this is so brilliant sigh

Type: Imagine

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader

Prompt: Can you do an 11th doctor x reader where the reader constantly on the verge of tears and one day the doctor notices and asks about it all day and she keeps saying it’s nothing, but gets mad at her for always hiding her feelings, ultimately breaking their trust and making her feel like she should die, but she realizes it’s because he cares about her and wants to understand her? This is really long sorry you can shorten it if you like. Xx

By: Anonymous


You let out little sniffles as tears welled up in your eyes. You stared down at the console, half-listening to the Doctor as he ran around you and the console. They were in-between adventures at the moment and the Doctor was getting antsy. You gave a small smile as your vision blurred with un-shed tears. You could always count on him to make you smile.

You tuned back in.

“-e was quite the strange fellow! Always going on about painting and rare art pieces. Yes, he enjoyed collecting them. However, he was interesting to talk to and he could make a good cup of tea! Such a good conversationalist I’d been perfectly oblivious to the fact that he was pregnant and having triplets!” He rambled on before pulling up a lever with a happy little sigh.

“Isn’t the miracle of life so brilliant, (Y/N)?” He asked, looking over to you with a bright grin. However, it faded when he took in your glassy eyes. He turned to face you completely with a serious look on his face. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” You shook your head quickly before wiping at your eyes. “Nothing. Just womanly things.” The Doctor straightened up before looking away with a light blush and clearing his throat looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Uh, I see. Well, I’ll just leave you to it.” He said in a rush before running out of the room. You stared after him with a glum look before turning and looking back down at the console.
This happened a few more times over the past few weeks.(Months? Days? You weren’t always sure with him.) You would tear up and he would come over in concern to try and figure out what was wrong with you. Then, you would make up some bullshit excuse to get him off you. However, you noticed that he seemed to get more and more annoyed and frantic every-time he came over to you and you brushed him off.

Today seemed to be no different.

You teared up while you were leaning against the console and the Doctor was imputing coordinates for some sort of vacation planet. A part of you doubted that it would be so relaxing and stuff. There would probably be an invasion or a type of threat or maybe you both would somehow manage to offend the alien leader.

Knowing the Doctor, it would not be a surprise.

And, like it happened before, the Doctor jogged over to you and lifted your chin. His eyes peering into yours. “(Y/N), tell me what is wrong.” He asked, or demanded actually. You shook your head before speaking in a shaky tone. “It’s nothing. I just-” You were interrupted when the Doctor got angry and yelled. “Stop lying to me!”

You stared at him with a dropped jaw and looked at him in surprise. He stared at you with dark eyes filled with a type of unwavering intensity. “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N). I was willing to let it go whenever you began crying. But, I can’t anymore. I can’t deal with you lying to me. Just tell me, okay?” He told you trying to calm down and get answers.

You slowly shook your head. “Please. Doctor, I can’t tell you. Just leave me be, okay? I just can’t.” The Doctor was silent as he stared down at you with an unreadable expression. “Why do you do this?” He asked finally. You gave him a confused look. “Do what?” “Hide from me. Hide your feelings. Lie to me. Do you not trust me? Is that it?”

You gave him a hurt look. “Of course I trust you.” “Then why do you lie? Why do you hide? If you tell me, I’ll be able to help you. I know I could. But, I won’t be able to if you don’t tell me.” You remained stubborn and refused to give in. “You can’t.” The Doctor finally exploded.

“Why are you being such an ape?! Do you not understand?! Do you trust me so little?! Do you want to cry? Do you like the tears, is that it? I can help you! I can help you and stop you from crying! Do you not care?! Why are you being such an idiot?!” He was breathing hard by the end of it, his eyes dark from hurt, worry, and anger.

You stared up at him through tears. The tears fell from your eyes and all you could do was look at him with sadness and heart-break. Was that how he always thought of you? As a dumb ape? You let out a whimper as you slowly backed away.

His eyes widened as regret and guilt washed over him. “(Y/N). I’m so-” “Leave me alone.” You hissed and he froze mid-step as he had began walking towards you. You eyed him before running away. You could hear him call after you but you continued to run. One destination in mind. Your room.
That night you cried yourself to sleep. And by the time you woke up your eyes were red and puffy and you felt horrible. You slowly got up and shuffled to the door to go make yourself some hot chocolate. Who cares if it is in the morning?

You turned the knob and the door swung open and before you could step out you noticed the Doctor asleep next to your door. Despite the anger you felt towards him, you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. You remembered hearing him whine and beg you to let him in the night before. You ignored him and eventually he stopped. He must’ve waited outside your door for you to come out all night.

You, against your will, began smiling at how adorable he is. You shook your head to clear those thoughts. You were supposed to be angry. You cleared your throat and walked to the kitchen.

The End~

… For now.~


*sigh* why Littlefinger is so awesome. brilliant vid.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *looking in the mirror; fidgeting with his collar* Are you sure this is a good idea?
  • Molly: *in her bedroom* Absolutely. I've almost solved this case. A quick undercover in this club should be the final proof I need. I can think of no one better to assist me.
  • Sherlock: *bitter* What about Greg? You two seem close.
  • Molly: *confused* Who?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Nevermind.
  • Molly: *exits her bedroom* Well?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *staring* Wow.
  • Molly: *frowns* What?
  • Sherlock: *spluttering* Well, you...I mean, you're- you look fantastic.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* It's just a dress.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Just take the compliment, Molly.
  • Molly: Oh *hesitates* Thank you.
  • Sherlock: *waiting*
  • Molly: *clears her throat* You look quite fetching yourself.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Thank you *offers her his arm* Shall we?
  • -they walk out into the street and hail a cab-
  • Sherlock: What's the name of that club?
  • Molly: *to the driver* Angelo's.
  • Driver: *nods* Right you are, missy.
  • Sherlock: *confused* You said-
  • Molly: We're having dinner first. Problem?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head*
  • Molly: *smiles* Good *takes his hand*
  • Sherlock: *grins like a fool*

“Seras! Can you come test something for me!” Amelia called out in the manor from her quarters, knowing either she or Pip would hear her. 

“Sure! What is it?..”

The Draculina soon appeared in the open doorway, walking in to see Amelia polishing up a large, beautiful wooden-framed rectangular mirror. Elegant and yet not too modern in its design. And big enough to mount horizontally in a large room, like a living room, or vertically for a bedroom..

“Wow.. That’s a pretty mirror..” she cooed in awe. Not too surprised to see her own reflection in it. Many of Hellsing’s mirrors were able to show her reflection. Though what Amelia knew, was that without an enchantment, they wouldn’t be able to do so. The same, went for Amelia’s mirror there, so to which, the she-wolf was grinning in excitement.

“Ok, so it reflects you - brilliant!” she sighed in relief, “That’s test number one passed.”

“Test one?.. What’s it for?” Seras queried, her head tilting to the side in curiosity.

Waving the Draculina closer, Amelia glanced to her open door to check no one was there before replying in a soft whisper. “Russell’s birthday present.”

“His Birthday!?” Seras however was less than quiet in her shock realisation. The She-wolf having to hush her with a small laugh. “How- When is it!?”


“WHY DIDN’T HE TELL US?! I haven’t got him anything! Oh no! Ok, um..” Seras bit her lip, looking down at her watch - only 2:30pm. “Ah! Still have time to go into town.. Right! There wasn’t anythin’ else you needed from me.. right?” she asked, realising she was forgetting Amelia for a moment.

Amelia shook her head with a smile, “No, go on you. I’m sure Pip can help you find something. He’s not expecting anything, as far as I know.” Glancing down at her phone, she scrolled down for Alicia’s number, pressing the icon as Seras bolted off to find Pip.

so i don’t know about you and i don’t know if it’s canon or not but there’s something i can’t stop thinking about, jily and remadora… i mean you know… dOUBLE DATES HOLY HOLY JAMES LILY REMUS AND TONKS 

  • james and tonks clicking inmediately 
  • they would’ve done so much noise together 
  • like s o  m u c h  n o i s e !!!!!
  • you would’ve felt like you were dying when you were with these two dorks because they would’ve made you laugh so much you stomach would’ve hurt really bad 
  • and they would’ve done a lot of p r a n k s 
  • remus and lily just sitting there and rolling their eyes at them bUT 
  • when james and tonks weren’t looking at them anymore remus and lily would’ve been like “*sighs* god aren’t they so fucking brilliant?”
  • and james would’ve been like “so tonks can you show me again the duck mouth thing”
  • and tonks would’ve been like “ugh james you cAAAAN’T dooooo it”
  • imagine them four at a concert of the weird sisters holy shit
  • james and remus screaming the lyrics to the songs and tonks and lily dancing crazily like tonks would’ve been like
  • “just shake your hair like this lily”
  • and after that, they would’ve gone to the leaky cauldron or the three broomsticks and there would’ve been too many empty glasses on the table, glasses that once were filled with firewhisky and butterbeer
  • lily and remus would’ve been like crazy dancing and doing crazy shit 
  • and then they would’ve been singing stuff like 
  • “what’s a wizarding without his wand the same thing i am without your hands what’s a wizard without his hat the same thing i am without your heart”
  • oh no that wouldn’t be pretty at all 
  • but james and tonks would’ve been totally lost in them

dryadalis  asked:

Doctor/Rose, Highlander AU, which is... Already sort of a prompt, but Rose is another highlander as well

Warning: There is some blood and gore in this ficlet.

Also: So you all know, this is the Christopher Eccleston that I drew inspiration from, because I wanted him to have long, gorgeous, flowing locks and also look badass with a broadsword:

Saxon was the only one left. He’d killed more immortals, but the power made him unstable. With Rose at his back, the Doctor knew they could defeat him. He clutched his sword, readjusting his grip, as he swept his head back, getting his long, dark brown, rain-soaked hair out of his steely blue eyes.

“You won’t win this,” he roughly informed the blond man standing a few feet away from him.

“Oh, you think so?” Saxon mocked.

“We’re more than a match for you, and you know it,” he said. “It’d be easier if you give up now.”

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  • *in the lab*
  • Molly: *watching Sherlock curiously*
  • Sherlock: *sitting at his microscope, dressed a vicar*
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Sherlock, can I ask you something?
  • Sherlock: *distracted* Mmm?
  • Molly: *folds her arms* Why are you dressed like that?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; smiles simply* I'm undercover.
  • Molly: *intrigued* Oh. At Bart's?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Obviously not.
  • Molly: *nods* Riiight *giggles; shuffling papers*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes* What?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Nothing, it's don't seem the type to try and impress me.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I told you. I'm undercover.
  • Molly: But not right now.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Clearly.
  • Molly: *gesturing* So the disguise...
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* For the...character.
  • Molly: *smiling* Sorry. My mistake *continues work*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Sherlock: *fiddles with the white strip at his collar* Do you like it?
  • Molly: *flashes him a smile* I prefer detectives.
  • Sherlock: *smirks*

louis tomlinson would fight a whole army just to be with harry styles

Cinderella AU (Part 10)

Summary: Cinderella AU

Characters: Dean x reader

A/N: So the bottom is much better than the top so you just have to get through the mediocre writing in order to get to the good stuff! Thank you for your patience and as always I would love your feedback!!! I think I’m planning on one more part after this!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Tagging @treasurecastiel and @love-untiltheresnoloveleft because they asked me to! (Look guys I remembered!!)

You walked with Sam through the halls, your arm linked in his as he led you around, no destination in mind.

“I apologize for what my father said” Sam spoke causing you to sigh.

“You need not apologize” You assured him “He was right, I’m a guest who has overstayed her welcome”

“You and I both know that you are more than a guest” Sam replied, neither of you making eye contact.

You sighed a little “Sam, but I am just a guest” From the corner of your eye you saw him slump his shoulders slightly “This is a royal palace, you guys are royalty. Me? I’m a peasant, the palace’s charity case”

“Is that what Dean said” Sam whispered, only loud enough that you weren’t sure you were supposed to hear it. As a result you decided to ignore it, instead focusing on your walk. Consequently Sam spoke up seconds later “For the record I’m going to miss you”

This brought the corners of your mouth up involuntarily “I’m going to miss you too”

At this Sam chuckled slightly “If Dean can’t do it I’ll date you if I have to”

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised “I appreciate your sacrifice”

Sam’s face dropped as he realized what he sounded like “No-no I didn’t” He immediately began stuttering.

“Please Sam I think you’ve said enough” You mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek to contain your laughter.

Sam nodded and kept walking, completely silent before he couldn’t take it anymore “I swear I didn’t mean it like that. It would be an honor to date you”

You looked up at him and burst out laughing, he looked confused for a moment before realization hit him. He shook his head and chuckled “You’re messing with me”

You nodded as he chuckled slightly. “God I’m going to miss you” He whispered pulling you into a hug. You happily returned it, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest.

“I’m going to miss you too”

“You know you don’t have to go” He whispered back as you pulled back from him.

“I do though” He sighed again, knowing he wasn’t getting anywhere with you “I think I can just stay with Richard”

He nodded and bit his tongue to keep from arguing further, instead opting to change the subject “So how would you like to see the library?”

“I’d love too” You answered immediately, looping your arm with his.

You were about to turn the corner when you were stopped by your name being called. You turned around to see Dean running in your direction.

A wide smile crossed Sam’s face as he took a step away from you, not that you noticed. You were too entranced with Dean. He dashed towards you, barely slowing down as he neared. In one swift move he picked you up, spinning you around in the air earning high pitched squeals from you.

When he had finally stopped spinning you both had huge smiles on your faces, light hearted chuckles falling from your lips, and were panting slightly.

Dean kept you in his arms, your toes just skimming above the floor. “I love you” He breathed out catching you by surprise.

“I love you too” The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. This wasn’t supposed to go like this, it was supposed to be a clean break, keep as much of your heart, and his, intact.

You watched as his smile got even bigger, it was then that you decided that you didn’t regret those words, not if they brought him this much happiness.

You froze as you watched him slowly dip his head towards yours. You panicked as you saw him pucker his lips slightly, you had never kissed anyone before. However, before you could do anything his lips grazed yours. Your eyes fluttered closed on their own accord. His lips moved slowly and softly as you moved yours to match. The world around you dissolved and you became lost in him.

All too soon your lungs began to burn from lack of air. You reluctantly pushed back from him, climbing down from his arms, though he kept you close, your forehead resting against his.

You chuckled slightly as he did the same. You were about to speak up when he beat you to it “Marry me”

The words were few, they came out breathy, and they were light, and yet the still carried so much weight.

You pulled back from him, your eyes searching his as his searched yours. “Dean” You breathed out.

“Just-just wait” He begged you, taking both your hands in his “I know it’s soon, I mean I just learned your name a few days ago” He chuckled at his own joke as you couldn’t help but do the same “but I know that I love you, I love you more have I have ever loved anyone and if there is anyone I want to spend the rest of my life with it’s you” A blush dusted your cheeks as he talked giving him more confidence “So please just consider it”

You sighed, looking deeply into his brilliant green eyes “Dean” You sighed again causing Dean’s face to drop “I have considered it, and it can’t happen”

“But why not” He mused, cupping your cheek with one hand as you unconsciously leaned into his touch.

“Your father is right” You sighed, nearly choking on the words as you said them “You’re royalty and I’m just-“

Dean cut you off “No don’t say it” He urged you “You’re more than that. God Y/N you are so much more you just need to look past this-this barrier”

“Dean this isn’t a barrier you can just look past” You said, a lump forming in your throat “We just can’t be together”

“No it is a barrier we can look past” He insisted “All you have to do is choose to, I know I already have and after we do so the rest will follow”

You looked at him skeptically “And besides Y/N you are so much more than your class. You are funny and sarcastic and witty and beautiful and kind and strong and so many more things!”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too big as Dean continued on “Besides I don’t want royalty, I want you. I want you for everything you are, not something you’re not”

You began to nod your head slowly “Ok” You answered simply.

“Ok?” Dean asked, more out of disbelief than anything “Is that a yes?”

You laughed and nodded “I would love to marry you”

Dean stared at you for a moment, disbelief evident on every feature as the corners of his mouth slowly inched their way up. You laughed again and put your hands on either side of his face, bringing his lips down to meet yours.

You had meant for it to be a quick celebratory kiss though Dean had other plans, he put his hands on your hips, bringing you further into him before gracefully lifting you up causing you to giggle into the kiss. You, in turn wrapped your legs around him, never once breaking it. Dean softly pushed you against the wall, letting it support some of your weight before you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

You and Dean both broke apart reluctantly, though you stayed supported on the wall, to see Sam looking at you with a big smile on his face, behind him most of the palaces staff, equally big smiles on their faces. Upon seeing your recognition of their presence the staff burst into applause causing your cheeks to redden. Dean began to laugh and you soon followed suit, hiding your head in his shoulder.

Dean carefully set you down and the two of you made your way to the middle of the hallway, making dramatic bows and waves once you got there. He spun you around before pulling you into him, you laughing the entire time, before he led you down the hall.

You let out a few last chuckles and leaned your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “What are we going to tell your father” You mumbled into his chest.

He chuckled slightly, the vibrations in his chest causing your head to bob slightly. “I have a plan for that.”


You walked through the streets, hand in hand with Dean, for everyone to see. Jealous girls glared in your direction while others gossiped, their heads clumped together as not so quiet whispers flowed from their lips.

You watched them with uneasy eyes. You could feel them watching you, judging you. Dean watched you, a small frown on his face as he watched your features drop. He gave your hand a squeeze drawing your attention back to him.

You peaked up at him out of the corner of your eye to see him send you a quick wink. Needless to say it did nothing to calm you. His frown deepened and he leaned down, whispering in your ear “They are going to love you.”

You looked up at him skeptically as he smiled at you. You shook your head, looking around before ushering him into a secluded alley.

“What if they don’t” The words left your mouth in a rushed whisper.

“Slow down” He whispered, cupping your cheek and waiting for you to take a deep breath “Now tell me what is wrong”

“What if they don’t like me” You said, your breaths rushed and shaky “What if they all hate me”

“Hey that won’t happen” He assured you “They are going to love you”

“But how can you know that?” You sighed, breaking back from him “What if they don’t see me but they just see that I’m not the same class? What if they-“ You rambled only to be cut off by Dean’s lips connecting with yours.

You gasped slightly as he pulled back your eyebrows raised “What did we say?” You looked at him, still wide eyed, still not used to that not uttering a word “If we look past the barriers they will too” You shook your head, opening your mouth to object except Dean beat you to it “And before you object it does work that way, trust me when I say that they will see you for you.”

You frowned slightly, wanting to say so much though keeping your mouth shut, knowing he had more to say “You are beautiful, you are smart, you are amazing and that is what they will see.” He calmed you, his deep velvety voice instantly crushing any doubts. If this amazing man loved you how could they not?

You chuckled slightly, doing your best force the lump down your throat as a few stray tears streamed down your face. Dean chuckled slightly in response, cupping your cheek again and rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

“Ok now tell me again” He whispered with a grin on his face causing you to giggle.

“I would love to marry you” You recited an equally big grin on your face.

His smile got bigger as he pulled you into a hug “I love hearing you say that” He whispered.

“I love saying it” You chuckled, pulling back just enough to connect your lips to his again.

Dean smiled into the kiss, reluctantly letting you pull back and lead him out of alley.

You were both fully aware of the eyes on you as you left it. Of the small smiles on some faces and the jealous scowls on others.

“You ready?” He whispered, giving your head another squeeze.

You nodded your head and he grinned, stopping you in your tracks.

“Ok” He whispered before speaking louder “Y/N” He put extra emphasis on your name, chuckling slightly as he said it, a sort of inside joke between the two of you. “I have a confession to make” You nodded with his words as a crowd gathered around you. “I love you” The words came out softer, sweeter, and that was when you knew he was speaking to you, not to the crowd of people whom you were here to talk in front of, but to you. These words were his and they were yours, no one else’s.

“God you have no idea how much I love you” His eyes glassed over and you were sure yours did the same, “I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life happy by spending it with you” You swear you could feel your heart stop, your breathing stop, everything stopped “And I just hope you want to spend yours with me too” He pulled up on his pants slightly, giving him enough range of motion to kneel to the ground, pulling out a box in the process.

You thought you would be ready, after all this was the plan, you knew all about it. But you weren’t. Even prior knowledge couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down your face.

And there they were, four little words, the same soft lighthearted pretense with a much deeper, more passionate meaning “Will you marry me”

This time there was no hesitation, no debate, no argument, there was one word you wanted to say. One word that easily danced over your lips. “Yes” The word flowed easily from them, in an almost sob.

Dean grinned and easily slipped the ring over your finger. It fit perfectly, as if it were meant for you. Which in a way you believed it was, or at least liked to believe it was. Dean sprung up from his kneel and took your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

You loved this part, kissing him. He was soft, he was sweet, and he was yours. This man, this amazing, gorgeous, brilliant, sexy man was yours, forever. And you were his.

He pulled back, you reluctantly doing the same and just stared at each other, lost in each other. Only when Dean grinned did the rest of the world appear to you.

Clapping; the sound filled the air around you, taking you by surprise. You looked around at the people surrounding you and saw nothing but smiles. There were no judgmental faces, no jealous scowls, not even a frown, just happy faces.

You looked up at Dean to see him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. He mouthed an ‘I told you so’ causing you to laugh. You took the extra step forward and threw your arms around him. Never have you been so happy to be so wrong.


You squealed in delight as Dean swiftly picked you up bridal style mere steps from the front gates of the castle. “What are you doing?” You laughed as Dean threw you up in the air slightly in order to get his hands in a better position.

“I believe this is customary” He replied with a smug smile.

“Yes after the wedding” You giggled throwing your arms around his neck to give yourself more balance.

“Sorry” He winked carrying you up the steps “I got excited.

You gazed up at him, a wide smile on your face prepared to say something when you watched his face fall. With a curious look you followed his gaze to see the king standing in front of you.

“I hear congratulations are in order” He said through a clenched jaw.

“Dad I-“ Dean began, letting you down only to be cut off by the king raising his hand.

“Throne room, now” Was all he said before turning around, leaving you and Dean to follow him.


“…COMPLETELY IRRISPONIBLE AND STUPID…” To be honest you weren’t entirely sure what the king was saying at this point. All you knew was that Dean was holding your hand, albeit discretely and behind your back but it didn’t matter, his simple touch told you that you were going to be ok.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Dean spoke to answer the king’s question meaning you didn’t have to, which was good considering you didn’t think you’d be able to. You couldn’t help but think of how drastically your life had changed in such a short time. If you had told yourself a month ago that today you would be yelled at by the king for marrying the prince you wouldn’t have believed it. Being yelled at by your mother, well that you counted on.

“Dean get out I need to speak with Y/N” The sound of your name brought your attention back to the conversation. Dean was by your side for quite some time before he gave one last squeeze and dropped your hand, leaving.

The large doors shut behind him signaling his newfound absence from the room as you played with your fingers behind your back, a tingling sensation left behind by Dean’s touch and a large metal cool band now around your finger kept your attention.

“What do you want?” The question was frank and to be honest it was fair. You came from nothing so naturally it would be assumed your every action was a response to some desire previously considered unattainable.

You brought your hands out from behind your back and looked down at them, spinning the ring on your finger, thinking about your answer before voicing it “Dean”

The king visibly rolled his eyes and sighed, a reaction you were expecting “If it’s money I can give you that just leave my boy out of it”

You let your hands fall and made eye contact with the king “With all due respect your majesty I don’t want anything, not riches not power, I want Dean.” A warm smile crossed your face as you continued “I want his charm, I want his smile, I want his laugh, I want the way he makes me laugh, I want the bubbly sensation that occurs in my stomach when he is around” You got lost in your own words,“I just want him”

“You don’t expect me to believe that do you?” The king asked in not a disgusted or disapproving voice but rather out of desperation. He needed to believe that you had another motive, that you could give him a reason to stop the wedding.

“Honestly no, but it’s the truth” You shrugged, surprised at the calmness you’ve been able to maintain throughout this conversation “I really do love your son, and I think he loves me too.”

“Ok if you do love him as you say give me a reason” the king began, sitting down on his throne, a sort of exertion of power, a way to show you that you were powerless in this room. “Tell me how did you know?”

“I wish nothing more to tell you a long and enchanting love story” You sighed, admitting it honestly “to tell you that I had fancied him for quite some time, that I nearly fainted when he first talked to me, how every conversation after that sent butterflies flurrying in my stomach.” Your words issued another smile on your face as your gaze became fixed at the base of his throne, not making eye contact. “But it wouldn’t be true. There is no story, I just looked at him one day and I knew. He picked me up when I was down and brought me back to life.” You chuckled slightly “I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world”

You sighed once more, this one a much happier and lighthearted sigh, finished with your speech and looked hesitantly back up at the king to see his slouched back in his chair, any unspoken exertion of power long forgotten as he pondered over your words “I can see why he likes you” His words caught you by surprise. “I’m going to be perfectly frank with you, I hope you do not mind” He warned you as you nodded, not trusting your voice “I told him to find love, never thinking that he would actually find it, never mind that he would love someone like you.” He shrugged again, not making eye contact “I thought I knew you from the beginning, that you wanted nothing more than the throne, that you were a mere peasant not worthy of sweeping the floors”

The confession hit you at your core as you forced yourself to stand tall, to take everything he said with an unreadable expression “However when I first met you at breakfast you were-“ He paused chuckling at the memory “To my surprise, polite, even despite my forward and inconsiderate comment. However, admittedly I still did not trust you but now-“ He paused again talking a breath “Now I see that it is not you that got lucky but him.” Your eyebrows shot up on their own accord “You are everything I had ever hoped for Dean to find and more.”

“And I know that any man, no matter their status, would be lucky to have you” Your heart dropped with your gaze as he said this, thinking that he still didn’t approve. “Including my son” The finish of his sentence surprised you as your gaze shot back up to his to see him leaning forward in the throne, a soft smile on his face “And if you would allow me I would be honored to hand you off to him, as your future father-in-law”

You’re A Punk And He’s A Nerd (Luke/4)

Request: Hey. Can you write an highschool imagine where you are punk and everyone fears you and luke is the nerd that tries to approach you. You push him away at first but then become good friends? Btw. Love you blog so much



You walk through the school halls, ignoring the fact that you’re being glared at by every single person you pass. You hear a group of girls whispering, presumably about you, so you snap a “What?” at them, and they just turn away.

You walk straight into your first lesson and slump into your seat at the back of the class. You don’t have assigned seats; anyone can sit anywhere, though everyone knows where your seat is. No-one sits in it, and no-one sits in the seat next to you.

Once the class is nearly full, Luke Hemmings - the class nerd - walks up to you; the whole class watching him.

“Erm…hi (Y/N)…would it be alright if I could, er, sit next to you?” He stutters

You glare at him, before moving your bag off the seat next to you for him to sit down. You’re not a complete bitch. He sits down next to you and the lesson begins.

It’s maths, which you hate. You’re really bad at it.

You’re set off on a task, and you kinda don’t want Luke to notice you’re struggling. He’s the class nerd and an absolute maths wizz.

“Are you…are you stuck? Because I can…I can help if you want” He says when he realises you’re not doing anything.

“No fuck off, I’m going to do it, just not right now” You snap

You hear him gulp, “Sorry…sorry…I just…I’m sorry”

“Right guys, that’s the end of the lesson. Make sure this is finished for Friday” Your maths teacher calls a while later

You and Luke are the last ones to leave the classroom, but your teacher calls you to stay behind. Once Luke has left the room, your teacher begins to speak.

“I’ve been noticing a slip in your grades” he states

You shrug, “It’s not as if my grades in this lesson have ever been high”

He nods, “No, you’re right, they haven’t. But they’ve always been good grades, you know what I mean?”

You shake your head, “I think our opinion of what good grades are, sir”

He sighs, “Seems so. Your grades were good. Not brilliant. But good. However recently, they’ve slipped from a high C to a low E, and I don’t really know why. What I do know, though, is that you sit at the back of class and you don’t do your work, thinking I can’t see you, but I can, actually. Why aren’t you doing your work?”

You shrug, “I’m barely going to pass this class, there’s no point in me trying”

He shakes his head, “There’s every point. A C is a pass. Get back to your C, you’ll pass for sure. You just need to do your work and ask for help when you need it. This persona you put across of you being too cool for school or whatever, or not caring about your school work, is distracting you from what you actually want to achieve. And you have every capability of achieving that if you just make some adjustments.”

You shrug, “Sure. I’ll try.”

You go to leave the room, but he stops you again “And…I really think you would benefit from asking someone for help. If you don’t want to ask me and look stupid or thick or whatever, ask someone in the class. Luke maybes? He’s a really good bet. He knows his stuff and he’s a nice kid. Why don’t you give it a go?”

You shrug again, “Yeah, sure, whatever”

“Okay. You can go” He smiles

You stalk out of the classroom and down the hall. You attend your next two lessons, which aren’t too bad because you don’t find them too difficult.

At lunch you sit in your usual spot, and eat the dinner you brought in from home.

When you finish and you get up to leave, you notice Luke entering the canteen by himself. You take a deep breath. Are you really about to do this?

You hesitantly approach him, and you can tell he’s surprised.

“Hi Luke” You smile

“Erm, hi” He replies

“So you know, erm, sorry this is really embarrassing.” You stutter

“No, don’t worry about it. What’s up?” He asks

“Well you know how in maths you asked if I was stuck?” You begin

He nods, “Then you told me to fuck off, nice way to remind me”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that” You continue “But I really was stuck, and I was talking to sir at the end of the lesson and he was telling me that my grades were slipping but that if I worked hard I could get them back to where they need to me, and then he suggested asking a friend for help, and I know we’re not exactly friends but I know you’re smart and top of the class so I was just wondering if you wou-”

“Yes” He states, simply

“What? You didn’t even know what I was going to ask you…”

He shrugs, “I didn’t need to. I knew where it was heading anyway”

“So, you’ll help me?” You ask

“Yes. Yes, I will help you” He replies

You smile and you can feel yourself blush, “Oh…well thanks…I expected you to say no”

“Why would you think that?” He asks you, confused

You shrug, “Well, I just figured you hated me”

He laughs, “Why would I hate you? You’ve never done anything for me to hate you!”

You blush some more, “Well thanks kid”

“Well…err…why don’t you give me a number and we can arrange a time or a place…” He suggests “Or we can go to the library and do it now, if that’s better for you”

You roll your eyes, “Give me your phone, loser”

He takes his phone out of his pocket and you enter your number. You send yourself a quick text from his phone so that you could save his number to your own phone.

“There you go” You smile “Text me at anytime”

“I will, don’t worry” He smiles back

“Bye, Luke”

“Err, yeah, I’ll…I’ll talk to you later”


Part 2

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