so since you all seemed to like that last gif set so much i decided to make another one

REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!

Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.

Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.

Including you.

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Connecting The Dots

Paring: danisnotonfire x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff tbh.

Word count: 1121

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Usually, being with Dan included tons of kisses, touching, tickling, all that cute coupley stuff you see in the movies. However, it’s been different lately. It seems as if Dan is trying to pull himself away from me, and I hate it. I want him to be happy, whether that’s with, or without me, but I need to know where he stands on the matter.

I wake up the next morning, to a cold bed. Dan had already gotten up to start his day, which was not like him at all. Most days, I wake up first, mainly because of the fact he’s up until four am every night on tumblr. I try to brush it off as I begin to start my day, but it sits in the back of my mind, eating away at all of my thoughts. When I enter the kitchen, I see my beloved boyfriend eating his cereal while leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” he mumbled, milk spilling from the side of his mouth.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling at him, as I grab some frozen waffles out of the freezer. That was the extent of our conversation. After my answer, he had migrated to the living room, leaving me by myself. I told myself it was because he had a lot to do, which I know he does, but deep down it still hurt. Every day it seems to get worse, but he’s yet to move from our bed, or to kick me out, so I assume everything is alright… Kind of.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw that Dan had tweeting something about his next video. “Do you want absolutely terrible advice from someone who can’t figure his own life out? Send me an email for the next Internet Support Group video!”

Instantly, I got an idea. I could send him an email from a fake account, and get his advice on the matter. Though, it might not work out, as he probably will be flooded with thousands of emails. I decide to go through with it anyway, and begin to construct the perfect email. With one last proof read, I press the big send button, and hope that everything will work out.


A few days had passed since Dan sent out the tweet, and the days had been exactly the same. The occasional hello, the awkward silence when both of us are in a room together. It isn’t something big, right? I keep trying to assure myself everything is alright, but I just can’t believe it.

“Hey, (Y/N)? I’m gonna film the video now,” Dan told me, setting up the camera in our bedroom. Just like the other Internet Support Group videos, he had gone through all (or most of) the emails, and picked a few of his favorites. He left his door open, thankfully, so I could hear what he recorded.

After recording, and rerecording, his intro a few times, he finally began reading the emails. One was about a girl who was in love with her best friend. Another about a boy who wants to convince his parents to let him get a dog. Then, I heard the familiar writing of the email I had sent just days before.

“This lovely email is from (Y/N), (Y/A), London. It reads, ‘Hey Dan! Recently, my boyfriend, who shall remained unnamed for his sake, has seemed really withdrawled lately. I know he’s busy, as he’s got much to do, but even in his downtime, he spends it away from me, usually on tumblr or playing Mario Kart. We barely even talk anymore. I’m not sure if he wants to break up with me, or if he’s not happy anymore, but it’s worrying me! Help!”

I sat on the couch, waiting for his response to the email, wondering if he would be able to connect the dots or not. After a bit of pondering, he started talking again.

“Well, (Y/N), I wouldn’t say he necessarily wants to break up with you. Maybe it’s just a little stick in the mud, yeah? Try talking to him, get his attention, maybe sit down and kick his arse at Mario Kart next time he plays. There might be something going on in his life that he doesn’t know how to figure out at the moment. I would say try to talk to him before jumping to conclusions, but if he still acts that way after your talk, smother him with a pillow while he sleeps- I mean, whaaaat?”

A chuckle escapes my lips, causing Dan to turn towards me, as I had been watching from the doorway.

“Me? Kick your arse at Mario Kart? That’ll be easy,” I tease, a half smile on my face, praying he makes the connection so I don’t have to explain it. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he understands what I mean.

“(Y/N)?” Dan whispers, stopping the camera from recording, and making his way over to me. “Oh, love… I didn’t know that’s what you felt like.” His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair.

“I- I didn’t know any other way to ask you about it,” I swallowed, listening to Dan’s heartbeat.

“Darling, you can always talk to me. Always. I know we haven’t been as intimate as we used to be, but we’ve both got a lot going on right now. How about this. Friday, cancel all your plans. It’s going to be our day,” Dan tells me, pulling my face away from his chest. He looks in my eyes, a small smile on his face, before he kisses my nose. “I love you, (Y/N). So much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Dan,” I respond, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. So there we were, standing in each other’s arms, hugging for what felt like an eternity. And it felt wonderful. It reminded me of the early days, when our friends would always tease us about the amount of physical contact we always had. Dan let go of me, ripping me from my thoughts, before beginning to speak.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Dan called, sitting on his bed, and patting the spot next to him. “I think it’s time we tell the world, yeah?”

“Wha- Dan are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of what just happened,” I stammer, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m positive, (Y/N)! Get your cute butt over here, they’ll love you.”

So, I did. I sat down next to my amazing boyfriend, and he pressed record.

“Hello Internet! Today, I’m joined by my wonderful date mate, (Y/N). Say hello, beautiful!”

what goes around, comes around (chanyeol)
word count: 1515 w.
genre: romance, angst, post breakup au
summary: in which one of your grandma’s birthday wishes was to see you with chanyeol, your recent ex-boyfriend. oops?

“Stop pacing around! For god’s sake, just tell the damn boy!” Your best friend pressed her fingers on her temple, rubbing it in a circular motion. With a huff, you settled down right beside her on the couch. You weren’t very flexible in vocalizing your feelings or in your case, inviting your ex to your grandma’s birthday party.

She crossed her legs and propped an elbow on the top side of the couch. “I’m sure he’ll understand. I mean, Chanyeol basically adores your grandma. He wouldn’t mind being there at the party.”

“You did tell your grandma that you and Chanyeol have broken up, didn’t you?” She asked in a confident tone, eyebrows raising as she waited for your response.

“Um, yeah, about that…”

Your best friend groaned in frustration. When her reflex kicks in, she starts grabbing things near to her and fortunately, it was a throw pillow. “It’s been almost three months, girl! How can you not tell your family about the break-up?”

“They love Chanyeol!” You exclaimed, dodging the pillow she threw. “It would break their hearts if they knew about it.”

“Who are you kidding?” She started crawling to your side of the couch before poking your forehead. “You still love Chanyeol and it still breaks your heart because you can’t accept that you two are over.”

Tears were threatening to stream down your face but your best friend was right. You do still love the guy and acceptance wasn’t just running through your mind back then, even right now. Chanyeol gave you so much precious memories to cherish that forgetting them, forgetting him, was the last thing on the list.

“One way or another, you gotta move on. You have to move on.”

Your heart sank at your best friend’s words. She fished out your phone from your body bag. At first, you hesitated on dialing his number, thinking on what you were going to say. Should you ask him how are things going? Should you say hi or hello but hell, you know whatever you were gonna say is gonna sound awkward.

“This is the best chance of closure you have. Don’t screw it up.”

You gulped at her words before pressing the call button. Your hands started perspiring when a deep, baritone voice greeted your ear. It’s the same husky voice that whispered sweet nothings to your ear. It’s the same voice that said, “I love you” more than a thousand sunsets. But it’s also the same voice that muttered a quiet, “I’m sorry” when you decided to walk out the door.

“Hi, Chanyeol.”

You have no idea why you were now in a convenience store, searching for junk food and soda for a road trip to your grandma’s house. With Chanyeol. Yes, that Chanyeol. Your ‘well-loved by your family and friends’, ex-boyfriend extraordinaire, Park Chanyeol.

You had to admit. You haven’t had a decent road trip up until now. You haven’t showed up to one family gathering for the last three months. Every event you attended back then, you had Chanyeol with you. But it seems now would be the last time to have him by your side.

As you were shoving various food down your basket, you spotted your favorite chocolate. Chanyeol used to buy it when you were feeling upset with things. A momentary need to add it to the list of items in your basket was felt but your hand stopped halfway. This trip should be a road to closure, not a trip down to memory lane.

“That would be ten dollars,” the cashier said as a the register noise reverberated around the store.

You were about to hand out the payment when Chanyeol placed another item on the flat surface. His height towered over you as you looked up at him before turning to see what he added.

“I remember you liked this chocolate, and I know it’s kinda wrong or whatever, but I couldn’t not buy it for you.” He pointed out, his lips pursed in a thin line.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath.

Chanyeol looked over the passenger’s side to the sight of you clumsily wiping tissue on the soda stain on your white blouse. Out of all the days you had to wear your blouse, why was this the perfect day to spill soda on it? Not to mention, right in front of your ex.

“Still clumsy, I see?” Chanyeol grinned, his line of sight completely focus on the road. “Do you have an extra shirt? I have one at the back.”

Your eyes twinkled in wonder. Your voice faltered a bit but you eventually found your grip. “Who’s is it?”

Chanyeol snapped his head towards your direction. You averted your attention to the view outside so you could avoid his gaze. “It’s my sister’s.”

You replied with a small “oh”. “I actually have an extra but–”

“That’s okay, I won’t look. I’ve seen it all anyway.” Chanyeol teased, earning a few shy giggles from you and a blush creeping its way to your cheeks.

You proceeded on changing your blouse. True to his words, Chanyeol kept his eyes on the road. The one you changed into was an oversized shirt. Needless to say, it was your favorite.

Chanyeol couldn’t help but side-glance at you even just for a quick minute. A small smile plastered on the latter. It was rather charming how Chanyeol’s dimples were placed perfectly on his face. He began, “That’s my shirt.”

You glanced down and it was, indeed, his shirt. Now this would just make the situation worse. It would seem like you were giving him a signal that you weren’t completely over him (you really weren’t), and you wouldn’t want that.

“Do you want it back?” 

You whipped your head to the driver’s side, only to find his eyes crinkled and a soft smile accompanying it. “Nah, it always looked better on you.”

The party was a blast despite being celebrated by an eighty year old. There were so much interactions between your family and Chanyeol that it very much overwhelmed you. You had to tell them someday, but not today. Your grandma might get a heart attack when she finds out the truth and you avoided that effect at all costs.

Loud pitter-pats of raindrops fell heavily on the roof. Your grandma convinced you and Chanyeol to stay the night over at her house as driving back to Seoul was perilous at this time of the night. The heavy rain added enough reason to accept her offer. There was an extra room fit for two guests. Requesting a carpet and another set of thick comforter would draw questions from your grandma.

You and Chanyeol were a couple and it was only natural to sleep in one bed. At least, after three months again.

The two of you had your backs to each other, refusing to lay on your backs instead. It’s been a while since the two of you slept in one bed, under one roof.

You shouldn’t be saying this right now but you called him out. “Chanyeol.”

He responded, “I thought you were asleep.”

“I missed this,” you finally gave into your feelings. Taking a deep breath, you sighed, “I missed you. I missed us.”

You know you shouldn’t get your hopes up but you couldn’t take your mind off his words that he said earlier that day. You weren’t sure if he was leading you on or he was just being the cocky Chanyeol you seldom encountered back in your relationship. 

The best way to get some closure was to let out everything that’s been long kept in your mind and heart. Closure is accepting rejection once the words hidden at the back of your mind passed by your lips.

You slowly rolled your body to the other side. Surprised, you backed away a little as his face was dangerously lurking close to yours. His soft gaze never left your face the moment you turned to him. A few centimeters and his pink lips would have found yours.

“Is there a chance you’d ever come back?” You questioned as your eyes slowly closed. Your heart readied itself to be crashed into a million pieces once again.

His hand emerged from under the blanket, making its way to your cheek. His thumb rubbed invisible shapes. You found yourself leaning more into his palm. 

“Just ask me to stay.”

You felt your heartstrings tug, heightening your senses to the maximum level. Even in the dark, you saw colors swirling around the room. Hearing those words made something burst inside of you that it spread hope all across your thoughts.

Opening your eyes, tears finally escaped from it. “I never stopped loving you, Chanyeol. Will that make you stay?”

“More than you will ever know, babe.”

You never had a sweeter kiss than this.

note: okay so maybe missing 9 and chanyeol wasn’t such a great idea ;A; i have pcy feels all over again send help | masterlist

Title: The New Candidate (Part 7.) 

Character(s): Patrick Sullivan and Ashley Wright (original female character)
Summary: Tensions rise back at the Firehouse.
Word Count: 2,111
Author’s Note: So, so much fluff!!! 

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Since their date, Ashley and Patrick had begun talking more and more with one another outside of work. They would constantly send each other text messages, talk on the phone – she felt like it was a beginning of a great relationship. Though, Ashley knew that once they were back at the Firehouse, they would have to act normally and unlike how they were during their first date.

At the start of her shift, Ashley had already begun cooking breakfast for the rest of the men. She was dressed in her navy pants, boots, and a fitted FDNY t-shirt that was tucked in. Her hair was neatly tied in a pony tail and she looked up every time someone entered the main room.

Larry walked to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup of coffee as he watched Ashley cook.

“Morning, Candidate,” he smiled.

“Hey, Larry. Good morning.”

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Professor Pride Week 11

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Title: Professor Pride Week 11

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word count: 1,429

Warnings: fluff

A/N: It’s Tuesday AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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Classes were cancelled last Thursday,but none of the students seemed to know why it happened, except for a select few, including yourself.  You were given the weekend to relax; your professors giving you a little leeway.  Dean Wade made sure that you were alright.  Calling you a few times to check on you.  You loved Loretta, she was the mom you wish you had.  Your mother was always demanding and didn’t care about your needs or your wants.

It was now Tuesday and you were in class.  The looks that you and Dwayne exchanged were different.  They were more relaxed; more open.  It was as if Pride didn’t have to hold back his feelings anymore.

As class ended, you looked up from your laptop getting a single nod from Dwayne.  You knew what it meant; you were supposed to follow him to his office.  A place you came to love in the last couple of months.

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Author’s note: As always, send in requests! Also forgive my spelling, I didn’t edit this. And, btw, this one is really longgggggggg so I hope you all enjoy it! Xoxo :3


Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader ((With a little bit of SteveXReader in there…I’m not sure why that keeps slipping into my imagines idk))

Warning: some violence

Prompt: You were trained by an underground group of mutants since you were little, and your first mission was to take down the Avengers. Pietro, being once associated with the wrong side as well, sees that you are truly not the enemy and tries to protect you from the other Avengers as well as keep you from killing him.


“Your Eyes”


You spotted them before they spotted you. You saw two Avengers, Thor and Iron man, flying around above you, scouting out the area. Luckily, you had the mutant power to become invisible, so you weren’t worried about them seeing you. Well, not too much anyway.

After what went down with Ultron, the Avengers had gained quite a large and rather positive reputation among the humans. However, despite all the mutant communities efforts, the humans would never be as excepting of mutants as they are the Avengers. The group that had spent years ruthlessly training you told you over and over again that the Avengers didn’t deserve the praise that they got, not when your own people had been fighting for equality for so long.

The Avengers were training in the backwoods of a small town in upstate New York, far away from the crowded streets of New York city. You had been following their every move for the past month, and you figured that a secluded section of woods would be the best chance that you had of ridding the world of the Avengers.

“Remember,” Your boss’s words rang through your brain. “You are a mutant. Mutants deserve the same kind of recognition that the Avengers have. The Avengers serve as an icon to the humans, showing them that the human race is superior to everything else. Any abnormal abilities they have are artificial, not natural like ours. We are superior. Time to show them that.”

You watch Thor and Iron Man land, both giving the go-ahead to the rest of the Avengers, telling them the area was clear. The rest of your team was in trees and bushes, completely hidden. You were the closest to the group, no more than five feet away from them. Even with your invisibility powers, even behind a tree, you felt the nerves begin to tighten around my throat in a chokehold. You had never done anything like this. You had trained for hours and hours every day, but suddenly, you felt completely unprepared.

You shook my head and ridded my mind of all the doubts and questions, there was no time for that. You had a job to do.

Thor and Captain America had set the hammer and shield on the ground adjacent to the tree you stood by. You smirked to yourself, too easy.

Knowing that all your teammates had their eyes on where you were, you made your hand visible and gave them the gesture to begin the mission.

The Black Widow and Hawkeye had just begun to do some stretches when your teammates jumped from the trees and showered over them like acid rain.

You remained in the shadows, waiting for the first sign that your team needed help. They too were mutants; one of them could melt into the ground, another could multiply themselves, another could shape shift into any animal…the list went on. However, your powers (other than the invisibility) were by far the most impressive and powerful, and combined with your combat skills, it was obvious why you were chosen to be the team leader.

The Black Widow instantly and naturally jumped into combat, kicking and jumping her way out of the mutant’s path. Hawkeye, who had a bow and arrows resting on his back, quickly shot up and hit one of the mutants heading straight for him, then ran towards the Black Widow.

Thor reached out his hand and his hammer came to him in a flash. Captain America started to run towards his shield, and that, you decided, was going to be your entrance. Smoothly, you slipped out from behind the tree and grabbed the shield. As the shield lifted off the ground, your body shimmered out of invisibility. You cast your worries and mundane fears aside, and grin at the star-spangled-idiot in front of you. His steps slowed, and his eyes grew wide.

“Are you looking for this, Captain?” Your voice was so smooth and sleek compared to the madness that was unfolding around you.

“Ma'am, I’d advise that you put the shield down right now.” His voice was icy as well, but with little emotion to back it up. It seemed more like a warning than anything.

“No, but thank you.” Your grin dropped and a stone-hard look covered your face. You channeled all of your energy into the shield, then, within a matter of seconds, sent it flying towards the Captain’s face. He tried to catch it, as he had done thousands of times before, but the power and pure energy that you had laced it with sent the man flying back into the trees.

You had the ability to channel energy to a certain part of your body, making your punches, kicks, throws, and anything else more than twice as effective.

You felt the shimmering in your hands fade away, leaving them with a dull ach. It was the cost of your power, it was a double edged sword. The more you used it, the more of a toll it take on you.

You looked around and saw that most of your team was laying on the ground, knocked out cold. You were among the last standing, and the others were not going to last long. You had underestimated them, completely.

A silver and blue flash appeared next to you in a instant, followed by a punch in your gut that knocked the complete wind out of you.

You fell onto the forest floor, your arm wrapped around your stomach. Looking down at you was a man with white hair and a rather cocky grin plastered to his face.

This was one of the newest recruits, Pietro Maximoff. You had done enough research on him, you know what his powers were, and who his sister was. Honestly, you were glad that it was the male twin that found you first.

“I have got another one!” Quicksilver shouted to the others, his accent rang throughout the trees.

The noise of fighting had gone down, meaning that you were probably the last one still fighting. So, the mission had just shifted from an assassination to a suicide mission.

You slipped your invisibility on and got away from the Maximoff, frantically searching for one of your teammates. None of them were up.


Pietro looked all over for the girl he had just taken down, she couldn’t have just disappeared!

His blue eyes scanned the ground of any signs of her, and he spotted leaves crunching and rustling on the ground, almost like there was someone walking on them. Quickly (like always), he rammed into the back of the invisible girl, knocking her onto the ground.

His larger frame trapped her too the earth, her face was pressed against the dirt and plants.

“It seems you have fallen for me, no?”

The girl growled and rotated her body, their noses were touching. “More like fallen under you.”

 She smiled at him, flashing her white teeth, then shoved her hands against his chest. A burst of power came through her fingertips and he was in the air, and she fled.

Pietro slammed into the ground, groaning in pain. That look in her eyes, he saw something that he had seen in himself many times before; blind devotion. He had felt it when he worked with Ultron. He knew that he wanted to get revenge for what had happened to him, so he was willing to fight along side Ultron, not knowing just how bad Ultron was.

Pietro narrowed his eyes and looked around in the trees. If this girl was really like him, was just some sort of puppet for a larger, more sinister cause, he felt the need to protect and help her. He wanted to make sure that she knew who was on the good side and who was on the bad.

We found the girl, Wanda’s voice rang through Pietro’s brain. She doesn’t know that we have spotted her. She seems exhausted, like her energy is completely drained. 

Where are you? Pietro asked frantically.

By the cars that we came here in. She replied, a note a question in her tone.

Pietro wasted no time, he ran as fast as his feet could carry him (pretty damn fast), and made it just in time.

Clint has his pow strong pulled back and an arrow pointed straight at the girl dragging her feet and huffing for air a few feet away. Pietro, thinking quickly, rammed into Clint and knocked him out of his hiding spot behind a tree.

The girl gasped and turned around to see Clint on the ground, but her view was quickly cut off by Pietro’s body stepping in front of her in a flash, his arms spread out protectively. The Avengers had not seen him do anything like this other than for Wanda, but even she was sitting next to the rest of them in awe.

The girl’s eye’s widened, and she backed up until her back hit the rough bark of a tree.

“What…what are you doing?” She asked, breathless.

“What is your name?” He asked, his accent thicker than it had been.

“Y/N.” She answered after a moment of hesitation.

“You don’t have to do this, you know. You don’t have to kill anyone because you were told to. I’m sure that whoever sent you to do this had his or her reasons, but I think that your heart is not fully invested in it, correct?”

Pietro wasn’t looking at her, all she saw was his back and heard his words. She was silent for moment, then whispered, “Why would you say that?”

“Your eyes, Y/N, your eyes. I could see it.”

For third place, the story I picked is ‘Brewery Tour’ by @jhoomwrites

I’ve seen the text post that this is based on floating around on Tumblr, and I honestly love what you did with it! The banter between Dean and Cas via their little postcards is adorable, and the ending was hella cute! 

I don’t follow you yet, so you get a follow back from me as promised! And of course everyone should take a looksie at your blog and AO3! Congratulations on a job well done!

It’s a frosty January morning when Castiel pulls his robe tight to go out and check his mail. He hastily grabs the contents and darts back inside before the chill can settle in his lungs. Briefly carding through it, there’s nothing of interest. Only junk mail, it seems, so he tosses it into the recycling.

A postcard, tucked in between a flyer and a large coupon book, slips free and flutters to the floor. Castiel barely gives it a second glance, reaching down to throw it in with the rest. However, something makes him stop to read it first. On one side is a picture of the Sam Adams Brewery, on the other is a brief note.

I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only
address I know.  
Happy Holidays.
- DW

There’s something oddly sweet about the sentiment, so he decides to keep the card from this mystery DW. He pins it to his fridge, held in place (fittingly enough) by a magnetic bottle opener. And there it would have stayed, forgotten. Except that Castiel can’t stop thinking about the unknown sender. It nags at him until he gives in. Such a well-meaning message deserves to be answered, and he’s determined to do just that.

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Imagine having to deal with Jared’s drunkenness

The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.

“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”

The kitchen island is covered with different kind of ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie in the whole wide world!”

The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.

“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”

“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me. Talk”

She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been holding this up for days.

“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”

“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s her turn to cross her arms.

“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”

“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”

“I’ll think about it”

I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day. All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t, so I left.

Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.

We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know she’s waiting for my response.

“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”

Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”

“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”

Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.

The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all, since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.

“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the group of men.

Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately starts asking me about work.

As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend, just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.

“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to me since he greet me an hour ago.

“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his words from the last time we saw each other.

“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”

“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.

“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”

I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.

“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the company was garbage.

“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really shocked.

“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”

All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.

“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”

“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”

“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the bartender, “Can I have another beer?”

I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever, it was nice talking to you”

I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each other.

“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”

I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like he wants to make sure I’m still there.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.

I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him seriously.

“You are really drunk” I laugh.

“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the eyes.

“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”

“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”

“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears among the people.

After a while of walking around, talking to a few people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes after we arrived.

I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.

“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.

“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.

“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”

“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.

“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding, “Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”

“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”

“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am. He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”

I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he gets quiet.

“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You are too drunk”

“You already said that”

“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”

I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.

“Jared please, don’t make this hard”

“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even see you smile tonight”

“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me smile, only get angry”

“I’ll go if you show me a smile”

“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”

“Ok, deal”

He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I stop him midway.

“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”

“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look drunk!”

“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him outside the bar again to catch a cab.

“What? I’m not shouting!”

“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”

“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms, “Am my own boss”

“Sure, whatever you say”

I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to annoy me.

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years and you’ve always been single”

“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut up”

“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make lines to date you”

“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the face”

Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away, looking at me a bit scared.

When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.

“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.

“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally noticed it”

Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab. I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the house.

I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I want to leave him.

“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”

He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.

“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him come out of the bathroom.

But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for me.

“What are you…?”

His lips silence me and I find myself responding to his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.

“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.

“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with a smile on his lips.

The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way to switch places with him.

A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get up from the bed.

“No, where are you going?”

Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from leaving the room.

“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”

“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start crying.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his face, “Are you alright?”

“I love you” He mutters.

Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.

“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good night”

I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to stop me again.

“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was being so annoying with you?”

“You are…”

“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor lying. I love you”

“I have to leave”

“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”

I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit and push him to the bed.


I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides if it’s a good idea or not.

“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around for the source of the noise.

When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”

“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”

“Of course you are” He laughs.

And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to remember.

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my naked body from his position.

“I think I do”

“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of the room.

I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his bed.

“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate me!”

“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”

“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says, kneeling on the bed, “Come here”

His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him, making me fall over his naked body.

“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.

“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”

“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and start my day in the strangest way possible.

Caught in the Rain

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Title: Caught in the Rain

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,073

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: I wanted to surprise all of you with something! I want to start writing for LaSalle! So here is a little something I wrote last night.  I hope to get some LaSalle requests <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

The warm rain pelted your skin as you stood outside of LaSalle’s house.  You had only been working here for a year.  Everyone was so welcoming, especially LaSalle.  They made sure you had a place to stay until you eventually had one of your own.  You were supposed to move into your new place this week.  LaSalle was excited to help you move into your new place.  For some reason you didn’t feel the same.

Ever since you moved to New Orleans to be on Pride’s team, LaSalle was always by your side no matter what.  It wasn’t common for you to get that kind of support.  It didn’t help that you felt attracted to LaSalle.  Living with him only made you fall deeper in love with the agent.

LaSalle knew that you suffered from depression and anxiety.  He was always there when you needed him; even if it was late at night.  There were times where he would sacrifice his chance to sleep, just to help you.  On occasion he would let you sleep in his bed.  Those were the nights you loved the most.  When you were with LaSalle, you were happy; you felt like nothing in the world could ever drag you down.  Now you weren’t sure what would happen.  There was no way LaSalle would drive in the middle of the night just to comfort you or calm you down.

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Mike finally asking you out 

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Song: i hate u, i love u by gnash feat. olivia O’Brien

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I really love this song and I wanted to write to this immediately. And since I love Dodds, I picked this for him.

To be fair, he didn’t want to be with her as much as he wanted to be with you.

She was just someone Mike felt like he needed to be with, considering that his father was the one who pushed the relationship. He tried so hard to convince himself that being in the relationship he was currently in was good for him, yet it as the days dragged on it seemed draining to try and keep up with it. Yet Mike tried so hard to convince himself that you and him could never work out; considering that you worked so closely together. You worked for TARU, and with Mike working at SVU he thought that a lot of people, mostly his father, wouldn’t approve. However, she wasn’t the one who spent numerous nights helping Mike file, she wasn’t the one who remembered slight details like Mike’s favorite restaurant a few blocks down or the sport he played when he was younger, and she wasn’t the one who always seemed to be able to calm Mike down whenever shit hit the fan at SVU.

He owed it all to you.

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Spencer Reid Imagine: I thought you were dead
Warnings: None
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Your job meant putting yourself on the line. It was something you did a million times over on a daily basis, but today was different, you knew fine well the chances of getting out of here were slim, the unsub killed each of one his victims and you were going to be no different. He knew you were FBI, he also knew the FBI were going to try and save you, but it didn’t seem to deter him. A gun pressed into your forehead as you sat, tied fully to the chair, he smirked at you before speaking.

“I’ll let you make one phone call, one goodbye, one” he spat as he removed the gun from your forehead, you nodding desperately before spouting a list of numbers knowing exactly who you would call.

*Spencer’s P.O.V*

The group was gathered around the table, all coming up with plans, none of them being remotely plausible, you had all set up outside the building y/n was being held in, she was on the other side of that door but you couldn’t get in without him shooting her. “Guys” you interjected, holding up your phone revealing a number was calling. You held it to your ear as you answered.

“Do not put me on speaker okay?” y/n pleaded as you signalled to the others to be quiet, shaking your head as they asked for you to put her on speaker.

“Tell the team this isn’t their fault okay? This is my decision” y/n spoke, her words softer than usual. “Spence, I need to tell you something, I mean I’m gonna die right, so why not be honest.” Y/n stopped for a moment or two.

“Y/n, we can get you out we can try, I won’t stop trying”  you staggered out down the phone only to be shushed by Spencer.

“Spence, just be quiet and listen okay? This is my phone call, okay and I need to tell you this. Shit, Spence, I love you. I know this is a bad time to tell you this but fuck, Spence, I’ve been in love with you for a long time, since the day I walked into the B.A.U” You couldn’t even reply, taking a few steps away from the others, just enough so they couldn’t hear the conversation before he mustered up a reply.

“Y/n, I love you too so much, listen to me S.W.A.T are gonna storm and-” Before you could continue, you heard the Unsub yell something before switching the phone off. Seconds later a gunshot came from the building and silence fell completely.

Nobody could dare ask whether it was y/n or the unsub who took the bullet. Only a moment went by before the unsub, laughing was pushed out of the door, tears filling your eyes as you realised what that meant. Nobody could believe it, you looked to the sky for a moment before being pulled back to earth by JJ.

“She okay Spencer, he shot her but he missed, one of the agents pushed him out of the way, it hit her but she’s going to be okay, medics are in there right now. She’s not dead” Those words were your holy grail, you couldn’t believe it.

*Y/n’s P.O.V*

You fought through the ambulance ride, you fought through surgery, and now you laid in a hospital bed, Spencer sat by your side, the others had to leave as they hadn’t slept in 36 hours. Spencer, however, decided that he wasn’t going to leave you opting instead for sleeping in the chair next to you.

“Fuck, it’s bright” you groaned murmuring the words to yourself, causing Spencer to jolt awake.

“Hey y/n” Spencer whispered moving a couples strands of hair away from your face placing his hand on your cheek. “I thought you were dead” he breathed placing a kiss on your cheek before moving away and helping you sit up, him beaming like a small child the entire time.

“I’m just so happy you’re okay y/n, I don’t know if you remember our last conversation but, I’m glad I got to say it” he smiled, as memories gushed over you, a blush spreading across your face as you recalled the ‘I love yous’.  "I mean it too" he whispered looking away a little. You slid along in the small bed, offering half to Spencer, him smiling to himself as he slipped in, lying on his side to fit in wrapping an arm gently around you. He was being so delicate due to your condition wanting to make sure not to hurt you in the slightest, you were shot in the stomach and lost a lot of blood, but at least for now you were stable.

“I meant it too” you smiled shuffling closer into Spencer so that you were tucked cautiously into him, your eyes growing heavy again. Both you and Spencer stayed quiet after that, both of you falling into a deep sleep next to one another, smiling as you did so. Only to be woken by the sound of a photo being taken on Morgan’s phone, a picture that was no doubt going to be sent to everyone the second he got the chance. Not that you would mind, Spencer was incredibly important to you and you were never letting him go again.

[SUMMARY: Dwight finds Ellie and brings her to the compound where she meets Negan. The two instantly have a strong sexual attraction to each other but it doesn’t settle well with Dwight who slept with her before she got to the compound.]


Negan and Ellie.

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Summary: Zelda Ruiz is an 18 year old mexican/american mutant, she can stop and travel through time, when she arrives to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, on her first day she meets Peter Maximoff, the silver haired guy with awesome musical taste who turns out to be her teacher.

Parts: 6/?

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypher |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish |

Notes: At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.


“Zel! Where have you been?” Anne asks, she’s sitting on the couch, drawing.

“Uh, I, I…”

“You went to Coney Island.” She says, I feel the color leaving my skin.

“How do you know that?”

“Zel, you’re carrying a pink dinosaur, and you smell like sand and cotton candy.”

“Ohh, right, sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” I leave Gunther on my bed and walk to the wardrobe, I take out Peter’s Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts.

“I’m going for a soda with Bobby and John, want to come?”

“Sure, give me a second.”  I get up, grab my hoodie and close the door behind me.

We arrive to the cafeteria, Bobby and John saved us a seat next to the window, I make my way to the table while Anne gets the drinks.

“Zelda.” Bobby says.

“What?” I sit in front of them.

“Why are you wearing Maximoff’s shirt?”

“This is not Maximoff’s shirt…” I begin to say.

“It’s his favorite shirt, everyone knows that, he says it brings him good luck or something.”

“Zel, have you been secretly hooking up with him?” John asks.

No I haven’t been hooking up with Maximoff, but damn, I wish I had.

“Why would I be hooking up with Maximoff John, it makes no fucking sense.” I grunt.

“Then, why are you wearing his shirt?”

“this shirt is Doug’s “ I blurt the fist name that pops into my mind.

They are still laughing when Anne arrives with the drinks.

“Whoa guys, what did I miss?” Says Anne as she sits next to Bobby.

“Zelda says she’s wearing Doug’s shirt, I say it’s bullshit, that shirt is Maximoff’s.” Bobby says.

“Of course is Doug’s…”

“Maximoff? There’s no fucking way that shirt is Maximoff’s.”

“Thanks Anne, finally someone is speaking with logic.”

“But, I don’t think that shirt is Doug’s either, I believe you are having a secret affair with someone, you went to Coney Island today and I’m 100% sure you weren’t on your own, you suck at fair games and you were carrying a pink dinosaur.” She smirks.

“I-I was with Doug, for real.”

“Look, there he is.” John points at the door, Doug is standing there, searching for a table, wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white shirt. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Don’t you dare Lighter.”

“I want to know too Zel.” Anne laughs.

“DOUG! OVER HERE!” Bobby waves at him and he makes his way to our table.

“Hey guys!” I stand up, giving him an awkward hug. “Um, hey Zel:”

“Doug, we’re so happy you are here, we wanted to ask you a question.” John chuckles.

“Um, yeah, it’s okay.” Doug is the kind of person that “Um's” a lot.

“You see that shirt Zelda is wearing?” Bobby points, Doug nods. “Is that shirt yours?”

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

“Yeah, of course it’s his shirt, right honey?” I say, resting my head in his shoulder.

“Is it Zel?” He shooks his head.

“Yeah, totally, you gave it to me after we slept together last night.” Bobby and John open their eyes in surprise.

“Oh, right babe.”  Doug holds my hand, I look at him. “I’m going to kill you.” He whispers.

“No shit, since when have you been dating guys?” Bobby asks.

“Um, we’ve been dating for about 4 hours.” Doug nods.

“You got to third base before being his boyfriend, Doug, you’re officially life goals.” Johny says, he lets out a grunt after I kick him.

“And when were you going to tell us, it’s not fair Zel, we share a room and you never told me you liked Doug.”

“We were waiting to make it official, he asked me to be his girlfriend today at Luna Park.”

“Yeah, I took her to the Cyclone, and we had Ice Cream.”

“Well, congratulations lovebirds, I’m amazed but you guys make a cute couple.” Anne greets us.

The rest of the night passes in a blur, we move from the cafeteria to one of the common rooms, the one that happens to be next to Peter’s room, and I’m stuck with Doug, we share one couch, I sit on his lap while we talk, Bobby, Anne and John go to sleep an hour later, I try to go but Doug grabs my hand.

“Zelda, would you please explain me why did you tell everyone I was your boyfriend?” Doug asks, he seems mad, I don’t blame him.

“If I tell you, promise me you won’t tell anyone, not Anne, and specially not Bobby or John.” I beg.

“I won’t but you better have a good reason because I’m about to kill you right now.”

“It’s Maximoff.” I sigh, “We’ve been hanging around since that day at music class, when we sang The Cure’s Lullaby.”

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you’ve been sneaking all around New York with Maximoff? The rumors were true then.”

“Yeah, I mean, we’re good friends, but if Xavier finds out, he’ll kill me, he already lectured me about boundaries between professors and students.”

“Zel, you know my mutation allows me to read body language and to understand the truth within every sentence you speak?”

“Doug, you tell me that everytime we talk.”

“You are in love with him, madly in love with him.”

“I know, but he’s like a shit ton of years older than me, and that would never work.” I sit back on the couch and bury my face in a pillow.

“Zel, I’ll help you, you’re one of my best friends and if you’re in love with Speedy Gonzales, I’m going to help you.” I start laughing.

“Thanks Doug, you’re the best, please don’t kill me.” I say, hugging him.

Peter’s POV.

When Wanda was six, I took her to her first day at school, I stayed there, while she waved me goodbye before entering the classroom and way after the doors were closed, in that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I realized how much I loved Wanda, I mean, I obviously love her because she’s my little sister but I was 16 and I didn’t really worry about any other things than stealing video games and records, but I realized how much it would hurt me if something happend to her, I wasn’t going to let anybody hurt my little girl, I owed that to my mom, my dad was a dick, but that didn’t mean I was one too.

Charles, Hank and Logan appeared in my front door a week after, we broke into the Pentagon and released Magneto, according to Logan, we had changed the future, saving the mutants from the Sentinel program that Bolivar Trask was desinging, they thaught me I could use my powers for the greater good, but it wasn’t until 1983 when I decided to do something about it, I joined Raven, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Hank and Charles to defeat Apocalypse and his horsemen, we became the X-Men’s second generation alongside with Ororo.

Two years later, I told Magneto he was my father, he was shocked at first, and he became distant, shortly after, I learnt I had another sister, Lorna, and Magneto had no other choice than to work in our relationship, we’ve improved since then, and I get to see the girls pretty often, but I never felt like I belonged.

I mean, Xavier’s was great, everyone was pretty understanding and supportive, but I always felt like an outcast, partly because of Magneto being my dad, but I always longed for someone who liked the same things I liked, someone who enjoyed music, comic books, videogames, someone I could talk to about my problems, about concerts, the girl I wanted to introduce to my girl, the kind of girl who would play with Wanda and her Barbies because she wanted to, but that person never arrived and I eventually got used to the loneliness.

Lorna and my mom set me up for blind dates but it wasn’t okay, I believe they didn’t get the concept of having chemistry with someone.

I tried college and I dropped it on the third semester, it was just too boring, why did we have to study about the color symbolism in every damn Shakespeare play if threats like Apocalypse were wandering freely all around the Universe? Somehow my dad convinced Charles I’d be a good teacher, so he offered me to teach music, and I’ve been teaching here for 3 years, and my mom was glad I had a steady job.

And then Zelda arrived.

With her sharp questions, sarcastic comments, her blue hair and her hazel eyes, filled with curiosity,  and her smile is enough to light up even the darkest of my days.

On Friday’s, after binge watching horror movies, she’d fall asleep in my arms, while whe listened to The Smiths, Radiohead or whatever she wanted, she had taken the control over my record player.

That night, afterI left Zelda in her room, I felt the kind of pain you feel when you miss someone, I take two hours to convince myself that I need to make a move before I screw everything up, and I make up a plan.

When I open the doors of my room, I hear her voice in the common room, my heart beats faster as I speed up to find her, she’s sitting in some guy’s lap, with her head resting on his shoulder, I recognize him, Doug, he’s in her class and has his arms wrapped around her shoulders, giving her small kisses on the top of her head, and the sharp pain I felt when I took Wanda to school on her first day, comes back.

I speed back to my room, taking out a backpack from underneath the bed, I begin to fill it with random clothes

I wait, as the voices fade away in the hallways, I lock my room and walk to the front door, I close it behind me, and start running, it takes me a while.

I don’t want to think, but I can’t help it either.

She’s fucking 18 Peter, she’s not into you, don’t you see? You were his toy all the time, she was just playing with your feelings.

I try to keep running, but focusing on the road is difficult when tears are blocking your sight.

I finally give up, somehow I arrived to a park, and throw myself into the grass, sobbing.

It’s the first time I ever cried because of a girl, and it sucks, because I love her.