A/N: I’m sorry these are taking me so long! I’m going to post at least two tonight! Also sorry if you aren’t a Redwings fan, I did it for the sake of the story :)
Request: May I request one with Jonathan Toews? One where Jonathan likes a girl but she’s too insecure to believe it. Maybe she thinks his kisses don’t mean anything? Honestly I’m open to whatever ideas you have or Wherever you want to take the story ☺️
Up Next: Jamie Benn
You didn’t really know when your fears had started, maybe it was looking around at all of the other players girlfriends, or maybe it was all of the hate comments you received on a daily basis. Despite all of Jonathan’s reassurance you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t really love you and maybe you were just a time consumer until something better came along.
You constantly were at a battle with yourself because deep down you knew that Jonathan really did love you and truly meant everything he said, but the rest of you was determined to convince you wrong, that you were just there so he had someone with him. You sighed as you set your phone down, Jonathan would be here in about an hour and you had intended to spend time with him to prove to yourself that he really did love you, but now all you wanted to do was curl up and cry. You had made the mistake of reading some of the comments a few “fans” had made on one of Jonathan’s posts for your anniversary, they’re cruel words had confirmed your own insecurities He doesn’t love you, He’s just with you for some fun.
The words echoed in your ears as you sat numbly on the couch, you had barely noticed Jonathan coming in until his lips touched yours gently to which you recoiled away from him, you couldn’t let him lead you on anymore.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked concerned and you almost gave in but you knew you had to hold your ground if you wanted to get a real answer out of him.
“You don’t really love me, why are you with me?” You blurted and the way he looked at you instantly made your heart shatter and made you regret every doubt you had just thought.
Before you could take back the words you had said he had your hands firmly in your grasp, he knew exactly what this was about and even though it didn’t stop it from hurting, he knew that you didn’t really mean it all the time.
“Y/N. You need to stop reading those comments…” He started with a sigh, giving you a look to silence your objection that he knew was coming, he didn’t want to fight and neither did you.
“I have been in love with you since we first met at the rink, back when you were cheering for the Redwings and hated my guts. If I really didn’t love you, would I have taken the insults you hurled at me from the stands?”
You couldn’t help but smile at the memory, you had been a diehard Redwings fan when you had first met Jonathan and you may have called him a few choice names during a heated game back then. He had insisted on meeting you that night and despite the rivalry you two hit it off right away, you began talking, and three months later you began to date.
“Or would I have gone to your sister’s wedding with you despite the fact that we had to wear those awful clothes she picked out for us? Would I have remembered your favorite ice cream flavor, the way you like your coffee, the fact that you hate sleeping with socks on even if your feet freeze in the night? Would I have remembered that you like to sleep with the windows open and a fan on so you can bundle up under the blankets? Would I have remembered your favorite book and the chapter that usually makes you cry?”
You couldn’t help the tears that filled your eyes as he listed everything that he remembered about you, things that you found to be mundane but he found to be unique to you. Things that were so small, such as the fact that you always slept with two pillows so you had one to curl up with and one to roll on, things that you only remembered if you truly loved someone.
You cut off his rant as you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly as you buried your face into his chest, you could feel the sweat seeping through it from practice but you really didn’t care, you felt his own arms wrap around you, locking you in a loving embrace.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for doubting you, the fans just kept talking and I-” You were cut off by another gentle kiss, this one different than before, you could practically feel the love radiating off of him at this point.
“I know, they can be pretty nasty sometimes and trust me, I know how the words get to you, they get to me too. But we’re stronger than that. We’re stronger than all of the hate. I love you Y/N.”
You laid in his arms for what felt like hours, and it might have been, you quickly fell asleep but when you woke up he was gone and you could hear the shower running down the hallway, but your phone dinged with a notification.
Opening it you found a picture of you sleeping on Jonathan’s chest posted on instagram with the caption.
I love you, for all the little things, all the mundane things, all the Y/N things.
You smiled softly at your screen, it would take some time, but you were sure that you and Jonathan would make it through everything, no matter what.
Finally got this bad boy done! I started before the Freshman chapter update and then I read the chapter update and it took me two days to recover LOL. But, anyway, I’m not completely happy with this but I hope it works. This is rated T for some sexually suggestive moments. And this fic is for the #ChoicesCreates Carnival currently being hosted by @hollyashton for the prompt “My heart finally told me to stop wasting my time.” Well…enjoy!
It was a warm, clear day but she wasn’t going to be able to
enjoy it. She gazed briefly out the window in disdain before turning back to
the computer screen.
She sighed in frustration as she continued typing, finding
herself deleting and rewriting the same line over and over. This novel was
going to be the death of her. She loved Professor Vasquez dearly and missed him
just as much. But part of her still couldn’t believe he’d tasked her with
finishing his book.
One more paragraph…just onemore was all she
needed. Then she would be ready for her next meeting with Professor Atiyah. She
would also be free to call up Zig before he had to head to work.
Things had been going well between the two of them since
they’d started dating a month ago. He was the most attentive guy she’d ever
been with. He always seemed to be able to tell when she was feeling down or
frustrated and knew exactly what to do to cheer her up. He regularly brought
her coffee and little baked goods from work. He’d learned quickly that the
strawberry scones were her favorite and he made sure she stayed stocked up. A
sly smile appeared as images of their last late night romp flashed through her
mind. He was no slouch in bed either.
As if on cue, the door to Professor Vasquez’ office opened
and there stood her boyfriend, looking anxious and worried. She got to her
feet, immediately coming toward him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Hey, you. I didn’t expect to see you here. Is everything
He hesitated before responding. “Yeah. I’ve just
been…thinking about something.You got a second?”
She nodded, trying to ignore the knots forming in her
stomach. Her heart was pounding mercilessly in her chest. She’d never seen such
uncertainty in his expression before. It was unnerving and she braced herself
for bad news.
“Of course. What is it?”
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced down at the
carpet before finally looking back up at her. “So, I was thinking about that
scholarship. The one I helped Chris and Arjun with? I was thinking maybe I
might go for it.”
He still looked unsettled and she took both of his hands in
hers, fighting the squeal threatening to break free from the back of her throat.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m not totally sure but yeah, I’m thinking about it.”
“That’s great, Zig!” Her mouth split open onto a wide grin.
He nodded half-heartedly and her smile faltered. She led him
to a couple of chairs across from the desk. Something was obviously bothering
him and she intended to find out what it was.
“You don’t seem at all excited about this,” she observed.
He shrugged and blew out a frustrated breath. “I’m
just…worried, I guess.”
She squeezed his hands. “About trying?”
Another shrug. “Something like that. I’ve just spent a long
time struggling to stay afloat. Every time an opportunity to do something
better with my life came along, it was immediately squashed…sometimes because
of my own screw ups and sometimes because of things I couldn’t control. It was
almost like some cruel joke.”
She nodded sympathetically as he continued.
“Then I moved here and met you and you care about me just as
much as my family does. In fact, you’re the only girl I’ve ever dated who liked
me for more than just the physical stuff. And on top of that, this scholarship
appeared and I started to feel pressure because I don’t want to disappoint you
or my sisters or…”
“Yourself?” She finished for him.
He paused before giving one quick nod. She stroked his cheek
tenderly with her thumb. “Hey, you know I want this for you. But, I’m not
trying to make you do it. I’m happy you helped out Chris and Arjun with the
initiative and everything else. You’re a big reason this scholarship even
exists now and it’s going to help a lot of people. But you did that because I
wanted you to. All I ask is that you do this now because you want to.”
He gazed intently into her eyes before leaning in to kiss
her softly. When they parted, he still had apprehension in his expression, but
he appeared slightly less nervous. Still, he got to his feet and began pacing.
“I know. I just keep thinking I’ll mess this up too or
they’ll just say no to me. I don’t know if I can handle that…”
She stood, drawing him into a hug. She slipped her arms
around his waist and snuggled into his chest. He rested his chin on her head,
heaving a deep sigh as his arms nestled around her.
“I know this is scary and it’s a big risk. But whatever you
decide to do, I’ve got your back. Okay? No matter what, you’re not alone, Zig.”
He nodded again before leaning down and resting his forehead
against hers. Momentarily they both looked into each other’s eyes. He spoke
“Thanks. I’m grateful for you, you know that?”
She nodded, smirking. “As you should be. I’m a catch.”
He chuckled at her teasing and she smiled. It was just the
reaction she was hoping to get. Then he glanced at his phone screen. “My
shift’s starting soon. I’ll call you when I’m off, okay?”
“Please do.” She winked and he gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek before releasing her and disappearing out the door with a wave.
She collapsed back down in her chair at the desk, her
fingertips at her temples. Everything inside of her wanted him to go for this.
He’d been trying to hide it, but she knew just how badly he wanted to go to
school. She’d seen him pausing to glance at textbooks in the bookstore whenever
they stopped in. She’d noticed him eyeing the course catalog with a highlighter
to mark classes he was interested in. It stung her to watch him shove down that
desire and he seemed to be doing it to spare himself the disappointment and to
avoid his own feelings. But that’s not what she wanted for him. She would
almost rather hear him yell or scream if it meant she got to see him express a
genuine emotion about his future.
That’s why she hadn’t been fazed by his anger outburst in
the cafe back when Chris and Arjun had first proposed this plan. Although she
was upset to see him hurting, she was also happy to see the passion behind his
anger. To know that he cared about more than just keeping her safe. That he was
starting to consider caring about himself.
She returned back to her work, still with the image of his
troubled look etched into her brain. She hoped he would decide to put himself
first for once and go for this opportunity. She would be right there to help
him with whatever he might need. But, as much as she wanted to talk him into
it, she knew she would have to let him make this decision on his own.
Somehow, she found herself with a little alone time in the
suite on a Saturday afternoon. All of her roommates were off hanging out with
friends or each other and she was enjoying having the space to herself. Zig
would be coming by any minute which would make her afternoon that much better.
She still couldn’t help thinking back to the day they’d
talked about the scholarship. It had been a couple of weeks now and she’d
promised herself not bring it up but inside she was a ball of nerves. He’d been
so conflicted and tense that day, she was positive he wasn’t going to go for
it. She knew the deadline was fast approaching and it took all of her willpower
not to pester him about it. Everything would be fine in the end, whether he
went to school now or not.
She heard a quick knock at the door and jumped up instantly.
When she answered, Zig stood on the other side of the door, his signature smirk
on his face. He looked so sexy and she’d been craving him for the past two
days. Without a word, she yanked him through the doorway and slammed the door
closed, locking it behind him. Then she grabbed the back of his head and pulled
him toward her, causing their lips to crash together. She attacked him
hungrily, her kisses moving from his top lip to the bottom one and back again.
She was just beginning to deepen the kiss while slipping her hands underneath
his shirt when he reluctantly pried himself away, flushed and breathless.
“Woah, hold up there, tiger!” He teased, his hands raising
in mock defense. She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms.
“Seriously, Zig? I tell you we have the whole suite to
ourselves and you don’t want to do
anything?!” She didn’t even try to hide her frustration and he chuckled.
“Hey, relax. Of course I want to! I always want to. But I have something to show you first.”
He pulled out his phone and opened up his email. He then
scrolled to one particular message and held it out for her to see.
We are writing to
inform you that we have received your complete application package for the
Second Chances academic scholarship. You will be notified as soon as selections
for the upcoming school year have been made.If we should need any additional
information from you, we will contact you directly with….
There was more in the email but she could no longer
concentrate on the words. She couldn’t believe her eyes…he’d actually gone
for the scholarship on his own! She shifted her gaze to his and held it for a
moment, clearly seeing the excited glint in his eyes. Then she suddenly slammed
into him, wrapping him up in a bear hug. He stumbled backward a few steps with
the force of her embrace but quickly recovered, chuckling. She felt him stroke
her back, giving her a small squeeze back.
“Oof! Hey, babe, could you loosen up a bit? I can’t
After a moment, she pulled back, searching his eyes.
“So you did it, huh?”
He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”
“I wasn’t sure if I was going to go through with it. And
when I finally decided to, I really wanted to do it on my own. I also thought
it might make a nice surprise for you.”
She grinned. “It’s the best surprise ever. But, I have to
say…after that conversation we had, you didn’t seem like you were going to
“Honestly, I really wasn’t sure. It seemed like a long shot.
I mean, why would they pick me? I still feel that way now but something in me
just told me I need to stop wasting my time. This could be a new start for me.
So I went with it.”
She carefully placed her hand against his breast bone and
slightly to the left, her fingers splayed out across his chest. “Sounds like
you’re finally listening to your heart.”
He nodded, slipping one arm around her waist and pulling her
close. He placed his other hand on top of the one she had near his heart and
curled his fingers around her smaller ones.
“I already did it with you and that decision is turning out
to be my best one yet. So I just hope I’m lucky enough to have it happen
Her face heated up instantly and she smiled. This time he
leaned down toward her and gently pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back
after a moment, his eyes finding hers again.
“Thanks for being there for me through this.”
“Zig, you’ve been there for me since day one. It’s the least
I could do. And I really believe you can get this scholarship. So don’t worry
too much, okay?”
He smirked. “I’ll try.”
“How long until you hear back?”
He thought for a moment. “I think the email said they’ll
start notifying us in about a month or two.”
“Alright. So we need to figure out a way to keep you
occupied until then.”
An intensity entered his gaze as he leaned down to gently
kiss her neck. “I think you were on the right track earlier.”
He continued to work his way around with his kisses until he
reached the other side of her neck, settling on an area between her jawline and
earlobe. She felt her entire body shudder and a needy moan escaped her lips. Dammit, he knew exactly where her spots
“How much time do we have?” He murmured.
“A couple hours.”
He nodded. “Perfect.” Then, in one swift motion, he lifted
her up easily, one arm at her back and the other behind her knees. He made a
beeline for her room and she giggled as he attacked her neck with more playful
As much as she was ready for some one-on-one time with him,
she couldn’t help but think about how proud of him she was. He’d stepped far
outside of his comfort zone to apply for this scholarship and she could only
hope that his efforts would be rewarded.
But more importantly, he was finally going after his dream.
She couldn’t wait to be there by his side when he finally achieved it.
“Easy there,” Dean grinned, “Give someone else a chance.”
You took a long drink of your beer as you watched the pool balls scatter from your break. Two solid balls sank into pockets, and you shrugged and winked at the older Winchester. “Why would I do that?” You were feeling good tonight. The beer was making you just the right amount of giggly, and you were playing pool with Sam and Dean Winchester.
Summary: You return to Central City after your fiancé Clarence died in a tragic car accident that you survived. You reconnect with your old friends and loved ones and run into the one person you hoped you wouldn’t see, Barry Allen. He’s ecstatic that you’re back and is doing everything to win you over and rekindle your old relationship. Will you let him back into your heart or did his previous choices shut him out forever?
Request: Can you do another part to feelings You return to Central city after your we’re the reader has been gone for awhile and fell in love with someone else then she lost him in some tragedy so she goes back to Central city and the team realizes that she’s changed. They eventually find out she lost someone and after a series of events she and Barry get together but she doesn’t make it easy for him at all
Pairings: Reader x OC, Barry Allen x Reader, Barry Allen x Iris West, Reader x Team Flash
Warnings: Cursing, Character Death, sad-ish,
(A/N): Okay so I was originally gonna take this an entirely different way, but since I got this specific request for this I decided to do this like this and make another one for the other idea I had in mind. I hope this is exactly what you wanted so please request again!
PS: This is gonna be 3 parts since it was getting kinda long.
You took one final look back at your old home and wiped your eyes as you climbed into your car. You started your car and began to drive, leaving the house you had made your home about a year and a half ago, in your rearview mirror. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to you couldn’t stay in Star City anymore not after the heartbreak you just went through. Yes, you were leaving another place you had come to know and love because you had gotten your heart broken, but this time it wasn’t unrequited love that caused you to flee. It was the feeling of having the man you love leave you in the worst way possible.
My walk from the bus stop to lunch on Buford Highway today was challenging. I can’t imagine how unpleasant it must be for people who live or work here and have to deal with it daily.
Think of this bad infrastructure when the issue of “getting people out of their cars” comes up. Mankind did not get out of the Stone Age because the government created disincentives for rocks. It happened because something better came along.
We need for the experience of walking and cycling and transit to AT LEAST be competitive with car trips, if not better than. Which means rethinking the way we allocate space in our public domain. Otherwise we’ll remain stuck in the car age, where streets offer luxurious experiences to drivers and horrible ones to walkers.
Summary: You knew Yoongi was using you, you knew he would happily toss you aside when something better came along, but you can’t stop yourself from loving him.
“Yoongi?” You whisper. The room is silent apart from the sound of your voice, and there is hardly any furniture, causing it to echo around the room.
Yoongi’s bed feels cold,even with the presence of two bodies it’s still freezing. Yoongi himself is always cold too, his hands are icy and his breath sends chills down your spine. You supposed it was rather fitting really, his cold exterior matched how he was inside. Cold.
You’d thought that there had to be something more to him, sure he seemed cold but you there had to be some underlying warmth somewhere.
You had been wrong.
There was no warmth to him at all, he was made of ice.
Alyssa had finally gotten her own apartment. It was nothing upmarket but it would do. Anything was better than where she had come from. At least here, on her own she had her independance, she had her freedom. Her next step was to get a job to pay the bills. A job in fashion was her main goal but getting her foot in that door was an ongoing struggle, one that had led her to take a receptionist position at a primary school. She had to beg Leo to allow her to take that job, there was no way she was going to give it up unless something better came along. Besides she had made some good friends, and the children adored her. All Alyssa can do now is peserver, she’out and away from Leo and now she can chase her dreams to the fullest extent.
Go collect more subjects for me, he said. I can’t do it, i’ll get dirt in my joints he said. Never had Stalker met a mech who put such a fuss into his outward appearance. And this was the mech he was going to be forced to work for until something better came along or one of them finally keeled over and became one with the Allspark.
As annoyed as he was that he had to do Soundbreaker’s collecting for him, Stalker only put up with it because it gave him time to conduct some studying of his own. The only perk to being stuck on this miserable planet was the teeming organic nature around him. He liked to stop and watch the local insects and fauna inching along branches and feasting on the plant life. It was the insects he enjoyed the most. Perhaps it was because of his own…special enhancements. Either way, he found them fascinating.
But the nature was wonderful, too. They didn’t have anything like this on Cybertron. Living, breathing, growing life. Fighting against all odds to persevere and grow–even despite the organic nuisance of humans trying to mow them down and build their cities where trees once stood. Stalker admired it. Standing in a small open patch of field, looking up to the tree tops, he watched the light from the large star in the sky slip between the dancing leaves. The wind was quiet and gentle, the only sounds being the soft chirps of birds and buzzing of insects. It was peaceful. It had been so long since Stalker had found a place he could truly have a peaceful moment in…
He heard a rustling behind him, whipping his helm towards the sound to see what it was. A human? A local beast?
You know one of the things i love most about Megamind? He’s so damn good natured and optimistic. He loses his parents and his species, is sent to a planet that hates him on sight, he grows up in a cage, and when he tries to interact with kids his own age he’s bullied and made to believe that everything he does is bad and wrong and there’s nothing he can do about any of it. Anyone else would become severely depressed and develop feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness but Megs is just all like “Fuck that shit, I’m gonna have as much damn fun with all this as i possibly can!” He took a horrible situation and had the time of his life with it until something better came along. And he did it with lasers, spikes, robots, and awesome choreography. And he rocked that popped collar.
Can you please do a SITS headcanon where the guys want a breakup from the MC since they have got new and famous girls?
I can try dear! Here goes!!!!!!!
Kyohei: It broke your heart when you walked in on the scene, he hadn’t
noticed you yet, he was to busy sucking face with “the girl next door” The lead
singer of the group that were supporting Revance on their world tour. You unconsciously
sniffed back as tears choked you. He shot his eyes open and turned to face you,
his arms still around her. “____” He whispers almost inaudible. “I am sorry.” He says and steps towards you. “I
knew this would happen.” You say stepping away from him. “I knew it, i knew you
would leave me as soon as something better came along, and she has it all, the looks,
the body, the fame. I bet it was the fame that did it for you, right Kyohei?
You could never stand for being with a lowly unknown screen play writer. “ You
say gripping the necklace he had given you only weeks before. “Well if this is
what you want then fine.” You say with a stronger voice. You rip the necklace
from your neck and throw it at his feet, he looks down at it and when he looks
up to look at you again you were gone. Running down the corridor you heard him call
your name, but you didn’t look back, you never did.
Iori: You had had a good day, but it all came crashing down when
you got home and Found your beloved sat on the sofa, legs folded, his arm
around a blonde girl sat next to him. You swallowed hard and approached him
slowly hoping it was just a Iori lookalike, it wasn’t, your worst fears had
come true. “____” He said nodding towards the chair opposite him. “Please sit
down.” You complied and sat with a thud into the chair. He began to talk but
you didn’t listen you were to busy eyeing up the girl who was desperate to not
make eye contact with you. “And so we can no longer be together.” You heard
that bit and shot him a look. “That’s Emiko Nanahara. The model from your music
video last month.” You state pointing a finger to the blonde. “Yes, that’s why
we are together now, its better for me to be with a fellow artist rather than a
nobody. Better for me and Emiko.” You stand and slap him across the face. “You
deserve each other, you lowlife piece of shit.” And with that you stormed out and never went
back to the house.
Nagito: Nagito took you into the recording
room and sat you down, it was soundproof in there and he knew the others wouldn’t
be able to listen in on what he was about to do. He was about to break your
heart and he wasn’t exactly pleased about it but he had to do what he needed to
stay at the top and that wasn’t being with a plain Jane type of girl with no
prospects at fame. A little harsh but that’s how he thought of you now. He had tasted how it was to be seen with a
famous girl and wanted that from now on. He sat you down and began. “____, about
the papers this morning.” He said taking your hand in his own. “It’s okay
Nagito i know it wasn’t true, i trust you 100%.” You say with a smile running
your thumb over his knuckles. “It’s all true.” He says lowering his head. “What?”
You question, pulling your hand away from his grasp, eyes burning with unshed
tears. “Tell me you’re lying, it’s one of your jokes, tell me it isn’t true.”
He looks you in the eye and his lip begins to quiver. “I am sorry but i can’t
be seen dating a no one anymore, it isn’t helping my career.” That was the
moment he physically saw your heart break. And he couldn’t look at you anymore.
He felt a cold item be placed in his open hands and looked to see the ring he
gave you, he looked up at you and saw the tears run freely down your face. “I
never want to see you again.” You say and slowly turn and leave. He hung his
head in shame and stayed in the recording room for a while to gather his
Kota: “I am sorry to have to do this to you
_____, but I have met someone else and she is someone and she is going places
and she can take me with her and you just can’t provide that kind of career
path for me, so it’s over. I am leaving you for an actress from my new drama,
Please don’t make this any more awkward than it has to be, just pack your
things and go.” Kota repeated this quote over and over again to himself in the mirror,
was he being to informal? You had been together for over a year and he was just
dumping you like that, out of nowhere really, for his own selfish reason. He took a deep breath and practiced his break
up again in the mirror, unbeknownst to him, you had come in the room quietly to
surprise him when you got back from the interview with Nagi and Taka early. You stood behind him shell shocked and just
blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. You heard Kota exhale loudly. “Is
that true?” You say through blurry eyes? “Or are you running lines with
yourself again?” Kota’s eyes widen and he turns to face you. “Did you hear all that?”
He asks. “Well there’s my answer i guess.” You say dropping the cat plush you
had picked up for him that morning as a surprise, tears falling you spin on
your heel and leave through his bedroom door, he made no attempt to catch you,
he just let you silently slip from his life.
Takashi: You continued to knock on his door
repeatedly, he must have fallen asleep with his headphones on again, typical.
You knock one more time, respecting his privacy, before you try the handle and
the door opens, only to reveal your worst nightmare. Takashi entangled in the
sheets with another woman, clothes strewn across the room all over, discarded
underwear lying at your feet. “Taka?”
You question so quietly you questioned yourself as to whether you had spoken at
all. He heard you though he throws himself off the bed and stares you down. “____,
I didn’t want you to find out this way, I was going to tell you.” He stammers
trying to hide his junk with a cushion. “I have been seeing her a while, I just
couldn’t find the right time to break up with you. “ “break up with me?” You
say eyes narrowing at him. He simply nods looking at his feet, feeling
something hit his head then dropping to the floor he looks up at you only to
see a look of pure anger and disgust on your face. “If it means that much to
you to not be seen with the likes of me, if its that important you be with a
famous girl, that’s right i know who you are!” You shout at the girl “then go
right ahead, but remember this is your fault and i won’t come crawling back to
you.” You yell storming from his room, he blinks a few times and looks down at
the item that hit him, it was the solid silver charm bracelet he got you at Christmas,
he picks it up and looks at it fondly, you were gone from his life, for good.
There we go i hope you liked it,
thanks for patiently waiting for this story!! I know updates have been few and
far between recently but i am getting there!!!! Love Coral. xxx
Summary:Your relationship with Dean is intoxicating and you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Yet when it comes to putting labels on it you can’t seem to find the right words.
You weren’t sure what to call you and Dean. You weren’t even sure what, what the two of you had was. All you knew it was passionate, hot and it consumed your thoughts more than it should have.
You had with him, what most girls wanted with him. It was no secret that Dean Winchester was attractive, the kind of attractive people didn’t believe was real until they saw him up close. That celebrity, magazine cover guy look that had girls falling over themselves to get with them. Yet you were the one lucky enough to be sitting next to him.
Every inch of that perfectly carved face, every little detail was stretched into your brain. You knew those candy apple green eyes lit up a certain way when the sunlight caught them. You knew if you were close enough you could see that all too familiar pattern of light freckles that danced their way across the tip of his nose and his flushed cheeks.
However it was his smile that was the most memorable. The first time you saw those plump lips turn upwards, you knew you were in trouble. It was the same feeling you had now, after all this time. Your stomach would still flip at the sight, you heart beat speeding up.
It wasn’t just his face that had you captivated. If you were being honest, it was everything about the man. The way he walked, those bow legs that carried him effortlessly. The same ones you could pick out from a crowd with ease. Those callusol hands, worn from years of hunting and gun holding yet still knew exactly how to make you squirm. Those arms, muscular and broad, trained to fight and defend, but yet were so gentle as the wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.
Sometimes you found yourself wondering why you. Dean could have any woman he wanted, you knew that, he knew that, yet every night it was your bed he crawled into, you name that he moaned over and over again.
Sometimes, rarely, but occasionally you would find yourself thinking about leaving him, running away and escaping it all. Deep down the self conscious part of you, the scared little girl that you kept well hidden feared that Dean was doing this as some part a sick humourless joke. Maybe it was bet, maybe it was a part of some ridiculous pass time that he used to distract himself from life before something better came along. Who knows? You tried to push them down, forget that you even thought like that in the first place. You knew Dean, he was a good man even if he was a little messed up and you prayed he wouldn’t do that to you.
You could still remember the first time, even the second and the third. If you closed your eyes you could feel him on top of you, his lips ghosting over the skin on your neck, his finger tips digging into your flesh. You could imagine his teeth scrapping against your lower lip, his hips pushing down in between your thighs. You could hear every moan, every groan, the way your name sounded as it fell from his lips, the sounds so beautiful they shouldn’t exist.
So if anyone ever asked you what you and Dean were, you wouldn’t know how to answer, you wouldn’t be able to find the right words to describe it. All you knew was that you never wanted it to stop.
Not really, he’d seen dogs with more talent for magic than this guy, but at least he was entertaining. He’d been at this for a solid ten minutes now; his desperate attempts to keep the blonde’s attention not going unnoticed. It was sad honestly; the older man really seemed to believe Al was interested. Unfortunately, this couldn’t be further from the truth. The only reason this little game was allowed to continue was boredom; the second something better came along, there’s no doubt their ‘fun’ would come to an end.
Ali wrote ‘Hot for Teacher’ when she spotted Ian interviewing for a teaching position at Rosewood High. In the 4.24 'A is for Answers’ we spotted his resume in the top right hand corner of Ian’s laptop.
This also goes with another clue that we mentioned in our 4.15 recap post:
Alison wanted to learn to use the field hockey stick to preferably get Ian’s attention. The one thing we aren’t sure about is if the flashback was before or after the Ian and Spencer kiss. We are thinking that since she saw him interviewing then she possibly had some idea of what position he was applying for. Which could have sparked her sudden interest in field hockey, meaning the above scene could have taken place before the Ian and Spencer kiss.
If that is the case, then this would explain why Ali was a bit pissed when she spotted her crush kissing her BFF. Also, it clears up what Ian meant when he told Spencer 'see you on the field.’ He could’ve received the coach position during this time since Spencer mentioned that she and Ian “had a moment, early in the summer before Ali went missing” (1.10). Meaning, if Ali hadn’t disappeared he would have started his new job at Rosewood High the beginning of their Sophmore year.
After spotting the kiss, Ali would by any means taunt Spencer until she tell Melissa about the kiss. But sadly it didn’t go down that way. Spencer threatened Ali that she would 'tell everyone the truth about the Jenna Thing’ which is what pissed Ali off even more. Not only did her BFF steal her crush, but she also heard her crush say “she doesn’t mean anything to me” when she and Ian were at Hilton head.
I don’t know if you guys have ever seen the Alicia Silverstone movie TheCrush (1993), I think the Ali, Ian, Spencer, and Melissa thing is pretty similar to that movie.
A journalist becomes the unwanted center of attention for a 14-year-old girl whom proceeds to sabotage his life after he refuses her sexual advances. Read More about the movie HERE. I also posted the video link for you guys to view the trailer.
I believe that Ian’s remark pushed her over the deep end and she basically snapped in the worst way, seeking revenge in the cruelest way possible. Ali was in love with an older guy and apparently she wanted to be loved back. If you guys remember in (1.18), Ian told Spencer that “Ali was a psycho stalker, who wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Meaning he was telling the truth. Also, this lead to the newspaper the girls found in 2.23, Labor Day Events for Philadelphia, Brookhaven, and Rosewood…a trail of Ali’s events after she left Ian in Hilton Head.
Her first stop was to make sure Spencer’s threat never surface (the truth about the Jenna Thing), and that was to keep Jenna Marshall quiet with the blackmail. (Philadelphia - Jenna)
Meeting with -A (Mona) her tormentor and possibly settling on a deal that will make both girls happy. I want to point out one more thing with this flashback, a lot of you claim that Mona was lying, I don’t think she was, Mona even told Spencer in 2.25 that Ali was “spying on a guy she had a crush on.” Spencer confirmed she was seeing Ian that summer. If so, when Mona saw Ali in Brookhaven Ali was indeed spying on someone, my guess is it was Ian and Spencer. (Brookhaven - Mona)
Hiding the videos in a storage unit in Rosewood as a way to make sure her two new BFF's (Jenna and Mona) stay on her team. (More on this towards the end) Ali also wanted to give Spencer one last chance to tell Melissa about her and Ian but Spencer wasn’t backing down which meant Ali had reason to give up on her friends because evidently the girls were on Spencer’s side as stated by Spence during the argument. (Rosewood - Spencer, Ian, & Melissa)
AlI was calling Beach Hottie or Board Shorts obsessively all summer, I seriously think the guy she was calling was Beach Hottie, who I believe was Ian Thomas.
I recall episode 4.02, Spencer told Hanna and Aria that “I’m guessing Ali called Beach Hottie-” Hanna quickly corrected her saying “Board Shorts” Review the trailer I posted above and you will see how Alicia Silverstone, who played Dorian, called Nick obsessively. We believe this is exactly how Ali was calling Ian from Georgia that summer.
The summer in Cape May, also unlocks even more secrets from that summer.
Alison’s obsession with Ian possibly traveled to the shores of Cape May where Melissa (who CeCe claimed to have took the picture) and possibly Ian spent their last moments before she finally broke it off . The Cape May visit took place before Ian and Ali were in Hilton Head, as it was earlier in the summer. Therefore, when Ali told CeCe that she was pregnant (3.17) she could have been lying all along to get some sort of sympathy from CeCe and make it seem as though the guy would kill her. Melissa broke up with Ian after finding out he could have gotten some other girl pregnant.
There’s a strong possibility that Ali has had a trail of crushes with older guys and the mysterious deaths of Ian, Garret, and Wilden were all crushes ending in a gruesome way.
Ever notice how all of the liars boyfriend’s were involved with Ali first.
Notice the tweet from Bryan Holdman. Now with Paige, we aren’t sure of a crush with her but if Ali did have one she was possibly unsure of her sexuality and therefore hated Paige because she was into Emily. We all know how Emily is Ali’s favorite. She could have plotted to expose Paige as a way for her to stop looking at Emily with “goo goo eyes”. W e posted the blog entry here.
Therefore, we are not backing off our Ali killed Ian theory, because we seriously believe she killed him. Our original theories below :
Retracing the Events at the Bell Tower - Did Ali Kill Ian?
We’ve been trying to figure out what exactly happened to Ian Thomas as well as, why Noel Kahn was in the finale.
The Bell Tower:
1. She hit her head and never woke up …
During the struggle between Spencer and Ian at the Bell Tower, Ian recites a possible suicide note for Spencer as he proceeds to unsuccessfully push her from the tower. He also mention this:
And the letter, the one I wrote on your computer won’t answer all of the questions but, it’ll answer enough.
At this moment we learn that Ian had Spencer’s suicide planned out.
2. What are you doing here …
As Spencer was dangling from the tower, a black hoodie walks up and Ian instantly recognizes this person. His shocking response was none other than “What are you doing here?” The widening of his eyes showed that he was shocked/surprised to see this person. In the 4B finale this hooded person was revealed as being Alison DiLaurentis.
The girl thought to be dead during this particular scene but, Ian’s reaction wasn’t that of a person seeing a ghost but more of a person he hadn’t seen in a while (if that makes sense). His reaction wasn’t shocking enough for a person who was seeing someone who was presumed dead, which made us wonder if he knew Ali wasn’t dead.
As hooded Ali knocked Ian off the tower, she quickly walks away to get out of sight.
3. You did what you had to do …
As the liars try to comfort Spencer, Ian is left dangling in the ropes; a rope around his neck and one underneath his arm. You have to wonder how he managed to untangle himself when he could have easily been hung to death from the ropes. This is impossible to do for a person hanging at the feet he was, also we reviewed the screen cap of his body hanging and noticed that the ropes were carefully knotted in certain spots and there was a main rope leading out and away from where he was hanging. We believe this is how he was pulled down and we question Ali’s story.
Ali said that she was waiting in the back and that she saw him, “he was still alive.” If Ian wasn’t dead and was just unconscious, then who pulled him down? Besides the Liars, Ali confirmed she was there at the scene, Mona claimed in 4.01 that “I didn’t push Ian from the Bell Tower. I wish I knew who did,” and Noel Kahn was in the crowd. Therefore, we figured that Ali and Noel Kahn could have worked together during this time to pull Ian down from the ropes and put him in a car out back.
We’re suspecting Ali and Noel because he had to have served some sort of purpose to what happened at the Bell Tower especially since he was seen standing in the crowd that night. In the finale he was the one who was helping her so it’s possible he knew about her being alive for some time. Also, Ali had a few reasons to kill Ian; a broken heart from Hilton Head, the risk of him telling others that she’s alive.
4. He’s been dead over a week …
Ian was dead longer than a week, this was mentioned by Melissa. If Ian was dead longer than a week than we assume that after his body was taken from the Bell Tower Ali and Noel decided to make it look like a suicide. We also suspect Ali because she wore the black hoodie that night at the Bell Tower and Ian could have very well been dead after falling into the ropes, but he was shot in the head to make it seem like a suicide.
The person who murdered him was seen in 2.04 putting Ian’s phone into Spencer’s bag. Remember this is the same person who was texting Melissa and asking for drugs. We still believe this to be Ali because who would want to see Melissa hurt more than Ali.
Melissa was threatening Ali during the summer of her disappearance and she followed Ali and Ian to Hilton Head.
Melissa told Ian that “if he saw Ali again someone would get hurt.” That sounded like fighting words to me, so “game on b-tch!”
Ian said he was just “killing time until something better came along” - she was young and this was probably her first crush so to hear those words was very upsetting.
5. I killed Alison …
The suicide note. We decided to review Ian’s suicide note:
After reading this letter we matched it up with some things from what we saw in the season finale and this is what helped us with this theory that Ali could have possibly killed Ian (please click the link above for the photos). Because she didn’t deny or say if she did or didn’t, no one bothered to ask.
A list of things to think about as to why Ali is the number one suspect:
Ali wore the black hoodie
Ali’s stories doesn’t match up with Mona’s, they share some of the same events but are slightly different. Who do you believe?
Ali told Hanna “the four of them combined remember more about that night than they think they do.” Meaning the girls memory from that night is still gone and have yet to surface. Therefore, could Ali’s story be the truth are a lie?
To break down our Bell Tower theory so that it is not confusing for you guys because I know a lot of you said you were confused :)
The story Ali told the liars in the finale could have been half truth and half lies. Remember Ali told Hanna that they “remember more about that night than they think they do.”
What we were implying with the Bell Tower theory was that Ali was setting up Spencer and the other liars because they can’t seem to remember what exactly happened the night of her disappearance. The four liars can’t remember that they were the ones who tried to kill Ali and buried her alive. They only have bits and pieces from what actually happened that night.
Ali only told the liars in the 4B finale ‘A is for Answers’ that her own mother did it because she realize that the girls still don’t remember.
Noel have been helping Ali this whole time and the night of the Bell Tower incident the ropes were set up for Spencer (probably) but Ali realizes she does not want Spencer dead but perhaps to continue torturing her that’s when she emerges to knock Ian from the Bell Tower.
She and Noel pulled Ian’s body down from the ropes and placed his body in the trunk of a car out back. That is why we see Noel appear out of the blue in the crowd the night of the incident.
After Spencer pawned Melissa’s wedding ring, Ali/A paid to get it back out and gave the guy a horse shoe which was missing from the barn that Ian’s body was found in. The horse shoe was a symbolization of Spencer and all of her races won from horseback riding.
Ali shot Ian in the head in that barn to make it look like it was a suicide but she composed the letter out of the texts and messages that she’d sent the liars. The messages were clues relating to the night that she disappeared.
Also, Ian’s suicide note were all texts from - -A, meaning that - -A was Ali and the other -A was Mona.
I killed Alison - meant that the four liars attempted to kill Alison that night, either by shovel, or rock, or field hockey stick.
I lost my temper because she knew too much - This meant that Ali knew too many secrets about the liars and were using these secrets against them. The liars were fed up with her bullying them so they decided to take action the night of the slumber party.
But there’s only so much you can bury - Meant that although the liars thought that by killing Ali (who isn’t dead) would free them of her and exposing their secrets they were wrong because although you buried the secrets, they will eventually emerge.
It won’t be that easy, - This meant that although Ali was young and manipulative she wasn’t dumb, she knew that one day the girls would turn on her, so she planned for Grunwald to show up that night and rescue her.
But I know how to get rid of the pain. - Meant that Ali had a plan of revenge and although and she would use an unexpected person (Mona) to help plan out her revenge against the girls.
I can’t run from the law - This meant that Ali knew that one day she will be discovered as not dead, and she will face the consequences.
Come and find me - This meant that Ali was still in charge of the liars and although their secrets were thought to be buried with the she-devil, she was more alive than ever. Therefore, seek me out.
Back to the theory:
Ali was texting Melissa from Ian’s phone because she was the one with his body, and this was a way for her to get back at Melissa for what she said at Hilton Head.
She decided that after they discovered Ian’s body that she would frame Spencer by placing the phone into Spencer’s bag and call when she and Melissa were together.
This goes into play with Ali telling Spencer to tell Melissa about her and Ian but Spencer couldn’t/wouldn’t do it.
We don’t know if this is the route the writers are taking but we love making theories and we really enjoy piecing together plot holes, so this theory was really fun to work on :)
Ali wAs sleeping at the KAhn’s!!!!!
Ali was sleeping at the Kahn’s during the same time that Maya was. Also, this would explain the whole “Maya Knew” thing. Mayaknew about Ali being alive, not that Nate was in town like we were told.
Therefore, if Maya knew Ali was alive Maya perhaps, knew that Ali was the one who was torturing the girls.
Another thing to justify that Ali was involved is that we believe she was the one who was looking through Maya’s bag and took the pills from Maya’s bag. We believe she has been drugging the liars which explains their prolonged memory loss. This is why the girls can’t seem to remember what exactly happened the night of Ali’s disappearance.
This also explains why A was seen looking at Emily’s picture as she was.
I have so much more to add to this, . . but first I need sleep, I’ve been working on this since yesterday.
Can you do an imagine where you and peter pan takes you off to neverland and then he introduces you to the lost boys then you can do whatever you want, let your imagination fly and soar high to the 2nd north star. (OMG what did i just write there?) Warnings: foster home, abandonment. Note: You wrote every writers dream, that’s what you did m’dear!
You were in bed reading Lord Of The Rings, you were only half paying attention to it though really considering you’ve read it over a thousand times. It was given to you as a pity present from the foster home, as soon as they saw you walk back through those doors, teary eyed as your ex-adoptive parents as they continued to justify bringing you back here, its happened before. They were expecting a child of their own. The leaders of this insane asylum decided buying you a book to help you forget, “Adventure is the best escape” apparently, right. Thanks guys.
You sighed deeply, tossing the book aside at the memory as you stared at the off-white wall, you were a person! Not trash and most certainly not a last resort, how dare they just toss you aside when something better came along? You were angry, oh man did you see red right now. The lights began to flicker but you were too busy thinking of last month’s parents from heaven to notice.
Fandom: Dragon Age II Pairing: Anders/Fenris (pre-slash) Rating: G Word count: 1358 Summary: A short ficlet based on the “Imagine your OTP in a florist/tattoo artist AU” prompt. Featuring tattoo artist Fenris, florist Anders, and piercer Isabela. Fluffy pre-slash. Notes: This is the first fic I’ve posted in a while. Let me know what you think!
“Looks like your boyfriend’s headed over for a visit, sweetheart.”
Fenris growled under his breath, not bothering to look up from his drawing. He had an idea of whom Isabela was referring to, and the man in question was not someone he wanted to see at the moment. Not that he ever wanted to see him - despite Isabela’s insistence he had some sort of secret crush on the man - but today had been annoying enough without his presence added to the mix.
The bells fastened to the tattoo shop’s doorknob jingled as someone entered. Fenris didn’t have to glance up to know it was him - the man had a way of sweeping into places and taking over the room in an instant. Fenris felt suffocated by his aura. He was so unwaveringly passionate, so alive. His mouth was always full to the brim with stories, and the smell of the damp earth and many flowers he worked among hung about him like a perfume.
Fenris heard the soft noise of Isabela’s lips pressing against the man’s cheek, and allowed himself a brief glance at the pair. For once, the man was not grinning that ridiculous grin of his. He looked…different. Weary. The bag slung over his shoulder may as well have contained the weight of the world.
“Anders, hon, everything all right?”
Isabela smiled and gestured for Anders to sit in one of the empty chairs. He sighed heavily as he plopped down, and for the first time Fenris wondered just how old he really was. In the many years he’d passed Anders on the way to and from work, he’d always thought of the man as young. A college student working his way through school, perhaps, or a recent grad biding his time at the flower shop until something better came along. He just seemed too full of hope for a man that had lived very long.
Fenris realized Anders was staring back at him and quickly returned his gaze to his drawing. Dammit all, had Anders actually perked up a little when he noticed the elf’s gaze?
“I want my ear re-pierced,” Anders said after a moment, and yes, there was definitely a hint of cheer in his voice. “You remember when I had it pierced, right Izzy?”