggles slow down as you look at the dog and then back to the tag. The witches voice echoes through your ears, ‘That dog of a man.”. “No frigging way.” You breathe out sitting back in your seat. “Dean!?” He finally gets up and barks as his tail wags a mile a minute.

     “I guess this was her little surprise. Well at least you’re not lost anymore. But now we got to get back to the bunker and tell Sam. Hopefully we’ll be able to fix this.” You say getting out of the car and walking to the driver’s side. Dean is sitting there again, looking up at you with his new found ‘puppy dog eyes’. ”Like hell I’m letting a dog drive! You say opening the door and pushing him to the opposite side. “Now you can sit there or sulk in the back. Your choice.”  You start baby with a turn of the key and feel her roar to life. Dean nestles himself where you shoved him and whines at the window. You huff and lean to him, rolling down his window. “Buckle up RinTinTin.”


“Sam!” You shout entering the bunker with Dean trotting beside you. “You might wanna get out here!”

‘Hey (Y/N) How was the hun- where’s Dean?” He asks and looks down to see your new companion. Sam kneels down and pats his knees, beckoning Dean to him. “And who’s this?”

“Well to answer your questions, first, the hunt didn’t go too well, secondly, he’s having his ears scratched at the moment, and thirdly, that’s Dean.” You reply with a straight face. Sam stops scratching Deans perky ears and looks up at you with a smile, expecting you to tell him this was some kind of a joke. But your face told him the exact opposite.

“Uhm, how is this Dean?” He asks astonished as he stands up, causing Dean to whine from the lack of attention to his ears. You both sit down at the table with Dean lying by your feet as you tell Sam how Dean got caught by the witch and the little bargain you made.

“So basically, she made Dean a dog to have some type of insurance that you’d let her actually get away alive?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,basically. But now it looks like we’ll have to hunt her down and get her to reverse it.” You reply shifting in your seat and nudging Dean with your foot and he lets out a low growl and sits up. “Sorry Dean.”

“But if she wants you to leave her alone, why would she put a spell on him that would require us to find her again? Seems kind of stupid to me.”

“I know Sam, but what else are we supposed to do? He can’t stay like this forever.” You say as Dean rests his head on your lap. You scratch the top of his head and his neck. “The only other thing I can think of is if the spell would wear off eventually. But I’d rather look for her and find out for sure then wait around for it to happen.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right. Do you have any leads on where she could be?” Sam asks running his hand through his long brown hair.

“As a matter of fact I do. She’s a real estate agent, that’s why she was at that abandoned building. Her company was planning to buy it and demolish it and build a new set of condos. I got her card from her when I was trying to find Dean.” You reply proudly giving Sam the business card. “So are we gonna leave now?”

“ I think it might be a good idea if I go in alone, check her out see what we’re dealing with. We don’t want to rush in on her, it might blow our chances. You stay here with Dean, make sure he doesn’t get into anything.”

“Alright. You’re sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You ask as Sam gathers his stuff into his bag.

“No you’ve had quite an adventure already, plus she doesn’t know who I am, so she won’t see me coming hopefully.” Sam replies pulling his jacket on his tall form. “I’ll be back soon, if not by tomorrow morning.”

“Alright Sammy,be careful!” You say standing on your tiptoes and hugging his middle. You hear Dean growl again from behind you. You turn and cock an eyebrow at him. “And what’s your problem Fido?”

     “I think he might be jealous.” Sam whispers in your ear as he brings down his hand and scratches Deans head, patting it gently. “You behave for (Y/N), or I can’t guarantee that Baby will come back in one piece.” Sam says to Dean. He barks and jumps on his hind legs, placing his paws on Sam’s chest. “Hey! Look it’s not up to me now! Just don’t eat anything or make a mess. It’s not hard.” Sam laughs taking Deans front paws and putting them back on the bunker floor. He takes his bag and says goodbye once more before exiting the bunker.

You sigh and go into the kitchen. It’s been almost 3 days since you last ate and you were just about to go crazy from the sounds of your stomach growling. Opening the fridge you rummage around looking for something edible besides Sam’s salads. You let out an dramatic groan and slam it shut. You turn on your heels to check the pantry when you trip over Dean who’s been on your heels ever since you entered the bunker. “God Dean! Can you just sit down for a second! Here!” You grab a blanket from the chair just outside the kitchen, fold it into a square and lay it on the floor. “There a bed. Now lie down!” You command. He snorts at you then steps onto the blanket, turning around 4 times before settling himself down. You return to the kitchen and rummage through the pantry and find only navy beans and soup that had been there god knows how long.

      “You up for a burger run there Deano.” You ask closing the cupboards and grabbing the keys to your 68 Pontiac GTO. You instantly hear the claws on his paws against the floor of the bunker as he bolts to the garage door. “Oh how things change the more they stay the same.” You recite with a grin as you go into the garage and open the car door for Dean. He eagerly jumps in the passenger seat and sits down. You get in also and within a few minutes you’re on route to the burger joint in town. But as you were driving you could see Dean out of the corner of your eye, staring straight ahead to the road. He doesn’t move a muscle. You wonder why he was holding so still. Suddenly you see his eyes shift to the open window beside him and the light bulb goes off in your head. You take your hand from the wheel and put it on Dean’s back, stroking his soft fur and lightly scratching his skin. “You know, you can stick your head out the window if you want, the car is a judge free zone.” You laugh putting your hand back on the wheel. Dean barks and licks the side of your face, causing a strand of hair to stick to the side of your face. You laugh as you wipe the slobber from your cheek and watch Dean stick his head out the window. His ears dance in the wind and his tail wags happily.


     You pull into the parking spot outside the ‘Burger Barn’ and set down the brown paper bag on your lap, not caring of any grease happened to drip on your jeans. You rapidly open the bag and catch a whiff of the burger and fries, causing your mouth to water and a sharp pang of hunger to rip through your belly. You so enthralled with the scent that you almost don’t notice Dean stick his head into the bag, sniffing around for his own burger.

     “Ah,ah! Bad dog!” You scold grabbing his collar and hauling his head out of the bag. He whines as he sees a napkin had stuck to his wet nose and tried to take it off with his paw. You laugh and pull it off for him, wiping your dirty hands off on it. “Serves you right.” You grab the first burger in the bag and unwrap it, setting it on the seat between you. “There that’s yours. You probably shouldn’t even be eating this.” You say but it’s too late. Dean already has half the burger in his mouth, chomping away at the Angus beef patty. “Well never mind then.” You say as you unwrap your own burger and pop a few fries in your mouth.

     Dean finishes his burger first, (big surprise.) while you’re still halfway through both your fries and burger. You have the packet of fries on your left leg, accompanied by your burger in your left hand. You look out of the window at the sun setting, lighting up the sky with orange and red colours, when you feel a weight on your right thigh. You look down to see Deans head resting on it, with his nose merely inches from your fries.

“Can I help you?” You ask with a mouth full of burger. He looks up at you, licks his lips and looks back at your fries with yearning in his big eyes. You huff and push him up into his sitting position again and spill the rest of your fries onto the aluminum foil his burger was wrapped in.

“You’re damn lucky you’re cute.” You say swallowing your last bite of supper. You brush off the crumbs from your hands and pick up your trash and stick it in the garbage can beside the car. You start the car and you expect Dean to resume his position sitting halfway out of the window then he crawls beside you and sets his head beside your leg; watching your keys jingle in the ignition. He nuzzles your leg and lets out a tired sigh. You guess he was just as tired as you were.

     You’re almost to the bunker when you see Deans fallen asleep against your leg. You gently lay your hand on his head and trail it down his neck to the middle of his back and back up again. You silently wish that you could be this close to human Dean. While you did joke around and hug and stuff, the one thing you craved was just to be in his arms on the couch in the bunker and watch “The Great Escape” or really anything. You just enjoyed being in Dean’s company and embrace. But at this rate the only thing you were getting was a slobbery puddle of drool on your jeans.

     You pull into the garage and gently jostle Dean awake. He slowly gets up from the car bench and hops down onto the floor, stretching his back legs out as he walks towards the bunker. You open the door for him and he nestles down on his makeshift bed while you slowly slide into your room to change into more comfortable clothing. You grab a pair of snoopy pajama shorts, a red tank top and quickly strip to replace your jeans and flannel with them. You smooth down your hair and return back to the bunker foyer. You stop and pat Dean on the head as he snoozes. You lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“Goodnight Dean.” You whisper getting up, going into the entertainment room, and closing the door behind you. Grabbing a blanket you drape it over the couch, lie down, and then fold the half you weren’t laying on over yourself. You close your eyes and attempt to fall asleep right there on the couch, but you feel sleep is just beyond your grasp. So you opt out for watching a movie instead. You flip out of your human burrito and glide your fingers over your DVD collection you’d acquired over the years. (Hey Dean had records, you had DVDs). You stopped at your copy of (F/M) and pop it in the DVD player, returning to the couch as the opening credits start to roll.

You’re lying on your stomach, about halfway through the movie when you hear the door creak. You grab the old revolver you kept hidden under the couch and cock the hammer. You lay perfectly still waiting for whatever had entered the room to come into your peripheral vision. You’re just about to pounce on whoever it was until that is, you saw who it actually was.

Dean prances up to you and wags his tail; the blanket you had given him is hanging from his mouth as he drags it behind him. You set the gun back down under the couch and rub your face and let out an sigh.

“God Dean you gave me a heart attack! Couldn’t you of barked or something!” You ask turning on you side looking at him, expecting an answer.  But all you get in reply is a smirk. You blink at him in disbelief. Could dogs even smirk, little own nail a “Dean Winchester Smirk.” You shake your head and lie back on your stomach, folding your arms and cradling your head on them. You close your eyes and try to ignore the feeling that you were being watched. “Dean, stop staring at me please. If you want to sleep in here go ahead, I don’t mind. Make yourself comfortable as you can. I know the whole 4 legs thing must be awkward.” You say with a yawn. You click off the TV and just start to get really comfortable when you feel a wet nose against yours. You flash your eyes open and see Dean staring at you again. He whines and paws at the blanket draped over your body.

     “Seriously?” You ask propping yourself up on your elbows. You look to see Deans abandoned his own blanket and now wants to share yours. Dean looks at you with his puppy dog eyes, (Some of whom could give Sam a run for his money) and whines. “Alright, Alright.” You lift your blanket and start to turn on your side but you don’t get a chance before Dean hops on the couch and lands directly on your back, knocking the wind out of you. He drapes himself over you and nuzzles your neck, letting out a sigh of contentment and licks your cheek again. He’s now lying on top of you, with his back paws on your ass and his head in the crook of your neck, his fur tickling the inside of your ears. It takes you a second to get the air back into your lungs but when you do you see that Dean’s eyes are already closed and he’s obviously asleep. You smile and start to bring the blanket back down, but stop halfway due to Dean alone being a living, breathing, heating pad. You feel your eyes start to slide shut as you fall asleep into a deep, happy sleep.


     You feel your senses come back to you as your body starts to wake up. First you’re aware of the sound of someone’s quiet, steady breathing beside you, then by the feeling of arms secured around your torso. You also come to find your no longer on your stomach, but on your side. You gently turn your head to look at the person who’s holding you, meeting the gaze of two emerald green eyes. Dean smiles at you and pulls you closer towards him, setting his head on your shoulder.

     “Morning.” He says, his voice rough from sleep. You don’t say anything for a moment out of sheer shock. The guy you’d been dreaming of for months was now spooning you on a couch.

     “Uh, Morning.” You reply getting your voice back. “I take it Sam found the witch?”

     “Yeah I guess so. I got my thumbs back.” He replies lifting a hand and wiggling his digit. You laugh and start to get up when he tightens his hold on you, keeping you in place. “Now where do you think you’re going?”

     “Uh, shouldn’t I leave? I mean you’re back to normal? I don’t want to-“

     “Was she right?” Dean interrupts.


     “I was in a secret room in the warehouse, I heard what the witch said, was she telling the truth. Do you love me?” He asks again. You feel a lump in your throat start to form. You swallow in an attempt to get rid of it, with no success.  “Yes.” was the only word you could get out. Closing your eyes you prepare for the heart breaking response, but receive silence instead. Your eyebrows knit together as you wait for Dean to do something, anything! He starts to sit up, bringing you with him and setting you on his lap, you curl your fingers around the blanket that he must have put around the two of you during the night, bringing it close to you. You look up at him and he pulls his lips into a side grin.

“I love you too. I always have.” Dean says kissing your cheek. “I never told you because I always thought you-“. Now it was your turn to stop him mid-sentence. You press your lips to his and you can feel him smile against you. You pull back and lean your forehead against his.

     “Thanks for taking care of me yesterday. And uh, sorry about that mess I left in the kitchen. I got hungry while you were getting changed last night” Dean says playing with a loose thread on your tank top.

Your eyes widen and shoot to his. “Wait, what mess?!”

5sos ft. teenagers (luke)

continuing… also, side note, happy birthday to the little noodle boy!

luke hemmings would literally have worshipped his daughter from the second she was born, and nothing would change as she moved through her teenage years. he would do anything to make her happy and see her smile, because she was always and continued to always be his little girl. so when he gets home one day and hears her crying in her room, his heart practically breaks for her. he’d drop everything and cautiously walk over to her room, knocking softly and then opening the door just a little bit. she’d be curled up next to her bed, her head in her hands and her knees pulled up to her chest, and there’d be just one second where they’d look each other in the eyes silently, his blue ones meeting her tear-filled ones, and then he’d just quietly go and sit down on the ground next to her, wrapping one of his arms around her and letting her cry onto his shirt like he would’ve done with her 10 years ago. she would cry for a little longer, but not too much longer because her dad was here for her, she wasn’t alone anymore. they’d continue to sit there, his arm still wrapped around her shoulder while she told him about how her boyfriend cheated on her with a girl from a different school and even though anger at the dumb boy was building up inside him, he would stay gentle and comforting while she vents to him about how she loves him still and doesn’t know what to do, but when she says it’s probably because the other girl was prettier, luke would’ve had enough. he would make her look him in the eyes and tell her that nothing justifies cheating on your partner, and that her boyfriend was a dumbass for thinking that he could do it and get away with it. luke would tell his daughter how someone as smart and beautiful and kind as her deserves someone better, someone who will treasure her and love her half as much as luke does, and his daughter would finally crack a little smile and say “i don’t think that’s possible, dad” and then he’d smile and say “exactly, good, no boys” and then they’d be laughing on the floor now, her broken heart already starting to heal and yeah my heart hurts now