Summary: Thanks to Bucky, during a game of truth or dare the reader is put into a compromising position..which may or may not lead to more funpositions with a certain super soldier later on.
Word Count: 6028
Author’s note: Guys…SMUTT SO MUCH SMUTT! The reader also has a past with Wade Wilson..so this is kinda a dead pool imagine too? ( but not in the way you guys will think;)~ the reader also has powers!!)
Sam laughed, “ And that was how I lost my virginity..but if that story leaves this room y’all are cold”. The entire room laughed along with him, even though there was only five other people in it.
You all had been bored in between missions and decided to play a game of truth or dare. When alcohol was thrown into the equation, things got dirty real fast. Steve laughed, “ God after hearing that story I don’t think being a virgin is too bad”.
Bucky and Natasha threw you knowing glances, but the blush on your cheeks made things pretty obvious anyways. How could you not have a crush on the most well liked man in all of America?
You walked out of the library, book in hand. You were reading as you rounded the corner. You heard bubbling laughter coming from down the stairs. A smile formed on your face. You went down and saw exactly as you expected.
“What on earth are you doing to him?” You asked your husband, eyebrow raised, albeit the smile from earlier still plastered on your face. They both straightened up at once.
“Oh….just….” Adam began, but he was cut off.
“Daddy was teaching me how to fight, Mama!” Your five year old little boy came running up to you.
“Was he now? Who won?” You glanced between both of your boys.
“Me, of course” they both answered. They shared a glance of disbelief that the other would claim victory.
“Well, then!” Adam stated. “I declare a rematch!” Both of the boys laughed and went back to wrestling on the floor. You sat down in your chair with the book in your hand. You smiled at the scene before you. Suddenly, your son stopped and looked up at you, an excited look on his face.
“Mama…what book is that?” He asked, eyes gleaming. You grinned, glancing at your husband.
“Romeo and Juliet.” You smiled down at him. Adam groaned.
“Oh not that one again. You’ve read it to him twice already! The whole way through!” You chuckled at his tantrum.
“Yes, and, perhaps i’m wrong, but I do believe that the last time I read it, I saw you smiling.” You smirked at Adam as he huffed.
“I did no such thing.”
You grinned at him before turning to your son.
“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
You didn’t comment when you saw the corners of Adam’s lips turn up ever so slightly.
Friends who couldn’t hold their liquor were the worst. Normally, you would get super frustrated having to take care of an inebriated friend.
This time however, you had to admit that it was rather amusing.
When Bucky Barnes arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been mysterious and a tad closed off. Everyone sort of gave him his space and waited for him to warm up to what was going on. He did eventually which pleased you.
Now, he was drunk off his ass and it was the funniest thing ever.
IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)
[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]
warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.
word count: 3.2 k+
‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’
“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”
(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”
Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.
“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.
“You busy tonight?”
Steve shook his head, “No, why?”
“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.
“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”
(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”
Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”
She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.
“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”
(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”
Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.
“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.
“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.
“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.
When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.
“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.
“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.
“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.
After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.
‘Where are you guys?’
“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.
“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”
Suddenly a buzz went through the table.
‘At home. Have fun ;)’
“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”
Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”
(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”
“Our friends are shit.”
“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”
“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”
(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”
Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”
“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”
Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.
3 weeks into ‘dating.’
“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”
(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”
“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”
She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.
3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.
“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”
“How do you know?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”
Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”
“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.
Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.
“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.
They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.
“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.
Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”
Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”
Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.
“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.
Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”
Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”
“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.
She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.
4 Weeks into ‘dating’
“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.
(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.
His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.
He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.
(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”
(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.
“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.
(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.” She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”
“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.
“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”
“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.
“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.
Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”
“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.
“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”
He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.
“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.
As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.
“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.
“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.
“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.
5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.
She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”
“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.
She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.
Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”
“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.
Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.
(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.
She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.
He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.
“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.
“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”
He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”
Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.
“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.
She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”
“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.
“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”
“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.
Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!
It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper
Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.
They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.
They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.
“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.
“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.
“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.
He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind
As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.
“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.
The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled
“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”
She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red
“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.
It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.
“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”
He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.
Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,
“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.
Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.
She was reaching for him
“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”
Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”
Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.
And Betty did that.
She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.
“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.
Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.
Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”
He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”
Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”
The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”
He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”
Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.
“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.
Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.
Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side
“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.
It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.
“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.
Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,
“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”
She sniffled, smiling at him
“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”
He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.
“You still haven’t cracked yet, Y/N. I’m impressed.” You stared up at Agent Camp, shrugging your shoulders. “You know, most people in your position would have gone crazy by now and started talking but not you. Anyway, I came here with news. Dean and Sam…they were found dead in their prison cells today and then vanished into thin air. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
You still didn’t speak, trying not to laugh in his face. “You’ll talk to me Y/N. Sooner or later.” He glared down at you one last time and shook his head, starting to walk away.
“I’m not alone, you know.” You smirked, standing up and walking around the Agent in circles. “I haven’t been alone since I got here. That’s why your little isolation plan never worked. It never will work. I’m never alone.”
“You’re crazier than I thought.” Camp said, furrowing his eyebrows at you. “You’ll crack soon enough, Y/N. I’ll be here waiting when you do.”
“Yeah…yeah.” Dean spoke quickly, trying to relay the information he needed to. “We just broke out. Listen, Sam and I are out but we need you to get here as soon as you can. We’re somewhere near Rocky Mountain National Park. And I wanna talk to Y/N. She’s not answering her phone. Where is she?”
“Y/N isn’t with us.” Cas answered. “She was arrested with you.”
“I know that.” Dean snapped. “I thought…we searched the whole place for her and she’s not here. I thought she escaped on the road or something!”
“I haven’t heard from her since all of you were taken.” Cas explained. “Not a word. None of her covert messages. Nothing.”
“Fuck!” Dean screamed into the phone. “What did they do to them?!”
“Mary and I will be there soon, Dean.” Cas said. “Hang on, ok?”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded and hung up, turning to face Sam who looked confused.
“Them?” Sam questioned. “You said what did they do to them, not her.” Dean swallowed, nodding his head. Cas already knew, of course. He sensed it right away, but you hadn’t told Sam.
“Y/N’s pregnant.” Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We hadn’t really found the right time to tell anyone yet but that’s why she’s been doing all the research lately.”
Sam’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward, grabbing Dean in a tight hug. “We’ll find her. Them. We’ll find them.”
“Daddy’s comin’ little one.” You ran your hand over your barely there bump, standing beside the door with the gun you’d stolen from Agent Camp’s holster, unbeknownst to him. “We just gotta get outta here so he can find us.” You clipped the security badge to your prison coveralls and started to scream, waiting for the guards to come and open the door. “We’re not stuck in here with them. They’re stuck in here with us.”
You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.
The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.
You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.
Title: Into Focus Character: Peter Parker A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.
“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.
Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”
“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”
Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.
“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.
“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”
You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”
“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”
You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.
“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”
You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”
“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”
Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”
“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”
With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.
“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”
Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”
Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”
“I really don’t.”
“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”
“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”
“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”
“Maybe, but Peter does.”
“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”
“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.
“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”
“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”
Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”
“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”
Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.
That was incredibly weird, even for you.
But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.
Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.
“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.
Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.
“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”
“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.
“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.
Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?
You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.
It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.
Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.
You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.
Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”
You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.
“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”
“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”
“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.
“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”
Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”
Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.
Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.
You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”
“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”
“How much was it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”
It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.
Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.
He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.
Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.
“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.
Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”
Request: Can you do an Isaac imagine where you always leave your window open so he can sleep with you and one night you to get into a really bad fight and you close the window and he knows he messed up bad? Thanks
gif cred - fyeahdanielsharman
A/N: I tried to give this one a more happy ending than the last Isaac imagine. Okay, a lot more happy. ;)
Where he usually lay, creating a warm bubble of warmth as he tangled himself beneath the white sheets, was a cold and empty patch of mattress. If she buried her face in his feathery pillow where his scent lingered, she would breathe in his cologne, and it would almost be like he was there.
It was around ten, not that she was paying attention, and by this time at night the town would go still, lights would flicker off, and Isaac Lahey would sneak into her window wearing a big and dopey grin, but this time he didn’t. They would sleep beside each other every night, but it was never anything more than that, him bundled around her, or vise versa, a source of comfort for the two who didn’t feel like they had anybody else.
She couldn’t sleep, so she sat up abruptly and rubbed at her eyes, walking over to her mirror and staring at the disheveled figure that blinked in the reflection. She was wearing a lacy white tank top and navy blue sleep shorts, her hair in a tangled pony, and usually bright eyes were instead sporting dark purple circles. She yawned and reached for a knit quilt which she took with her as she sat on the ledge beside her window, head tilted onto the cool glass, blanket over her knees. She breathed fog onto the window, and rubbed it away so she could stare blankly out into the starry night sky. Though she tried with all her might not to think about it, to think about him, she couldn’t help it.
“I’ll see you later?” she smiled, nudging Isaac.
His smile wavered and melted away, “actually, no.”
“Oh,” she said with surprise, “how come?”
Isaac stared at her, his next words low and soft, “because I don’t want to, and because it’s never going to happen again.”
And thus a fight had broken out between the two, one that both didn’t last long, or make any sense to her. He’d snapped, one moment himself, the next moment not, and she wanted to know how she went wrong, or if she’d hurt him. Usually by this time she’d be sleeping, and Isaac would’ve pulled her right into his chest, his arms snugly around her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive, and she would drift off into him with a smile on her lips. The longing that churned in her stomach made her sink forward into her knees with a long sigh.
“Did I do something out of line?” she reasoned.
He was getting more angered now, his jaw pulsating, “no, it was my mistake to come at all.”
“Thought what? Get over it, okay? Those nights meant nothing.”
It was so dark out by now that all the lights were blinked out except the sparkling ones in the sky. For a minute, she pulled open her window, letting the cool breeze from outside woosh across her face and send goosebumps to her skin. A part of her felt like if she opened that window, Isaac would appear, and it would all go back to normal. She blinked her eyes closed, remembering their last night together, which had been only a few weeks ago, weeks that felt so far away.
“Hey,” his lips twitched faintly.
They were rolled to their sides, facing each other, so close their noses almost touched. Isaac wore his jeans but had tossed his shirt to the floor, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes glued to his face. His honey colored curls toppled across his forehead, his blue eyes bright.
“Hey,” she smiled.
“Why are you awake?”
“Couldn’t sleep. You?”
“I guess I was just, thinking.”
She snapped out of her daze, blinking down at the two bright lights that appeared in the folds of darkness. They were eyes, golden ones. She took in a sharp breath and slammed the window closed, clicking the lock shut and bounding back to her bed, diving beneath the sheets in hopes he hadn’t seen her. A rustling came from outside, and then face appeared at the window, a rasp of knuckles at the glass, but she didn’t move, her eyes slammed shut as she feigned sleep. There were a couple seconds of silence, and then-
His voice was soft, broken sounding, and unmistakably Isaac Lahey’s. Just the way her name sounded coming off his lips almost sent her spiraling.
“Please,” he tried again, a plea.
Her hands trembled and she tried with little luck to drown his voice out.
“I know you’re awake,” he said quietly, “I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He paused, voice breaking, “please, let me in, please.”
It wasn’t enough for her to open the window, but it was enough that she sat up, blinking at the boy outside. She could barely make him out, but was sure those golden wolf eyes could see her in crystal clear view. She turned her lamp on and faced Isaac, who’s eyes had lost their familiar glow, a heavy lack of sleep visible from his face and tousled curls.
“I messed up,” he said, his head bent in shame.
“Yeah, you did,” she tried to keep her voice steady.
“Please, let me explain.”
“You already did,” she snapped, mocking him, “it was a mistake.”
“No, no,” he shook his head, bringing a palm up to her window when she moved to her blinds. His eyes resumed their bright blue color, and it was a human hand that was pressed to her glass. She walked slowly to him, sinking down to the floorboards and hating herself for caving so easily. She raised her hand to the glass, pressing it against Isaac’s, and he bent forward so that his forehead could be against hers.
“Please,” he said again, blue eyes boring into her.
She let him in, the tall boy struggling, as usual, to fit himself through. He stepped into her room, wearing black jeans and a navy shirt, eyes flickering around as if to see if she’d changed anything from the last time. He took in a deep breath, like he wanted to breathe in something familiar, to breathe her in, and for the first time, she saw clearly the purple markings that circled around his neck.
“What hap-” she began.
“I needed to see you,” he cut her off, “to say I’m sorry.”
She blinked at him with a cold expression.
“I just couldn’t stay away any longer. My dad, he found out I was sneaking out, and if he’d known I was coming to see you, he could’ve done something awful,” Isaac stumbled. “I had to keep you away so he wouldn’t find you, o-or hurt you.”
“But instead he hurt you,” she breathed, looking at the bruises on his flesh.
“It’s worth it,” he mumbled, “if you’re safe.”
“But I’m not,” she said, “not without you.”
“What do you mean?” his eyebrows arched, lips bending.
“I mean the nightmares have started again, since you left,” she whispered.
His eyes flickered sadly over her face, “mine too.”
She frowned and reached for his hand, trailing her fingertips lightly over his palms. His heart hammered obnoxiously in his chest, and he took in a sharp breath, “I can’t stay.” He pulled his hand back into his chest, distancing himself from her because he knew the smallest of touches would be enough for him to never leave.
“You can,” she said, “stay.”
“No, if I got home and my dad found out,” he began.
“Then don’t go home,” she stated, the answer so simple to her.
“Stay,” she said again.
He stared at her, silence enveloping them as he searched for the right words to say, but finding none. She stood, closing the distance between their bodies and bringing her hand to Isaac’s sculpted cheekbones. When he tried to turn from her, she pressed her fingertips into him lightly.
“Don’t,” she begged. “Don’t do that thing where you push me away.”
“I can’t,” he looked down at her. “I can’t hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she ran her fingers along his jaw, “okay?”
He just stared at her, “how come you care so much?” His voice had dropped lower, like he was sensing something for the first time, like he was seeing her differently.
“Isaac, what were you gonna say that night, when you couldn’t sleep?” she averted the question and the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, “you never told me.”
“Neither did you,” he said.
Her hand dropped, and she shifted a little with discomfort.
“Was it nightmares keeping you up?” he asked.
“No, you know I don’t get them when-”
“When I’m there,” he finished.
“So what then?”
His words were soft and dangerous, like his next actions relied entirely upon her answer. She turned and began to pace with agitation, eyes glued to the dark floorboards, loose strands of heir toppling over her cheeks as she took in shallow breaths.
“Hey, hey,” Isaac steadied her, hands coming firmly to either side of her shoulder, “look at me.”
And she did. Her eyes flickered over those searing eyes, and gold locks, and full lips that drove her crazy. She took in a deep breath, Isaac’s dark cologne wafting into her lungs and making her dizzy.
“Will you stay?” she asked.
He brushed back her hair and ran his slender fingertips gently up to grip her face. He had to bend down to reach her, his forehead gently touching hers, breath cool and voice alluring when he answered, “as soon as you tell me, honestly.”
She stared at him, heart racing as his blue eyes devoured her, “come on sweetheart, I just need one word,” he said. “One word and I’m all yours,” he promised. “What was keeping you up?”
And then his lips were on hers, and they became a tangled mess of body parts, her arms slinking around his neck, fingers tangled in his honey colored curls, Isaac’s hands grabbing roughly at her waist, the two going stumbling across the bedroom. She went falling to the bed, Isaac closing in over her as his lips attached hungrily back against her own, his hands crawling beneath her shirt and sending electricity through her bare skin. He nudged more forcefully into her mouth, hunger growing when she sighed and made that noise of contempt against him. His lips found her neck, and he pinned her waist down so she couldn’t wriggle as his mouth danced across her sensitive skin, tongue pressing slow into her and leaving purple marks. She tilted her head up, feeling his soft hair and hot breath against her and making Isaac go mad when she said his name the way she did. His slender fingertips went sliding down her stomach, sending shivers that made her arch her back beneath him.
He pulled hastily away, blue eyes boring into her, “you don’t know how many nights I lay here thinking about this, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you,” he said huskily.
Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya
A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O
Warnings: fighting, harmful words
I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.
“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”
I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.
Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.
“Y/N? Where are you going?”
“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”
Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.
“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”
Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.
“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”
“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”
“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”
“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”
“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”
“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”
“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”
“Yeah, well, too late for that.”
And with that I was gone.
It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.
“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”
“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”
“Well of course!”
I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.
I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.
There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!
And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…
I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.
“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”
And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.
I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.
I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.
“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.
“Look, it’s not what you think!”
“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”
“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”
Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.
I stormed through the house until I found Tom.
Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…
The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.
“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”
“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”
I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.
“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”
“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”
Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.
“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”
“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”
“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”
“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”
Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.
“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”
“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”
Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.
“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”
I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.
“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”
Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.
“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”
“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”
A/N: This was requested by @mysuperlittletimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
Getting Lucifer a smartphone was a feat in itself, but convincing him to download snapchat was another thing. You downloaded the app onto his phone, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Lucifer noticed it the second he unlocked the phone.
The fallen archangel was willing to play your game. He opened the app, doing what he had seen you do so many times before. He switched from filter to filter. He didn’t find many of them to be amusing like you did.
Lucifer noticed that you had sent him a snapchat. He viewed it, tilting his head at the screen. He looked at the other table, making eye contact with you. Dean was too concentrated on the book he was reading. He glimpsed at Sam who sat in front of him; Sam was lost in his book too.
Title: Finding the Way Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: Going back in the timeline in this one to fix my errors for communication with Shaun.
“Good morning, Dr. (L/n).” Shaun said as he brushed passed you and Dr. Claire to head to his locker.
“Morning, Shaun.” You said absentmindedly, trying to get the ink of your pen to run, shaking it to and fro.
Claire glanced up from her charts to look at you curiously, her eyes shifting to the back of Shaun for a second before she sighed. “I don’t get how you do it.”
“What? Keep my will to live? Cause let me tell you that I might be losing it.” You said as you half-heartedly tossed your pen to the side, deciding it was done for.
Claire couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, I mean,” She broke off, hands gesturing where Shaun previously stood. “He talks to you. You don’t even have to try, you just know how to talk to him.”
You held back the laugh. “Are you kidding? I have no idea what the hell I’m doing when it comes to Dr. Murphy,” You said with a bitter laugh. “We greet each other and sometimes I can manage to get him to talk about something small and then that’s it. I’m still figuring out how to reach him.”
“If it’s any consolation; you’re doing a hell of a better job than I am. I can barely get him to acknowledge my presence let alone something as simple as a hello.”
“Oh come on, I think it’s just because you weren’t very nice to him when you two met.” You teased, smiling whenever she gave you a pointed look.
“You of all people should know I was not being mean to him.”
“Of course I do, but like Dr. Glassman said, he can’t pick up on the same social cues we can.”
Claire nodded, both of you entering a familiar and shared mind space together. “Yeah, and there’s the whole question thing too.”
“Don’t remind me, I suck when it comes to avoiding asking him questions. I tried turning some into phrases and then writing them down, but they didn’t make any sense.”
Claire’s eyes went to yours. “You wrote down things to say to him?”
You squinted your eyes at her; knowing what she was implying. “Stop that, it just helps me think.”
Claire grinned, the crinkles around her eyes becoming more prominent. “I didn’t say anything.”
You elbowed her affectionately, closing up your charts before digging around your pockets. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra pen would you?”
In hindsight, walking through a busy hospital while trying to shove your scrubs into a laundry bag to take home was probably not the brightest moment of your career.
You didn’t make it that far before your shoulder mashed right into a blob of white and blue, and the person in front of you would’ve toppled right over had you not instantly dropped your scrubs to steady them, your hands tightly wrapping around their arms.
“Oh jesus! I’m so sorry!” You cried in an apologetic tone, looking up right into the wide gaze of Dr. Murphy.
“Shaun!” You removed your hold on him as soon as you noticed who he was.
“Hello,” He said calmly, as if you hadn’t just knocked right into him, his hands adjusting to their normal place. “Thank you for catching me.”
“I’m really sorry about that, are you okay?” You asked with a slight tilt of your head.
Shaun looked blankly passed you, swaying ever so slightly back and forth.
Your face expressed confusion until you realized your error. “Right, no questions,” You said with a slight tap to your head, thinking for a moment until you spoke again. “You could have really gotten hurt if you had fallen.” You tried weakly.
Shaun nodded. “Yes, but I’m okay thanks to you.” His eyes glanced down to your scrubs on the ground, he knelt down at picked them before holding them out. “You dropped these.”
“Oh sorry,” You said, quickly taking them from him with a flustered smile “Thank you.”
“You say sorry a lot.”
The already glowing flush on your face deepend as you let out a forced laugh. “Yeah, it appears I do.”
Shaun scanned your face for a moment before his gaze adverted to your scrubs. “Are you heading home now?”
“Yes, my shifted ended a couple minutes ago.”
“Okay, you might want to drive more carefully tonight. There was an accident not too far from the hospital.”
Your ears perked up and you resorted to nodding at him. “Thanks for telling me, make sure you get home alright, too.”
“I will, have a good night.” He said shortly with one final nod to you before he walked away.
Request: Kai prompt is pretending to help the group but is really just bored and trying to raise havoc by actually helping kai. Kai siphones her magic in front of the group expecting it to hurt but she gets pleasure from it. Idk
The mystic falls group stood spread out in worry, walking forward into what seemed to be an invisible wall that surrounded them and prevented their escape. They were aggravated now, kicking and punching at the shield magical barrier that had trapped them for over an hour now. The sun was starting to set, causing the ground to glow orange under their feet, and a cool chill to raise goosebumps to their skin.
“Where is that god damned heretic when we need him!?” Caroline rolled her eyes and sunk onto the ground, admitting defeat as she blew her blonde curls from her eyes.
“Probably taking his sweet time,” Damon growled while vamp speeding around the bubble with agitation and slamming his fists at the air.
“Or because he doesn’t get anything out of it,” Stefan said quietly, still as stone as he simply stared out with a long sigh.
“And my magic isn’t doing anything, I don’t know what to do,” Bonnie said. “What about you, (Y/N)? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
The girl stood apart from the others, her hand against the barrier, fingers sinking into the magic, head tilted to the left, lips barely parted. She wore torn black jeans and a pale blue sweater, her hair tied into two messy braids that framed her face.
“Hm?” she asked with little interest.
“Your magic,” Bonnie repeated, “is it working?”
“No,” she flat out lied, quickly drawing her hand away before they could notice her fingertips sinking through.
She spun to face them, their brows raised and arms folded as the group stared her down.
“I’m telling the truth,” she shrugged, twirling a strand of her soft hair around her index finger.
“Sure you are,” a voice said from behind them.
Kai Parker strutted over to the group, his slender fingers tucked lightly into his tattered jean pockets, iconic smirk plastered to his rounded lips. He stepped over to the barrier, tongue nudging the edge of his cheek as his lips split into a big grin, head cocking to the side with amusement. He stopped outside the wall, looking them over with his piercing blue eyes before finally settling on the pretty little thing that stared daggers at him.
“Kai,” Stefan began quietly, “please help us.”
“Now why would I want to do that?” he chuckled to himself, little dimples lighting his cheeks.
“To prove you’re not an utter dick,” Damon huffed.
“Oh, but I am,” Kai laughed aloud, pacing around the increasingly heated group before stopping just in front of the girl who he proceeded to devour with his eyes. He liked watching the way her eyes would avert his as her cheeks got all pink, unable to resist melting under that gaze.
“What about you, princess? You have anything to say for yourself?” he hummed softly.
“Why would I?” she responded nervously, chewing at her lower lip with worry.
“Because I didn’t set up this trap,” Kai answered knowingly, “you did.”
It went silent as all eyes went to her, and she tried with little luck to stand her ground, “I didn’t.”
“Mhm,” Kai said, vanishing into thin air before appearing behind her. His arms went stretching around her from behind, his front pressed roughly into her as he gently used his slender fingers to ease her body through the magical barrier, his breath on her neck making her go dizzy as she blinked her eyes closed, opening them again to see herself outside the barrier.
“So then tell me, why can you go through that?” he breathed against her neck, cool rings sliding down her arms and making her shiver as he pulled himself away.
“I-just-I-” she stammered and looked away from the glares of Caroline, Bonnie, Stefan, and Damon. Her eyes flickered to Kai’s knowing ones, and suddenly she couldn’t help herself as she burst into a fit of giggles, unable to stop her chortles of laughter.
“It worked,” Kai beamed fondly at her, pulling her into his hips with a laugh.
“It did,” she grinned at the heretic.
“What did you do?” Caroline snapped.
“Had fun,” she answered.
“What are you talking about?” Damon rushed at the barrier but was propelled back.
“You guys never lay off me, never give me a break,” she paused, feeling Kai’s fingers attach to her hips, “or Kai, for that matter.”
“He’s a monster,” Bonnie snapped.
“That’s what you might think,” she defended him, her brows furrowed in anger.
“No, you’re just his new siphoning toy,” Caroline snapped. “He’s just going to end up hurting you.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Kai seized her and brought his arm around her to pin her against him. She struggled under his grip, but he was too strong for her to budge, Kai smirking as she squirmed in his arms.
“Kai,” she wheezed, looking up at him helplessly.
“What if they’re right, hm?” his nostrils flared, challenging her.
“I’ve known you for months and you’ve never tried that, Kai…I trust you,” she relaxed under his force.
“But if I did?” he breathed, trailing his fingertips across her arms and sending electricity through her blood.
His blue eyes danced across her face, but her lips twitched and she nodded, lacing her fingers gently through his own and watching as his eyes widened in surprise.
“It’s okay,” she encouraged him, tucking her face into the crook of the heretic’s neck and closing her eyes.
“I trust you,” she repeated softly, bracing for the worst.
Kai pressed his palms harshly into hers, not withdrawing when he felt the warm crackle of magic in her bloodstream, squeezing lightly rather than withdrawing from his craving. Their hands glowed orange where he siphoned her magic, Kai’s lips parting and eyes fluttering as he took her in like a drug. He counted in his head, waiting for her to gasp out in pain at any moment, his free hand gently sliding through her locks to ease her, but it never came. Kai blinked through his long lashes to look down at the girl, her knees momentarily giving way, face contorting slightly, but not with pain.
“(Y/N)?” he panted softly, trying to focus on her over the fire in his bloodstream.
She blinked up at him, mouth falling open, but her noise was muffled as she burrowed her face directly into Kai’s front to prevent him from hearing her. Her nose squished into the crook of Kai’s neck as she desperately tried to focus on anything except his scent and the way she could feel Malachai Parker’s magic sending electricity through her every nerve, and how good it made her feel.
Kai hastily removed his hand from hers, the magic getting cut off from his system at once. The trapped magical entities behind the barrier stood in shock, lips bent in worry as they attempted to assess the situation from their vantage point. Kai felt a smile tickle the corners of his mouth as she pulled back from him, her cheeks flushed, skin burning, and lower lip quivering as she refused to meet his eyes.
“That didn’t hurt, did it, sweetheart?” he ran his tongue over his lips with amusement, only growing more satisfied when she blushed increasingly more by the second.
“Malachai,” she nudged him and tried to move past him, but he seized her roughly by the waist before she could.
“Kai,” she barked angrily, eyes flying up to his mischievous ones, “let me go.”
“You like it, don’t you?” he chucked, a hunger instantly flaring within him.
“No,” she tried lamely, hand snapping up to push Kai.
The heretic caught her easily by the wrist before she could remove herself, head tilting as he murmured, “you never were good at lying, were you?”
And before she could begin to respond, Kai squeezed her flesh, energy pouring into his system, not so much from the magic, but the way she instantly went sinking to the ground with an involuntary groan of pleasure, Kai scooping her up into his front before she could hit the ground.
“Let- me go-” she gulped for air, her body starting to quiver as Kai drank her magic up like a juicebox, her breath hitched at her throat.
“We both know you don’t want me to do that, princess,” he chortled, loving the way she crumbled in his arms.
She tilted herself to see the others, but Kai pressed a slender finger to her lips, “they can’t see or hear you anymore.”
She whimpered and dug her lower lip beneath her teeth and turned her head so as to avoid giving Kai satisfaction, which only made him want it more. His fingers crawled under her chin, forcing her jaw up so he could watch her properly, the pleasure she so clearly couldn’t hide, the furrowing of her brows and flutter of her eyelashes.
“It’s okay, baby,” he brushed his fingertips against her lower lip encouragingly, cool rings to her mouth, “let it out.”
Her nails sunk into his wrists as her knees buckled again, mouth falling open as she let out his name in a slow quiet moan, and god did he love the way his name sounded tumbling off her lips like that. She instantly brought her hand over her mouth, her head lamely shaking as she tried to restrain from doing the same again.
“Say my name,” Kai brushed his lips across her earlobe.
Her pretty eyes blinked up at him, and he saw something in them he’d never seen before, something that none of her magic could ever crave. Then, he watched in surprise as her lips twitched faintly, smirk tickling the edges of her mouth.
“No,” she panted softly, teasing him.
“No?” he growled, jaw pulsating as she challenged him, his eyes darkening, and voice coming husky and soft as he said, “don’t test me.”
He squeezed hard at her wrist, tightening his grip on her and watching with satisfaction as her eyes slammed shut, head rocking back.
“Kai,” she begged softly, blinking up through watery vision at his lust filled eyes, “Fuuuck.” It was soft and drawn out, but not enough.
Kai slid one hand gently up to cradle her face, his siphoning hand switching to her waist and drawing the source of pleasure to the hem of her jeans, sending crackles of electricity sinking through her flesh and down to where she ached so badly for him. Her hand went flying to Kai’s, and she laced her fingers over his as he maneuvered his slender fingers past her waistline and guided him to where she needed him most. He ran his fingers over her underwear, sliding his large hands under her before sending a final jolt through her core, and the sight of her like that alone was too much for him. But just as she began to shake beneath him, to twitch and squirm and beg release, he withdrew himself and cut out the siphon link. The girl blinked her eyes open in confusion, taking in sharp breaths as Kai stood her back up, the magical shield instantly dissolving and releasing the mystic falls group before she could process what was happening.
“For another time,” he breathed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
She pouted at him in frustration, back to the approaching group.
“You thought you had my weakness all figured out,” he paused and dipped his lips lightly into hers, withdrawing with a satisfied smirk, “I guess I should’ve known I’d be yours.”
And then he was gone, leaving her only with the briefest taste of himself.
A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself. How could Chuck turn out to be God? You couldn’t grasp onto it. You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.
As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them. His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change. Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N]. What did I do wrong?”
“Liam? Is everything alright?” you whispered to him. Since study hall started he’s had his head in his hands, not saying a word. You turned to Mason who sat to your right. “What’s wrong with him?” you asked him. Mason didn’t talk because he knew Liam would hear him, so wrote on the back pages of his notebook.
“Scott is trying to help him with his phasing.”
“Why? I thought he had it under control.”
“Well, lately something’s been throwing him off.” Mason handed you the paper. What could be throwing him off? The bell rang and as you turned to say something to Liam he was gone. You packed your things and walked out with Mason.
“I’m gonna go to Liam’s house after school, to see what’s wrong.” you said to him.
“That’s not a good idea. Scott said he doesn’t want any of us alone with him.” Mason explained to you.
“I trust that Liam’s not gonna hurt me, and that you’re not gonna tell Scott where I’m going.” you lightly tugged at Mason’s shirt giving him your puppy eyes.
“He can tell when I’m lying, you know?” he sighed. Corey appeared out of nowhere.
“Not if he can’t see you.” Corey grabbed Mason’s hand and winked at you just before disappearing. “Be careful,” Corey said. You blindly thanked him for taking Mason away and walked to your jeep.
You were hesitant, but you had to know. You parked in his driveway next to his car. You let yourself in as you usually did, being that you’ve been friends with him and Mason since you were all kids.
“Liam?” You called out, closing the front door behind you. He wasn’t in the living room, or anywhere else downstairs, so you went to his room. “Hello?” you asked slowly walking in closing the door behind you. There he was, sitting on a swivel chair, spinning handcuffs gracefully around his index finger.
“They wanted to use these on me, you know?” he said getting up. “Because I ripped through the ropes,” he crushed the handcuffs in one hand. “But these don’t work either.” He tossed them to your feet. You suddenly felt like coming to Liam’s was a terrible idea. “Scott thinks I’m untamable,” he flashed his eyes to you, circling around you.
“I don’t believe that,” your voice was shaking and for a second you wondered if you screamed loud enough if Scott would hear.
“You think I’m lying?!” Liam growled while pushing you against his door.
“I don’t believe Scott thinks you’re untamable.” you explained so Liam wouldn’t get angrier. He only scoffed out loud and took a step away from you.
“I heard him tell Lydia ‘he’s untamable, I don’t think there’s anything I can really do’.”
“You know he didn’t mean it like that,” you said defending Scott.
“Y/N go home before you really start to piss me off.” Liam spat at you inching closer. You thought about going home, but you didn’t have your answer.
“No.” you said semi confident, but in seconds Liam had you against his door again, growling inches away from your face completely wolfed out. He slammed his fists against the door next to your head and you were sure you heard the wood splintering. You turned so you wouldn’t have to look at him because you were too afraid to move. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.
“Look at me!” He growled forcefully turning your head. You calmed down your breathing and looked at his shining eyes. He listened for a few seconds to the sound of your heartbeat. “Why aren’t you scared?” he asked softly this time.
“Because I know you’re not going to hurt me.” your voice was low because you weren’t completely confident in what you said.
“You don’t know that,” he stepped away from you and ran his hand through his hair.
“Liam, just tell me what’s wrong.” You said getting closer to him. You found the courage to grab his hand, although his hands were massive compared to yours so you held onto his middle and index fingers. His facial features went back to normal and you both sat in the floor across from each other, you still holding onto his fingers.
“When Scott said that to Lydia, I felt like he gave up on me.” Liam finally said, but he avoided eye contact. His eyes were glowing again and you grabbed on to his other hand.
“You know Scott didn’t mean it,” you whispered squeezing your grip on his fingers and his blue eyes came back. You could feel some pulses in his fingers and you knew he was calming down.
“Why do you care so much?” He asked you.
“Because you’re my best friend, and I hate seeing you dealing with this alone when you have me and Mason and Corey.” You said to him, fully interlocking your fingers together. You could see him struggling not to let his eyes turn, or his fangs come out, but they did anyways.
“I can’t even control myself anymore!” He growled letting go of your hands to show you his claws. “What if I hurt someone or kill-” you couldn’t let him ramble and dwell on the things he might do, so you kissed him. You grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. You felt his fangs against your lips and his claws around your neck, but the longer you kissed him the less you felt of his claws and fangs. When you finally pulled away you looked back at his blue eyes.
“How did you do that?” he sighed out loud.
“I didn’t do anything,” you lightly chuckled.
“I don’t believe you, that was amazing.” He said pulling you into another kiss that quickly heated up. He sighed when both of your phones went off.
“Can you be at my house by 7?” Scott sent you.
“From Scott?” Liam asked, and you nodded.
ldquo;I should go,” you smiled while getting up.
“Y/N, wait.” Liam said. “Thank you for coming over, and I’m sorry if I scared you.” He spoke lowly again. You pulled him down by his shirt collar and kissed him gently.
“I’ll see you at seven, Liam.” You smiled and walked back to your car.
Hey guys! Once again I’m sorry if this was completely terrible! Please let me know what you think! (:
Title: Secondhand Memories Character: Shaun Murphy A/n: A short story to help pass the time till the next episode. But there actually isn’t a lot of reader/shaun interaction in this one, but i’m willing to do a second part that elaborates more on it if anyone wants it!
Shaun didn’t see you in the morning like he always did. Usually, he’d walk in to find you balancing a cup of coffee on a closed binder of charts, or twirling a pen in between your fingers while you spoke to one of the other doctors.
Today though, he came through the usual doors at his usual time and looked around for you. He was pretty excited to tell you about the nice elderly lady on the bus who called him handsome. But the whole front lobby was absent of your presence.
It was a bit alarming at first, but then he saw Claire walk over and place a stack of multi-colored binders onto the receptionists desk.
“Good morning, Dr. Browne.” Shaun said once he walked up to her, looking up from his hands to smile at her. “You look nice today, have you seen Dr. (L/n)?”
Claire looked up at him, surprised that he was even talking to her after their other failed attempts at having conversations with one another. “Oh hey, yeah she called in today. I didn’t hear why though.”
“Do you think she’s sick?” Shaun asked, thinking back on last night and if you were showing any other symptoms during the car ride to his house.
Claire smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll be fine. I’m just glad she’s resting, (Y/n) forgets to take care of herself sometimes and then it just all catches up to her. It’s not very healthy but she’s been doing it for as long as I’ve known her.”
Shaun tilted his head, he didn’t know that about you. “Could you tell me more about Doctor (L/n)? You seem to know her best.”
Claire quirked an eyebrow, usually when people started asking personal questions about you, it was almost always because they were trying to get on your good side before poorly attempting to seduce you.
But this was Shaun.
“Well, that’s a pretty heavy question,” She observed, tapping the end of her pen on the papers. “She’s brilliant, like the rest of the doctors I know, but special in her own way.”
“If she’s like the rest of the doctors you know, what makes her special? Doesn’t that suggest that she is on the same level with her coworkers?” Shaun asked, watching on as Claire flipped through her patient charts.
Claire looked over at him and blinked. “That’s not what I meant, it’s just-” She stopped herself, mouth still opened as she clicked her pen, trying to conduct the words. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Can you try?” Shaun pushed, there was a lot about you that he didn’t know, but wanted to. He was never good at getting to know people, and he was often too afraid to bring up conversations with those he wanted to. Talking to someone who knew you felt more secure than trying to ask you in person, at least to him.
She smiled at him. “Yeah, sure,” Claire was silent again, but then her eyes got a certain glimmer to them when she began to think back at her time at med school with you. “(Y/n) and I have known each other for a really long time, but when we first started out, as interns,” She looked up to find him listening intently, leaning closer as he tried to take in the information.
“We really never got to do much, scutwork and looking in on surgeries from the background. But there was this one time when I was chosen to be on one of the attending surgeons teams and she was scrubbing in to observe like usual. Long story short, it went horribly wrong, and I started to panic. Everything was sort of coming at me full force and I was genuinely stuck,”
There was another pause, and a soft smile took up her face. “And then (Y/n) comes up to me, and she started talking me through it in this real soft and gentle voice. Asking me what I remembered and what I could do to solve the problem. There was a man dying right in front of her and she was the calmest I’d ever seen her, she had the same amount of experience I had, but it was like she knew exactly what to say and do to help me. It was amazing, and she’s still like that now.”
Shaun looked down at his hands, too sheepish to meet her gaze. “I don’t really understand.”
Claire smiled, a reddish hue on her face as she folded up her charts and tucked them under her arms. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain. Maybe you’ll get to see it in action and then it’ll make more sense, I’ll meet you in the OR, Dr. Murphy.”
A/N: This was requested by an anon:
Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;)
I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3
It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy. You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face. Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today. When you entered her lab, she could tell right away. Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.
Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face. It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.
You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly. It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time. Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.