Jughead had been typing away on his laptop for hours now. What had started as a quiet night in watching Netflix and eating popcorn had turned into you watching Netflix and eating popcorn alone whilst Jughead’s long fingers tapped away at the keys because, as he so eloquently put it, ‘when inspiration hits, you feed it’.
Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x
Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end.
Word Count: 787
Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)
#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”
#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can.
You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.
“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework.
Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player.
What you did see though, was completely unexpected.
There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”
His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.
Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”
Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.
You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”
He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected.
The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.
A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”
“I’m serious, Peter.”
“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”
The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.
“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”
“But yeah, just give that a little read through…” You hummed, rummaging through your purse as you tried to find your phone. It was ironic that you were a personal assistant (someone who was supposed to be organized and on top of things) when you were consistently losing things! “Your schedule is pretty mellow right now, but things will definitely pick up after you release the album.
“We’re going shopping next week?” Harry beamed, flipping through the pages of your journal. You had intended to print his schedule out for him but that wasn’t ready yet, so the next best thing was your journal.
“Mhm. You’ve got a couple outfits waiting from YSL and a pair of boots from Gucci, I think. Or maybe it’s a pair of boots from YSL and a couple outfits from Gucci.” You paused, blinking owlishly before shaking your head. You wrote it down in your journal, so you’d figure the Gucci/YSL dilemma in a second.
“Uh-huh…” Harry flipped to the next page, suddenly stopping and squinting his eyes. He brought the book a little closer to him and tilted his head to see if he could decipher the message that was scrawled on the side of the page.
“By the way, for the Late-Late show… James asked me about what you wanted in your dressing room. Are you sure you only want two vanilla soy candles? I suggest asking for things like, y’know, water and snacks. You never know when you’ll get peckish. If you’re worried about coming off as greedy, I can just swing by Target before we get there and pick up some granola bars for you.”
“A’right, Mrs. Styles. Sounds good.”
“I-” It was that moment that your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, and you could feel the blood draining from your face. You turned to face Harry with wide eyes, your lips parting in shock. “Pardon me?” Harry’s lips tugged up in a lazy smirk as he flipped your journal around, his finger pointing to the letters that were scrawled in the corner of the page.
Y/N Styles. Y/N Styles? Does that sound good? It could work. Has a nice ring to it.
Oh, god. You totally forgot about that. You had written it down because you were just curious, (and maybe you had been fantasizing about walking down the aisle with Harry waiting on the other end) and it looked like you had forgotten to cross it out. Almost instantly, you sprung up from the couch, snatching the journal from Harry and hugging it to your chest.
“I swear I didn’t write that.” This moment was definitely the highest on the ‘Y/N’s most mortifying moments’ list right now. “It was Y/F/N, and she was just teasing me because I have a crus-” You stopped yourself, letting out a breath. Your cheeks were hotter than hell and your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for a black hole to appear and swallow you up.
“Because you what? Didn’t catch tha’, love.”
“It’s a long story. Say, how about we go get some lunch? I’m starving.” You cleared your throat, your voice wavering slightly. Harry nodded before pushing himself off the couch, swiping his phone off the coffee table.
“You’ve got the entirety of lunch to tell me this long story.” He grinned, giggling as the mortified expression returned to your face. “I do have to agree with you though - Y/N Styles does have a nice ring to it.”
So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:
What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!
First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows fullwell that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.
He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.
Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.
You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!
But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.
Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.
And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)
The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant.
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing from your upstairs window. There it was, all shiny and still in the best shape possible for her age. His beloved impala parked on the curb, the tall, bowlegged man headed towards your door. Your heart was racing. You and Dean Winchester had not parted on good terms. In fact, you stated you never wanted to see him ever again, amongst a string of curse words. You desperately wished that he would have stayed away.
It took you six years to get over Dean Winchester. Six long years of misery after he stated that he didn’t have the same feelings towards you, that you were just a convenient lay for him when he was staying in town. Dean didn’t break your heart, he shattered it and kicked it into the dirt like it was something replaceable. Now here he was, headed towards your doorstep.
You were hyperventilating. You couldn’t handle this, you couldn’t handle seeing his face again. You knew yourself, you would give into him, you would forgive him and let him back into your life knowing he was going to stomp over your heart once more. Girls like you didn’t matter to him.
The doorbell rang and your body stayed stagnant. You willed yourself to stay put, to not give into him, to not set yourself up for another six years of heartache. The loud sound of banging filled your ears next. They were consistent and needy almost. Damn it Y/N.
Before you could even register what you were doing, you were standing in front of the door. You were going to be strong about this. You were going to state your ground, you were going to be stern. You were going to be the badass Y/N that you deep down craved to be.
You unlocked the door, swinging it open. Dean was standing there, both hands on the doorway. He looked up at you, the tip of his tongue peaking out past his lips. He looked much older than when you had last seen him. He was darker; rougher.
“Hi Y/N,” he said casually. You were half ready to slam the door in his face, and maybe that’s what you should have done.
“What do you want, Dean?” you asked coldly, your arms crossing over your body in defence.
“I miss you,” he breathed out, almost inaudibly. You were tempted to roll your eyes.
“Congratulations?” you chuckled.
“Guess I deserved that one,” he stated. “I know we left things on a very bad note, but I did what I had to. I had to leave and I had to be sure that you would’t follow, that you wouldn’t call, that you wouldn’t search high and dry trying to find me. But believe me when I say that walking away from you was the hardest thing I’ve had to do,” he paused, taking a deep breath, composing himself. He stood up straight, shoving his hands in his front pockets. “I lied when I told you that I didn’t love you. Fuck, you were the best part of my life and that time we did spend together was damn near perfect. I know I screwed up, big time! But I wanted to let you know that I still love you, god I love you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I can’t live with myself without knowing I at least tried to win you back.”
“I want to know everything,” you demanded. You were proud of yourself. Your voice was loud and stern, it never wavered or sounded weak. You weren’t going to go easy on him. Not after what he put you through. “No more secrets, no more lies. I want to know it all, Dean.”
“I will tell you everything,” he smiled weakly.
“Come in,” you said calmly. “And put your tongue away. You’re not going to win me back by trying to be cute.”
“Oh sweetheart, we both know you think I’m adorable.”
had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m
glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best
thing that had happened to me in a long time.
already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different,
he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always
had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that
he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it
looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.
I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my
favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected,
Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see
Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.
though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it
was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities,
but we didn’t make it to the end.
were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons
why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing
I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who
avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one
night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.
come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could
face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a
puppy face, something he knew that always worked.
because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying
to stay firm.
promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like
he was doing an oath.
don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him
and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”
there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend,
one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want
to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.
would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all
the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.
going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.
I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other
in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.
walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither
him nor me were good in this class.
we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying
really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.
you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I
didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s
even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I
sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.
I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her
private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me
with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were
sitting at the back of the class.
thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud,
but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some
excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a
you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.
course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t
he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”
you think he’s cheating on you?”
I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”
want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were
setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.
sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting
that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.
bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came
to pick me up like he always did between classes.
didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t
help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left
without saying a word.
were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let
myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality
disappear, I was making a big deal of this.
phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same
person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know
where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I
couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to
them just with “I’m home.”
didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my
door I confirmed my doubts.
went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he
didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could
come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this
I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself
for what I was going to say.
are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t
want to cry for this.
Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us
and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.
I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every
time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some
excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something,
but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it,
but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and
more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and
looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.
what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and
back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me
I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to
say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest,
because you’re nothing like them”
put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before.
He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of
love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me
felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help
but giggle and break the kiss.
his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his
waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the
process and making us fall in the mattress.
were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.
can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing
kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and
needed, which turned me on so much.
put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with
my hands and taking it off of him.
I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I
got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way
through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts
sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his
spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.
put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I
enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be
on top of him.
looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance
to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with
stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.
wrong?” he asked
I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.
put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our
faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.
god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly
kissed me again.
You pointed a finger at Jax, cutting his words off completely. Your eyes flamed with rage. “Don’t.”
Jax let out a loud sigh. He knew he had messed up this time. “Can you at least talk to me?”
You swallowed hard and ran your tongue over your teeth as you contemplated what you would even say to him. Things had been tense with Jax lately, especially with all the shit going on with the club. But Jax had a crossed a line. When things hadn’t been going so great with you, Jax had sought comfort in the arms of another woman. You didn’t know her name, but you had seen her around. She was a new croweater, and she was all too happy to crawl into bed with your old man. Jax had been seeing her for weeks, apparently, and you had no idea until tonight. You had walked into Jax’s room at the clubhouse twenty minutes earlier, thinking you would apologize for all the fighting that had happened between the two of you lately. You wanted to make things right between you and your old man again, and you knew the first step was an apology. But all that sincerity bullshit blew out the window the second you opened the door to see him on top of that skinny bitch. In a moment of rage, you knocked everything off the top of his dresser, then you turned on your heel, slammed the door, and stomped away. Jax had pulled on his jeans and followed you down the hallway, begging you to stop. Now here you were, in the middle of the clubhouse having an all out screaming match.
“What do you want me to say, Jax?” you shouted. You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. “You’re sleeping with another woman!”
Jax opened his mouth to say something, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would fix things. So he closed his mouth and just let you yell at him.
“I mean, what the fuck, Jax?” you shook your head. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. You noticed a few beer bottles scattered on top of the bar, and you considered lobbing a few at Jax’s stupid head. “We’ve been together too long for you to be pulling this shit!” You stared at the empty bottles for a moment, then you turned back to him. “How long has this been going on?”
“Y/N, I don’t - “
“Tell me, Jax,” you demanded. “Was it a one-time thing? Have you been screwing around with her for months? What?”
Jax sighed. “Y/N, don’t.”
“Answer the question.”
Jax’s jaw tightened. “It’s happened more than once.”
You felt your eyes stinging as the words echoed in your head. You clenched your jaw and looked into Jax’s blue eyes, both of you unable to speak. You threw your hands up and shrugged. “I’m done.”
“You look like shit.”
You glanced up to see Gemma staring at you, a look of total amusement on her face.
“Good morning to you too, Gemma,” you sighed. You had hoped you could sneak into the house you had shared with Jax and grab the rest of your things without it turning into some dramatic show, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with Gemma around.
Gemma had no idea you and Jax had split yet. It had been a few days now, and she was still in the dark about what had happened. Gemma loved you, and she especially loved that you were Jax’s old lady. You knew she was going to lose her shit when she found out you had broken up. She’d be even more pissed when she found out why.
“What’s wrong with you, baby?” Gemma asked, her face growing serious as soon as she realized you weren’t in your usual happy mood. She glanced to the living room, her eyes narrowing as she looked over the stack of boxes and bags haphazardly scattered about.
Jax had been calling and texting you for the last two days, ever since the night you found him in bed with another woman. You hadn’t answered a single call or responded to a single text. You didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. You were angry, and you were hurt. You didn’t care if you ever laid eyes on Jax Teller again. In fact, you were pretty sure you would be better off if you didn’t. There was nothing he could say that would change that.
“Nothing, Gem,” you answered, setting your purse down on the kitchen table. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Gemma.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” She took a seat at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, “I’m just tired.”
She glanced towards the living room again. “You heard from Jax lately? He won’t pick up his phone.”
You sighed. It was already clear Jax hadn’t told Gemma what was going on, and it was becoming clear that he had no plans to. You knew you were going to have to tell her the truth, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were like a daughter to Gemma. She had even been hinting at you and Jax getting married soon. She would be pissed with Jax as soon as she found out the truth.
“I haven’t talked to Jax,” you responded, not looking at Gemma. “I’m sure he’s fine.” At that moment, your phone lit up. Jax was calling. You hit ignore.
Gemma narrowed her eyes and stared at you. “Something you wanna tell me?”
“Gemma – “
You could tell Gemma wasn’t going to let this go until you told her the truth.
“Jax and I broke up, Gem,” you finally admitted. “A few days ago.”
You shrugged. “I thought he’d have told you by now.”
She stood, saying nothing more. She stomped her leather boot clad feet out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
You pulled into the TM lot, wondering to yourself if this was a good idea. Gemma had stormed away from the house so fast, you were sure she was on her way to kill Jax. While you knew he kind of deserved it, you figured you should probably stop her from doing too much damage before it was too late.
You entered the clubhouse to see it relatively empty. You turned to see Chibs standing off to your right. He had witnessed the demise of your relationship a few days earlier, and he knew what you were going through. “Hey, love,” he greeted. He walked towards you and threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled weakly and nodded your head. “Have you seen Gemma?”
Before Chibs had time to answer, Gemma’s voice echoed from the main office. She stomped her way through the clubhouse, bypassing you completely and heading straight for Jax’s room. You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Chibs with a sarcastic smile. “Found her.”
You hurriedly followed Gemma down the hallway. You had arrived just in time to keep her from totally murdering Jax. She snatched open the door to Jax’s room. Jax was sitting on his bed, lacing up his shoes.
“Hey, ma,” he smiled. Then he saw you behind Gemma. He stood up quickly. “Hey, babe, I’ve been trying to call you all – “
“Don’t call me babe,” you groaned.
“What the hell, Jackson?” Gemma demanded. Jax’s face fell. “What’d you do to her?”
“Mom, this is really none of your business,” Jax insisted, stepping towards Gemma. You watched from the hallway. You had to admit, it was getting interesting.
“The hell it is!” Gemma retorted, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“Mom – “
You decided you had heard enough of the conversation. You walked away from Jax’s room and listened to their voices trail off as they continued to argue.
You turned to see Jax standing behind you. You had stopped by the clubhouse to grab what was left of your belongings from Jax’s room. You were sure this would be the last time you would every set foot in there, and you were determined to do it without running into Jax. He and some of the other guys were supposed to be on a run, but it seemed it had been cut short.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. He sounded tired, and he looked even worse. His hair was greasy as it hung in his face. His blue eyes looked sad. He had been beating himself up for the past two weeks over what he had done to you. He couldn’t remember now why he had ever started this thing with the croweater. It was toxic from the beginning. He already knew that before he ever let her into his bed. He ended everything with her the night you had caught them together. At the time, he had been in his own world, oblivious to the pain he was causing you. That night woke him up. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was all he had.
“What do you want, Jax?” you sighed. “I’m kind of busy.”
“I made a mistake,” Jax stated. He sounded broken.
You said nothing, turning your eyes back to packing the box in front of you.
He took another step closer to you. “Y/N – “
“Jax, just go.”
“Please – “
He turned and walked out of the room, head low and eyes to the ground. He realized he had messed up, and now he was grasping at any attempt he could think of to fix things.
Gemma approached Jax as he walked into the front of the clubhouse. He looked up at her, his blue eyes heavy.
“Won’t talk to you, huh?”
Jax sighed. “No.” He looked at the floor for a few seconds. “I messed up, ma.”
“I know, baby,” Gemma told him matter-of-factly.
Jax rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep, shaking breath. “What did I do?”
“You lost the best thing that ever happened to you,” Gemma responded, giving Jax an all-knowing look. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”
Jax looked down at his feet. “I gotta get her back.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how.”
“You’ll figure something out, baby.” Gemma told him, placing a finger under his chin and smiling. “You always do.”
The man holding the camera steadied it in his hands as he held it up to Jared, “Okay we are good to go.” He said, “So are there any messages you have for the bride and groom?”
Jared looked down for a moment before he glanced back up at the camera with a smile on his face, “Oh man I don’t even know where to begin. Y/N/N when we first started Supernatural you were just this awkward twelve year old kid and now you’ve become this big time time actress who still finds the time to come hangout with my kids.”
“You’ve come so far Y/N and I know there are many amazing things ahead for you; especially since you’ve found your other half in Bryan. Now, I’m not gonna lie, when you first brought Bryan around, Jensen and I were suspicious. You’re our little sister, blood or not and we only wanted the best for you. I think it was the second time that you brought Bryan over that Jay and I decided to have ‘the talk’ with him. Honestly I thought we were gonna scare him away, but at the end of the conversation he looked us in the eyes and promised that he would never hurt you. That was when I knew he was the one for you.” Jared spoke as he let out a small chuckle, trying to hide the emotions he was feeling.
He brought his hands up to his lips and blew a kiss towards the camera, “I love you guys, I wish nothing but the best for you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.”
“I got it, thanks. Oh crap, before I stop recording can you say your name and relation to the couple? When I edit everything I wanna put text at the bottom with names and everything.” The cameraman said.
“Of course,” Jared said with a smile, “My name is Jared Padalecki. I’m the brides brother.”
He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her. It was her, it was really and truly her. Almost a decade had gone by since he last laid eyes on her and she looked as beautiful as ever.
She was Y/N. His Y/N.
He swallowed hard. She was definitely going to see him, she was the only waitress on the clock by the looks of things. She would have to come over and take their order. What was he going to say to her after almost ten years of being gone? Would she understand that he left to protect her? Would she still hate him as much as he hated himself for leaving her behind? She was the best part of him. She made him happy.
“Welcome to Julia’s, what can I get for you- wait, Dean?” her voice cracked. He could hear her breathing hitch the second she laid eyes on him. He smiled softly. Her eyes were as bright as he remember.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he breathed out. “’s been awhile.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “awhile indeed. What can I get for you and your friend?”
“Coffee, and a bacon cheese burger for me and for my brother, Sam,” he paused.
“I’ll take a coffee and your garden salad,” Sam stated, smiling awkwardly. Dean knew he was wondering what was going on.
“Y/N, will you sit with us?” Dean asked kindly.
“I’ve gotta work, Dean.”
“Take a break, join us.”
“Okay, but only because it will wipe that goofy looking grin off your face, Winchester,” she giggled. “You look good, Dean.”
“Not as good as you look, sweetheart.”
“Yes, but not all of us age like fine wine,” she laughed.
“Alright, that is my cue to get out of here. You two clearly have history and need some time to catch up so I will be back at the motel,” Sam stood up, shaking his head with the widest smile on his face.
“So Y/N, what time do you get off?” he asked nervously.
“I get off whenever you-”
“Whoa, okay,” he laughed. “I mean work. I guess I’ve got a lot of explaining to do before I get you off.”
“You haven’t changed a bit, Dean Winchester,” she smile genuinely. “I can meet you out back in fifteen.”
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Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.
A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)
The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”
“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.
“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.
Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.
Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.
“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”
“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”
“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”
“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”
“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”
“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.
The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.
You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.
“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”
“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”
“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.
AN: I had A LOT of requests for a part 2 to this drabble I posted: Dean Drabble. I’m not sure if this is what you guys really had in mind but here you go! Gif submitted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing . Sorry this got away from me.
I don’t understand this concept, and I’m baffled that some people actually live like this. Is that what girls want for themselves? For their daughters? A guy who will constantly need forgiving? I just can’t wrap my mind around it. Mon-El has barely shown any signs that he will change. He keeps not honouring Kara’s wishes/request, he keeps lying and/or withholding information, and I just feel like Kara deserves better. I don’t dispute the fact that Mon-El truly loves Kara, at all. I feel like it’s clear he does. I’d be more sceptical about Kara’s love for him, but it seem to me that she does love him despite everything he’s done/keeps doing. But… Is love really enough? I mean, you can’t help who you love, sure. But does love excuse everything else, every lie, every knife to the gut, every oppressive and abusive comment? Going further into real relationships out there, does it excuse physical abuse? Because I’ve come to know someone, who despite every beating still loved their partner, and their partner apologised EVERY SINGLE TIME after “loosing control”, does love excuse that? And if not… Why should it excuse anything short of healthy?
And for those of you saying that Mon-El truly has changed because of that scene with his parents?
Mon-El“They won’t. It will be more of the same. I think about our lives there and it makes me ill, I detest who I was. I was ignorant, and blind to those around me. And letting myself be propped up at the expense of our people. I am tired of being served, and I’m tired of taking the easy way out. And I’m done being your prince.”
Queen Rhea“You sound just like her. That Kryptonian girl has poisoned you.”
Mon-El“No, mother. That woman is the best thing that has ever happened to me. The best thing I know. And whether we’re together or not, being near her makes me a better person. It makes me the person, I wanna be.”
I’m sorry to all of you, but I’m going to have to disagree on that. I don’t mean to disrespect anyone’s opinion, everyone has the right to one, so here’s mine: that scene shows that Mon-El indeed loves Kara, that never was in question I think. However, it does not show that he’s changed. He’s not noble, he’s not doing the “right thing”. Just think with me for a second… Imagine Kara in this situation, or Alex or ANYONE in this show who’s selfless and a true hero. They would give up their OWN happiness to correct their wrongs, to commit to the responsibility to their people, to do right, to do better. Mon-El heard that his people are all scattered across the universe, he heard what his parents wanted to do, which is basically to recreate the hell hole that was Daxam. And Mon-El, as the prince, he could actually do some good for the planet he did nothing to help before. But he choose to stay, because he loves Kara. And that’s okay… But he’s not changed, he’s just focusing his “selfishness” of sorts into one feeling: his love for Kara.
And I could go on and on, and talk about all of the little things that Mon-El has been doing that really don’t sit with me, but I just… I feel drained. This is not the only show that represents these kind of unhealthy relationships as “ideal” and the “happy ending”. I just thought I should say something, might save the girl out there the heartbreak. Kara deserves better, and hopefully she knows this. And honestly, young girls out there, who are learning to love and getting into their first relationships, they deserve better too.
When you found out that you and your boyfriend Joe Sugg were expecting a baby nine months ago a lot of people were worried about whether it was a good idea, some jealous fans even said you only got pregnant so you could hold onto Joe, yet it had been his idea to keep the baby as he was adamant that even though you had only been together for 5 months that he loved you and this was what he wanted.
You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend to help you get through the whole ordeal that you had been but through that had been pregnancy. The whole way through you had been sick multiple times a day, you were putting on less weight than what was deemed healthy during pregnancy and you had even ended up in hospital on more than one occasion due to dehydration. Joe had been there through it all, he had turned down holiday opportunities so that he could stay by your side and constantly followed you to the toilet when you were sick to hold your hair out of your face and rub your back until you were finished, then he would give you cuddles until you felt better.
You were happy to not only get your baby out of you, get your figure back but also feel better. Despite this, the second your baby was born you knew every single meal that had come back up from your stomach, each headache and every single hospital visit was completely and utterly worth it. The feeling was apparently the same with Joe who was a mess with tears and snot running down his face as your son is placed on your chest.
You had already decided on the name even though you didn’t know the gender of the baby and it was a good thing that he was a boy due to the fact that you still hadn’t decided on a girls name that you had liked but you had both agreed on a boys name almost immediately:
Ezra Graham Sugg
You had been back from the hospital for about 4 weeks when you had finally planned for Zoe and Alfie to meet him. The first week nobody was allowed to visit as there was strict rules that it was just yours, Joe’s and Ezra’s time together since you were brand new parents. The second week was super busy with everyone that did want to meet him and congratulate you both and since you wanted to have a good catch up with Zoe you had both decided that wouldn’t be the best week for it as there were people first thing in the morning, throughout the day and they didn’t leave until late at night. The third week, Zoe and Alfie had planned to go on holiday, they had it planned thinking that Ezra would be born the week after they had gotten back as he was born early. Finally, it was Saturday of the fourth week, Zoe and Alfie had just turned up to the house and were staying the night so that you could spend along time together as it has been over two months since you had last seen them and you were actually very close so this was normal.
Joe, with sick stained sweats on, professionally carried Ezra in one hand with walking with a slight hop in it to sooth the tiny baby in his arms. Zoe was itching to hold him so Joe purposely kept a hold of him to drag it out
“Joe, Zoe is going to pass out with excitement if you don’t give him to her” you warned jokingly
Finally, he hands Ezra over to Zoe who instantly fills up with tears as she stares down at him.
“Hello gorgeous” she coos as Alfie looks over her shoulder with a grin on his face
Joe walks over to you on the couch and sits down beside you with a tired sigh, there is no way that you would change Ezra for the world but being a new parents even with two against one tiny baby - it was extremely hard. Joe cuddles up against you as you lean against his chest just watching the interaction between three of some of your most favorite people in the world.
Ezra gurgles up at Zoe who is staring back down at him with big eyes full of love, although you knew everyone who had come to visit cared about you, Joe and Ezra you hadn’t seen a more perfect reaction to him that you had between Zoe and Alfie, although it was Zoe who was biologically related to Frankie as his Auntie there was no doubt that Alfie would treat him as the most important little boy in the world and he would be the perfect uncle just like Joe would be the perfect father.
A/N: Part 2, yay! Not much to say here, just building things up for y'all. 😏 You can read the previous parts here - (Mini Series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off - ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’; ‘Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away: Part 1’) Enjoy. X
“Bet you thought I was going to answer the phone. Well, I’m not because I’m busy so-”
Chris hung up before your voicemail could finish talking, sighing because it was the seventh time he’d gotten your voicemail in three days. He was starting to get worried because he hadn’t spoken with you since Sunday, which was when he’d questioned if you were really okay and you’d lied to his face. The two of you agreed to have a proper conversation after that one, but it was yet to happen. Every time he called, you’d watch it ring and let it go to voicemail then text him back with an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer: “I’m in class.”, “I’m on my way to work.”, “I’m in the library.”, “Dodger and I are going for a walk.”, “Ava and I are on our way to a movie.”, “I have to call my mom.”, “I’m going grocery shopping.” Out of the seven times, you’d only told the truth twice about why you had to miss his call.
Now Chris didn’t know if he was really that unlucky and you were really that busy, or if you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal. You knew him, as well as he knew you, so you got what he meant when he said “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?” The last thing you needed was a worried boyfriend- something Chris would’ve become if he’d confronted you and you’d broke down crying- so you decided it was better if you avoided him for a while. In your mind, it was a good idea because yes, he’d be worried, but he’d be less worried than if he knew the truth about your struggles. You knew he had enough on his plate with a project as big as Infinity War and that he didn’t need you to be on it too.
In your mind, you were being a thoughtful girlfriend; in Chris’, however, you weren’t. And though Ava knew how things would end if you didn’t reconsider your bad idea, she said nothing because since she spilled the beans to Chris- you’d politely asked her to stay out of your relationship. She agreed, of course, because as your best friend she’d always respect your decision- even if it was “a fucking stupid one.” That comment was unsaid because she knew you didn’t need a fight with her when a fight with Chris was obviously on its way. All of this, everything that was happening right now was the calm before the storm. Eventually Chris would get ahold of you and everything you thought you could avoid would come crashing down onto you.
“Bet you thought I was going to-”
“God dammit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he slammed his phone onto the table; Sebastian looked up with a raised brow. “Sorry,” Chris muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just-” he huffed, “I’m trying to get ahold of Y/N and she won’t pick up and I’m kind of freaking out. She’s clearly going through something, but she won’t talk to me about it. And I don’t- What the fuck is going through her mind?” Sebastian pursed his lips at Chris’ obvious frustration. “Does she think this is a good idea- to just avoid my calls like my worries are just going to disappear?”
“I think it’s a good idea to breathe, maybe?” Sebastian suggested and Chris took a slow, deep breath. “Okay, now that you have some oxygen in your lungs,” Sebastian teased then chuckled when Chris shot him a weary look. “Just relax, man. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”
“I am not overreacting, she-”
“That sounds like something someone who’s overreacting would say,” Sebastian cut him off with pursed lips and Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled. “She’s a university student, what do you expect? Do you remember your university experience? 'Cause I do. Things get busy and chaotic and overwhelming, but it’s nothing that we couldn’t handle. So stop worrying so much, Y/N is a capable girl. If she’s not telling you things, maybe it’s because she can handle it.” Chris huffed and Sebastian sighed, “I know you feel like you have to protect her 'cause she’s younger than you, but maybe you’re being a little overbearing?”
Chris had nothing to say because Sebastian made some pretty solid points. Like you, he had a best friend to knock some sense into him, buff tense situations, and talk him out of some dumb decisions. Perhaps Sebastian was right, perhaps he was being a little overbearing. But he couldn’t help it, you were important to him and he knew you weren’t the kind of person who talked about things unless he pressed. That was one of the differences he’d found between you and your second person protagonist, you were more concern with how he saw you which meant you’d lie to him if you had to. He realized that the two of you really needed to discuss that before it became a bigger problem than it already was, and he knew it would because honesty and communication were two of the most important factors in a successful relationship. Clearly those were the areas the two of you lacked in considering everything that’d happened between the two of you.
“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready,” Sebastian consoled. “Until then- I don’t think you should push her. I don’t know her as well as you, but I feel like she’s one of those girls who- y'know, the-more-you-push-the-further-she’ll-run? She seems like the type, and it’s not a bad type- it’s just tricky.” Chris sighed and nodded in agreement. “But she obviously cares about you, so don’t give up on her. After all, you don’t know what her reasons are. Maybe she doesn’t want you to worry and that’s why she’s not telling you anything.”
“I’m not going to give up on her.” Chris wasn’t sure about a lot, but he was sure about that. “She’s a puzzle, that one, but she’s one of those puzzles that when you figure it out and finish it-” he smiled when he thought about you, “it’s going to be beautiful and incredibly satisfying.” Sebastian found himself smiling at Chris’ smile; he was very happy for him friend, that was for sure. “And I know for a fact that she’s not telling me anything because she doesn’t want me to worry, that’s exactly the kind of person she is. But,” he sighed with a small smile, “that’s one of the many reason I love her. What?” Chris chuckled when he heard Sebastian chuckle.
“Nothing,” Sebastian shook his head. “I’m just- Y/N is the first girlfriend you’ve spoken so openly about.” Chris narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained on his lips because his friend was right. “You’ve never talked about any of your other girlfriends before- well, not when the relationship was still so new. But with Y/N? I mean- you keep photos of her in your trailer, you introduce us over FaceTime, you talk about her all the time and it is- This is a new side to you that we all love,” Sebastian admitted and Chris’ smile widened.
“Yeah, well-” Chris’ smile reached his eyes when he thought about the future he was planning to have with you. “She’s different.” Sebastian nodded, because obviously you were. “I know I can spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to. I really, really want to,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and Sebastian smiled. “I um- I just want her to live her life first, before she settles down with me. I don’t want her to miss out on anything, y'know?”
“That’s sweet,” Sebastian nodded. “I like her with you, I think we all do. She’s…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word then settled on what Chris used earlier, “different. But it’s the kind of different you want to welcome into your life.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, I think you knocked it out of the park with Y/N. I haven’t met her in real life, but- I’m fairly confident about what I just said.”
“Me too,” Chris nodded with a smile.
“So try and remember what I said earlier, so you don’t do anything dumb to lose her,” Sebastian reminded him and they both chuckled. “'Cause man, Chris, you’d be a world class idiot to lose a girl as amazing as Y/N, who’s obviously perfect for you.”
“Believe me, I know,” Chris chuckled as his mind flitted back to the conversations he’d had with Ava, your mom and dad, your older brother, his mom, Scott, Carly, Shanna- literally his whole family, Kevin, Scarlett, Robert, both Chrises- basically everyone and anyone he’d spoken to about you. He didn’t need more people to tell him what he already knew; you were special and he wasn’t going to let you go. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”
“Okay, I need a shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes.” I got up from my seat on the couch with my grandma and boyfriend Grayson. This is the first time he’d met her, and it’s only because we got a little too drunk last night when my Grandma was out of the house. I made my way up the stairs and got a towel from my room before going into the bathroom. Not bothering to lock the door, theres only three of us in this house and we all know I’m in the shower.
The water touched my bare skin, it was warm, since it was a cold morning. Slightly hungover, it made my body relax and the ache in my head disappear. I’d already washed my hair and slightly scrubbed my body, not bothering to shave since I did that only a few days ago. I had some pop hits playing from my phone and the noise from the water hitting the bath tub beneath me making me hearing a bit clouded.