Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.
Word Count: 2k-ish
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!
Eleven missed calls.
I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.
A/N: alrighty here we go. This is the first fic where I feel like the warnings were rally nescessary. I didn’t really proof read this so I hope its alright.It really sucks because I broke my flashdrive again (becuase I have the worst luck). Please send in some asks, suggestions, messages and comments.
Rating: Mature (because I am not sure)
Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x reader, reader x abusive!boyfriend
Warnings: violence, abuse, abusive relationship, sad topics, a bit depressing, cheating (if you like squint)
How often do you feel absolutely helpless? I don’t mean like
‘Oh I don’t know what to do?’, I mean like completely trembling and all your
emotions and mixing together so much so that you have no idea how to react,
feel, or think.
That’s how I felt when I looked at Y/N and noticed she had a
black eye and split lip. She looked like she had been crying when she walked
into the coffee shop. When she sat down she gave me a slight smile and began
rambling about how clumsy she was. I knew it was a lie. I didn’t care about her
fake story. I immediately cut her off by standing up.
“Stop Y/N, just stop. Please, sweet heart,” I told her as I
grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the street to hail a cab. I looked at
her and noticed the tears springing to her eyes again and I sighed. I yanked
her hand and pulled her into my arms. She tensed and gripped my magenta jacket
before openly sobbing into my arms. I felt my own tears spring into my eyes but
held back remembering that this wasn’t about how I felt. The cab pulled up to
the side of the street and I gently guided her into the back seat. I followed
in immediately before wrapping my arms around her again as I told the guy my
It was really warm in the cab and safe in Thomas’s arms as I
felt us begin to move. I knew he was upset by the way his arms with taught
around me in a secure embrace. Ryan had yelled at me again last night and I
tried to avoid the confrontation as much as possible. But when Ryan wanted to
fight there was no way to could get out of it. The tears finally stop streaming
down my face and let my grip on Thomas’s jacket loosen. I turned my head to the
side and rested gently on his chest as I focused on taking deep breathes. I
looked out the front window and smiled as I watched the tall buildings blur
past. I loved New York City, it was really busy and frantic just like myself. I
frowned as I couldn’t help but notice the cloudy and windy weather matched my
“I hope it rains,” I heard Thomas say next to me.
“Why? Isn’t it a bit depressing when the weather is like
this?,” I question my face twisting into a scowl as I gripped his jacket again
and wiggle into his side pushing my face back into his chest. I felt his hand
gently move and rest on the small of my back while the other arm stayed up
around my shoulders.
“Water is life. Therefore, rain kind of symbolizes new birth
doesn’t it? Not to mention I love thunder. I know a lot of people hate it or
are scared of it but the sound is so ethereal.” He said and I glanced up to
notice his eyes staring out the window. The cloudy weather didn’t allow a lot
of light through but the soft almost gray light seemed to outline his profile
and make his look a lot older. He turned and looked down at me. He gently took
his hand from the small of my back and brought it to my cheek. I felt his thumb
gently stroke where the bruise rested right under my eye. “You put ice on it
last night right darling?” he asked with concern shining in his eyes and his
southern drawl coming out in full force. I gently nodded and looked down with
shame etched on my features. I hated worrying him.
“We’re here.” The guy said from the front. Thomas
temporarily unwrapped his arms and leaned forward, pulling out his wallet
before handing over the fare. He opened the door and stepped out, making sure
to grab my hand and pull with slightly more force than necessary. He was always
demanding. I shook as the forceful wind made me stumble slightly and shiver.
Thomas look back and frowned before stepping forward and wrapping his arms
around me, blocking the wind and ushering me into the apartment complex. He got
to his door and still refused to let me go and opened the door one handed. Once
in the apartment he ordered me to the coach and began walking to the different
rooms and collecting items with purpose.
I took the time to look around the apartment. I had been
here multiple times, almost as much as my own house actually. I recalled
walking in here the first time and being amazed at how warm and comfy it was. I
had met him at his job where he worked as a consultant for a major political
firm in the city. I had been asked to make a flower delivery for my part time
job. I had strolled in with the cart of flowers and began setting them out as
instructed when a man, namely Thomas, had asked if you needed any help
considering his next conference didn’t start for another hour. I smiled and
agreed. He began talking as her worked having no problem starting and
maintaining a conversation with me. Anyone else in that position might have
found him pushy but I just found him funny and confident. We had agreed to meet
each other for coffee after that. I had developed a great friendship with him
when he started inviting me over to hang out. I had developed a high opinion of
him. I expected flat sofas and modern décor with monochrome for his apartment
style but I was dead wrong.
I looked around the room as I threaded my hand into the red
fur pillows that were on the plush black leather coach and looked to my feet
and the plush purple carpet beneath them. Almost the entire apartment was
paneled in a wood and Thomas has made sure that the mantel on which the TV sat
was a cobble stone. It was extremely warm and homely with pictures of Thomas’s
family and friends in Virginia hanging in the wall. I had asked him about his
styling choices and he had responded with the fact that he wanted it to feel
like home. I leaned back into the coach letting out a little huff as my back
hit the coach. I looked over the lamp on the table and smiled. I had knocked
over the previous lamp one time while dancing with Thomas and he had replaced
it with a loud orange skinny lamp and purple lamp shade. It was so ugly but
Thomas had fawned over the lamp and told me very sternly that if I broke it he
would never allow me back in his apartment.
“Go change in the bathroom. I want you to be comfortable
darling.” I heard Thomas say sternly. I was snapped out of my revere and there
was Thomas standing in front of me and holding out a pair of his boxers and a
sweat shirt. He shook the clothes in front of me when I didn’t move. I finally
grabbed them and walked into the bathroom to change. I wasn’t sure about taking
off my turtle neck. I shook as I pulled it over my head and looked into the
mirror only to gasp when I noticed the ring of bruises from Ryan’s hands around
my neck had darkened in color. I had been so panicked at the time it didn’t
even hurt. I trailed my hands down my sides and let out a sigh. Thomas would
see them and get upset. I felt better here though. I felt safer. Last night
after Ryan screamed and hit in his drunken state he had locked the bedroom door
and I just continued to cower in the corner and eventually got up to get ice
and nurse my wounds. I hadn’t even changed my clothes this morning because Ryan
was still locked in the bedroom. Tears sprung to my eye but I quickly got
control of them and finished changing before summoning the courage to walk out
into the family room again.
“MY GOD.” Thomas shouted and I looked up from my feet and
flinched at his shocked expression.
“MY GOD.” I shouted in shocked at the sight before me. Y/N
had changed from her turtle neck and dark bruises surrounded her throat. I
notice her flinch and immediately tried to restrain the anger that was
surfacing. I would fucking kill her boyfriend. When I found out she had a
boyfriend before I met her I had stopped making advances despite my feelings. I
remember thinking that he must have been one hell of a man because he had the
best girl in New York City. Now I knew that she deserved so much better. She
deserved not to be hurt like this. I motioned for her to sit down next to me.
She quietly walked over and sat up straight. It broke my heart to see her this
tense around me.
“Your staying here.” I said with a neutral voice trying not
to get emotional and show that I was serious. Her head snapped up and her eyes
“What?” she questioned slightly shaking.
“I am not letting you go back and be hurt by him. You’re
moving in to the guest room and you’re going to be happy because so help me god
if I ever have to see you like this again I might commit murder.” I said my
voice straining towards the end. Her eyes widened but soon they watered and her
lip quivered as she shook her head in acceptance. I immediately turned to jelly
from the immense relief overcoming me and grabbed her arm to pull her to me. I
laid back and she came with me having her head rest on my chest.
“Only because I love you.” She whispered as I reached for
the remote. I tensed for a split second before looking over at her with wide
eyes. She seemed nervous but too exhausted to care as she gave me a sheepish
smile and looked at me with her eyes lazily half lidded. I immediately acted on
instinct and grabbed her arm hoisting her up slightly higher and firmly pressed
my lips against hers. She responded and threaded her hands into my hair. We
pulled back with a huff and stared at each other minute before I push her head
into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I cradled her with a arm around
her waist and the other hand stroking her hair. I took a deep breath.
“Rest darling. I love you too but you are exhausted and you
are going to have a hard day tomorrow too with getting your stuff and telling
him.” I felt her shake and immediately gripped her tighter. “But I will be
there with you baby I promise nothing will hurt you alright?” She relaxed back
into my arm and gave a tiny nod into my neck.
“I won’t need to be scared if you’re there.” I heard her
whisper, almost to herself. I felt a small amount of pride fill me at her
“I am going to put on a movie and cook some food later
“It doesn’t just sound perfect. I intend to make sure it is
She glanced at me with a smile on her face and I no longer
Summary: Logan cares for Charles in the silo. Did I already write this setting? Too bad, have another one. I don’t even know if it’s heartbreaking or just worn out anymore.
WARNING: a rather graphic quote from x-men is used, regarding Auschwitz. It’s marked with a (5), and is that entire paragraph. It can be skipped
Logan walked into the fallen silo and slammed the door closed, making sure Charles wouldn’t be startled by his sudden appearance. It had taken him several months to realize the professor wasn’t always home anymore, and the times when he wasn’t were coming more and more frequently. Especially as Logan found the necessary medicines harder and harder to come by. It wasn’t that Chuck was becoming senile. He would just lose himself in his powers more often.
It hadn’t been so bad when Magneto had been around to help draw out the younger man. Logan had always admired Erik for his ability to remind Charles of just who and where he was. But the first of the seizures had taken that option out of the equation rather soundly.
Muggle College AU: “You’re drunk and walked into the wrong apartment and fell asleep on my couch oh god you’re going to be so confused in the morning.”
In the door to the kitchen stood
a willowy girl with ginger hair and green eyes. She was wearing an old t-shirt
and leggings—both too small to be worn as anything other than pyjamas. On the
long, fabric couch that took up most of the kitchen lay a lanky boy with a bird’s
nest of black hair and square glasses that were pressed awkwardly against the
cushion. The girl was Lily Evans, one of the students who shared the flat. The
boy was of as yet undetermined identity.
Lily wasn’t entirely sure how
the boy had managed to get into her flat, but the fact remained that he had
managed somehow because he was passed out and snoring over the hideous cushions
that Marlene’s mother had bought as an Easter gift.