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The Things She Carried

Part 6. Back To College

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1800+

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Jared Leto Imagine - His ‘friends’ are mean to you

Anonymous said:Can you do an imagine with Jared and the reader , the reader goes to one of his shows and backstage when Jared steps away for a sec some of Jared’s friends make fun and call her a groupie and the reader gets really uncomfortable and leave and Jared gets pissed and all that , you know how to make a good story happen💞

A/N: Hi love and thanks for requesting. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it :)

Also if someone doesn’t know what a groupie is, I’ll help you out. A groupie = A young woman who seeks to achieve status by having sex with rock musicians, roadies, security, and other band-related guys.

Your P.O.V.

My entire body felt like a bottle of coke that had been shaken too much. I was simply so excited and happy today. Why? I won a internet competition and now I’d have a meet and greet with Jared Leto from 30 Seconds To Mars! He was my idol and I couldn’t be gladder to see him in person. 

After two weeks of waiting , the moment was finally here. I made sure that my outfit was on point before going further inside. I was wearing blue shorts, a long sleeved white shirt, fishnet socks with black boots. Then I had my echelon necklace and a few rings. I didn’t do much to my hair, because I didn’t want to seem overdone. The most important thing was the fact that I’d meet him.

So with a pass around my neck I was allowed to the backroom where Jared was. He was shooting for a movie these times, but he made time for this. So basically I was here at the set with loads of people around us.I didn’t mind. A big metallic green door opened and a guard told me to go. That I did.

He was right there in front of my eyes. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on my idol. He was talking to a group of men and they seemed to have a nice conversation. Time seemed to freeze. I mean, he was there for real! Jared fucking Leto in his fancy ass clothes and that slick look on his entire body. He had black pants, grey sneakers and a blue button-up shirt.His brown hair was put back with gel and he had a short stubble, because he had to shave his cute beard for this role.  Then he turned around, probably because he heard the door.

‘’Hi!’’ He chirped happily when he saw me. Jesus christ. What was air? ‘’Hi’’ I tried to say as normally as I could, but the second I moved my mouth, I wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Jared noticed that I was struggling to do anything so he walked over with his strong arms wide open. It was very inviting to hug him. So I did that. I wrapped my arms around him and felt how he did the same to me, squeezing me into a real nice hug. He smelled really nice, like cologne. Then he was warm. His hug just confirmed that he was real, he existed!

‘’So you’re the lucky gal?’’ Jared asked me happily after a while. I stepped back and looked into his blue eyes. It was so surreal. ‘’I guess so’’ I answered him. To my surprise I was shy. ‘’I’m Y/N’’ I added, for some reason needing to tell him my name. ‘’That’s a pretty name. I’m Jared’’ He let me know and I laughed. Of course I knew who he was. ‘’Oh shoot’’ He suddenly breathed out sharply. He touched his torso and then his pockets, like he was looking for something. ‘’I’m gonna go and get the camera so we can take a picture. I’ll be back before you know it’’ Jared promised me. I nodded and he hurried to find a camera. He was literally jogging. I was left alone with his friends.

‘’So what will your story be?’’ One of them with raven black hair spoke up. I turned to look at the small gang with only three men now. ‘’Huh?’’ I gave him a confused look. They shared a laugh and then came closer, making me a little nervous. ‘’How will you try to fuck him?’’ The same man cleared his words. My eyes widened in surprise. Was he serious? ‘’I..I’m not trying to do that’’ I defended myself, suddenly feeling really bad. Why would they think so?

‘’Save it girl, you’re obviously some kind of a slut. Just look at you!’’ The guy with dark brown hair and a huge white T spat this time. Ouch. My breath hitched in my throat. They all checked me out with nasty looks. ‘’Just admit it, you’re a groupie’’ The last man spoke. That felt really bad. ‘’No I’m not!’’ I sighed and shut my eyes for a while.

‘’Well your lies ain’t bulletproof. You should go before he comes back. We don’t have time to fuck around, you’re wasting time’’ The raven guy told me harshly. Suddenly my eyes stung. I felt like crying and those tears wouldn’t be happy tears. ‘’But I came to see him, not to fuck him’’ I whimpered, blinking away tears that foolishly landed down my face. It felt bad, really bad.

‘’Go on, leave. Tears won’t save a nasty little groupie. What if you’ve got aids or something?’’ One of them laughed out loud, making the others laugh as well. That’s it. Jared would come back seeing me in tears and he’d never believe me. I turned around and headed towards the door. This felt unreal. I never expected to leave early feeling like total shit.

Before I could push the door open, I heard Jared’s voice. ‘’Guys what the hell?’’ He barked, sounding angry as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine and I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my tears in. ‘’We’re just helping ya out mate’’ One of them scoffed, playing innocent. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. ‘’Get out of here now before I get angrier’’ Jared warned his so called friends. Then I heard his footsteps coming closer. ‘’Are you serious?’’ One of the guys asked Jared in disbelief.

‘’I said get the hell away from me or else you’ll regret staying’’ He yelled loudly, making me flinch. Talk about a first meeting gone wrong. A couple seconds later we were left alone and I felt like I would burst. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around so he could see my face. He didn’t seem angry anymore, more disappointed. 

‘’I’m so sorry’’ He whispered and put a hand on my jaw, making me look at him. I tried to speak, but I was choking on tears so nothing came out. Instead I shook my head and faked a smile. ‘’I don’t know why they would say those things..damn’’ Jared continued and then took a deep breath. ‘’It’s okay’’ I lied, not wanting to bother him. 

Meeting Jared was overwhelming enough but this was over the top. If I’d be home, I’d put Thirty Seconds To Mars on my speakers and cry out to them. Now I felt lost and confused. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt too anxious to keep it in. ‘’It’s not okay. That’s really a dick ass move from them’’ He growled under his breath. Jared seemed upset as well, but more angry upset. ‘’Maybe I should go, I don’t want to ruin anything’’ I thought out loud. I tried to step back, but Jared didn’t let me off hook so easily. He grabbed my wrists and more or less forced me to stay.

‘’Y/N’’ He said my name seriously. That’s all it took to make the tears fall down my face. I sniffled and then I looked down, attempting to hide my face from him. Damn this was embarrassing. ‘’I think that we should have a second chance to meet. One without those douche bags’’ Jared started something suggestive. What was he talking about? ‘’How about I make it up to you and we go out and do something sometime?’’ He suggested hopefully. I looked at him like he was joking. Then he saw that I was crying.

jared wiped away my tears with his thumb, making me feel better. ‘’Would that be fun?’’ He cooed after a while. I nodded and then cracked a small smile. Man this guy knew what to do. ‘’That’s good’’ He smiled back and pulled me close. I knew he was a cuddler, but this was really comforting. ‘’So how about we calm down, ignore those idiots, take some pics, walk around and then change numbers?’’ Jared made a plan. ‘’That sounds neat’’ I replied and felt much better. I was so surprised that he decided to comfort me and tell his friends to go away. I was just a fan after all.

‘’That’s good to hear’’ He admitted and patted my back. Now I sure knew why he was my idol. Not only was he a good artist, but he was an amazing person.

call you tpmorrow

Lily is drunk and erroneously assumes that James’ yellow car is a taxi. Based on a prompt from this post. Rated G for goddammit, she’s drunk, that would be taking advantage. 

The sidewalk is cool on her bare feet as she stumbles to a taxi and opens the door. “Hi there,” Lily giggles, swaying a bit. “Fifth and Main, please.” She buckles her seatbelt with fumbling fingers and sets her purse on the floor.

The car doesn’t move. “Er…” the driver says hesitantly. “This isn’t—”

“Oh, actually, can you take me to Stearns and Second? I forgot to water my friend’s plants, and he’ll kill me if I don’t…”

“I’m not—”

“Or is it Stearns and Eighth?” Lily rambles, words spilling out before she can make sense of them. Her head is fuzzy with tequila shots and the pounding of an impending hangover. “I can’t really remember…”

“Not a taxi!” the driver bursts out. “Just a regular car, thanks.” He twists to look at the girl in his back seat. Her reddish hair is falling out of its complicated updo and her eyeliner is smudged with sweat.

She stares at him like he’s stupid. “Of course it’s a taxi. You’ve got a yellow car and you’re waiting outside a bar at one in the morning.”

“I’m waiting for a friend.”

“Well, I need a ride. I’ll be your friend and you can drive me home, okay? I’m Lily,” she introduces herself as she leans up front. “Who are you?”

He sighs. “My name is James,” he says reluctantly. “Fine, I can give you a ride. I don’t trust you to make it otherwise.” James turns back to the road and shifts out of park, making a dubiously legal u-turn.

“Wait! What about your friend? She’ll be all alone!” Lily protests, apparently just processing what he had said earlier. “You can’t leave her.”

James waves a hand. “He’ll be fine. I’ll text him. He can call a real cab. Fifth and Main, you said?”

“No, Stearns and Fourth. I need to water Peter’s plants,” she says, as if he knows who Peter is. “He’s in England this month. All the way across the sea.” Her mind wanders, until she realizes she’s still leaning forward between the front two seats. “Hi,” she says to his shoulder.

“Hi.” He glances over at her. Her perfume, citrusy and sweet, wafts through the car. “Have you got any shoes on?”

Lily sits back and looks down at her feet. “No,” she says with a frown. “I don’t know what happened to them. And they were so cute.” She stares for a moment more, then shrugs. “Oh well, they were my sister’s old prom shoes. Why’s your car yellow if it’s not a taxi?”

“I like it. It has character,” he says a little defensively. “Okay, we’re on Stearns, so you’re going to have to tell me when we get to Peter’s place.”

She watches out the window, breath fogging up the glass. She absentmindedly traces a heart in the condensation. “Oh, right here! I recognize that book shop. The lady there was pretty. Pretty eyes. Pretty mouth.”

“This is Stearns and Sixth,” James notes as he deftly parallel parks. “Can you remember that?” He gets out of the car and opens her door for her, offering a hand.

Lily doesn’t see it and gets out by herself. “Yes, I can, actually,” she says, somewhat indignantly. “That’s what I said earlier.”

He opens his mouth, then closes it and decides not to say anything.

She walks unsteadily toward a shady-looking apartment building, digging in her purse for a key. “Oh.” James can practically hear her deflating. "I haven’t got the key, it’s at home.”

James sighs again. This girl is either not too bright or unhealthily drunk. Or both. “I’m taking you home now,” he says. “Fifth and Main, yeah?” He helps her back into the car, the front seat this time.

“Yeah. Fifth and Main.” Lily’s lip juts out in a pretty pout. “I really wanted to water Pete’s plants before he got back.” She fiddles with the radio dial and finds an all-night alternative station. “He arrives day after next, and I’ve only watered the plants twice in two weeks. They’ll all be dead.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” James reassures her as he navigates to Main Street. “Once my mum and dad went to Alaska for a week and I was supposed to water their plants every other day, except I actually only watered them once. They survived. Kind of.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to prove I was responsible. He thinks I’m not, since I lost our other friend’s rabbit. She turned up eventually, though.” A pause. “And she even had most of her fur left.”

James can’t stop himself from snorting with laughter. “Jesus. I hope you don’t babysit. Look, we’re almost to your place.” Sure enough, they’ve just turned onto Main Street. “I’m going to give you my number and you text me when you get inside, alright? I don’t want you to end up locked out or anything. And if you want you can call me tomorrow; I have a florist friend who might be able to help with your plant situation.”

Lily smiles faintly at his gentle yet firm tone. She can tell he’s used to dealing with drunk people. “Yes, sir. Oh, that’s my building, next to the tattoo place. With the window boxes, yeah.” He pulls up in a loading zone and scrabbles in the console for a pen.

“Could I see your hand for a sec?” James asks. Lily nods and he takes it to write his number. She watches the way his hair falls over his forehead and for a short, tequila-hazy moment considers pushing it back. But then he’s done and the urge is gone.

“There you go. Text me when you get in,” he reminds her. “Got your keys? Your purse? Shoes? No, you lost them. Right. Well.” A moment of silence, and then Lily opens the door.

“Thank you,” she says as she stumbles out. “Really. It means a lot to me. And I’m not usually quite this dumb, I swear. Or drunk. Or, well, when I’m not this drunk I’m not this dumb. Usually I’m all about organic chemistry and molecular biology and curing cancer.” Another pause. “Anyway.”

“Good night,” James says. “Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.” Lily smiles wryly at this and closes the door. He watches as she tiptoes to her building and struggles with her keys, eventually finding the right one and disappearing without a backwards glance.

Again he sighs. She was cute, he muses, and sweet enough to care about her friend’s plants even while wasted. Hopefully she won’t forget whose number is sharpied on her hand. Hopefully she’ll use it.

Two minutes pass without a text. Five. Ten. James is still parked illegally and has almost resigned himself to forever wondering if she made it home when his phone lights up.

notd ead!! the world of organic chemistry is saved. call you tomprrow.

He smiles at her correctly-spelled ‘organic chemistry’ next to ‘tomprrow’ and shakes his head. Then he pulls away from the curb, the scent of oranges and permanent marker hanging in the air.

ML Secret Santa- Part 3

fluff fluff cute cute, not tooooo much plot progression, but i was sorta in a down mood the past while and wanted to write cutesy stuff to cheer myself up. so here ya go! almost 7k word count!

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So- producing this image in about two days is a very pathetic attempt on my end amazing considering that I am sick (like coughing for me hurts my lungs for some odd reason and I don’t know if it’s a bad thing since this is a reoccuring thing)

Aside that KH AU image plus other fics plus the fact i’m halfway through that onmyouji AU post and that i’m sick as hell this is just insane what am i doing to myself

…moving on… This is what I could call Noir AU/DetectiveandMafia AU /can someone come up with a better name for this since the very basis for this is 50′s mysteries and suits? (It’s a mix between that and modern- think of FMA in the American 50′s… except no alchemy, technology’s a bit more advanced, just throw in the OPM’s powers and there’s the AU.)

There is a blurb. Enjoy!

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