#[ i hope it's okay my writing is really meh tonight ]

[yelenasdiary]

New Friend Request

Pairing: Gamer! Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: After posting on a subreddit looking for people to play a new game with, you received a new friend request.  

| Comfort? | 0.8K | No Warnings | 

AC: Here is something a little different to my usual works! I hope you enjoy this, I found it pretty fun to write!

It was Friday night, you had a weekend off from work and had planned to sit down with plenty of snacks and binge play a new video game you just treated yourself too. The only downside was that all your friends that you played video games with were either busy this weekend or had no interest in playing the new game you'd been waiting so long to play.

With a sigh and nerves kicking around in your stomach you decide to post on a subreddit asking if anybody else would like somebody to play with over the weekend. It wasn't something you'd done before but you liked playing games with friends more than playing solo.

Hours had past and your phone was left dry, not a single notification from anybody reacting to your post. Another sigh left your body as you tossed your phone to the side and decided to turn your PS4 off.

*DING*

(LuckyArrow has sent a friend request)

The notification stared at you deeply as the feeling of excitement and relief soon filled you. You punched in your passcode and quickly accepted the strangers friend request.

LuckyArrow: Hey! are you still looking for somebody to play Dying Light 2 with? I saw your post on reddit! ☺️

yourusername: Hey, I am! I just thought the game and none of my friends want to play it with me 😩

LuckyArrow: agh! that sucks! I have a friend, Yelena, she doesn't play video games much and refuses to play with me! If you want, I'd love to play it with you. Have you played the first one?

yourusername: That would be great! Thanks! I'm assuming your user is LuckyArrow on PSN aswell? I have played the first, have you? Oh! btw, I'm Y/n!

LuckyArrow: Sure is! You have a cute name! I'm Kate, are you from New York?

yourusername: Oh wow! 😅 Don't take this the wrong way but I wasn't expecting you to be a girl! I actually just moved to NYC! Are you also from here?

LuckyArrow: You'd be surprised how many of us female gamers are out here ☺️ Where did you move from? if you don't mind me asking

yourusername: Just a small town that was hella boring! hence why I got into video games haha!

LuckyArrows: I hope you don't mind, I had a look at some of the game you play! You have good taste, how far are you into the story of Dying Light?

yourusername: Thanks! & not very far, I don't really like playing games solo most of the time. I've completed the first couple of missions though so I'm able to play co-op.

LuckyArrows: Awesome! Well, I have plenty of time tonight if you'd like to play now? If not, just let me know when you're free and we'll work something out ☺️

yourusername: Actually, I'm free all weekend so now would be great! Do you wanna play on my save or we can start one on your game? Whatever works ☺️

LuckyArrow: I've already completed it, let's just do a save on your game! Send me an invite x

LuckyArrow: Sorry about the x!!!! I'm just used to sending it to friends 😅😅

yourusername: Don't stress! it's okay ☺️ I'll send you an invite rn!

Friday night soon faded into the early hours of Saturday morning, plenty of laughs and jokes were made between you and your new friend, Kate. You learnt a lot about her, you felt comfortable with her even though she technically is still a stranger online, you both planned to meet for pizza for lunch.

Who knew that a simple post online would lead to you making a new friend.

2 months later

LuckyArrow: Hey! you free this weekend? sorry I couldn't play last weekend, I had a mission...I missed you though! 💜

yourusername: Hey!! Don't stress it, you get to actually kick some bad guys butts! it's pretty cool! I am free this weekend, I took work off, I need a break anyways. I missed you too, did your mission go well?

LuckyArrow: Meh, it was a pain (literally) but one less menace on the streets to deal with now! 💪🏼, I actually wanted to ask if you'd like to come over...I can order pizza and we can play video games or something, whatever you like! 😅

yourusername: Of course! it'll be so fun! Are you okay though? you seem a little off? x

LuckyArrow: I'm Fine ☺️ wanna come over Friday?

yourusername: Lock it in! Friday, date night haha!

LuckyArrow: Haha...😅

yourusername: Are you sure you're okay?

LuckyArrow: I'm not good this...but, I'm not asking you to just come over as a friend..😅

yourusername: Kate, are you asking me out on a date?

LuckyArrow: I am...we don't have to do something so causal, in fact I'd like to take you out on a real date but I don't want to scare you off or make things awkward between us..

yourusername: Oh thank god! Honeslty, I'm so glad you asked because I've really wanted to ask you out but I also didn't want to ruin anything

LuckyArrow: Well now that makes me feel a lot better! How about I pick you up at 6pm on Friday?

yourusername: it's a date! x

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[storiesofsvu]

Thursday Funday!

IM SO FUCKING READY. Sometimes I do wish that rita appearances weren’t like.. advertised. I really do want an episode where I am fully not prepared and she just waltzes on screen with no warning. Like.. I’d die…

Okay, what a cold opening that was, creepy and obsessive and I like it.

“just because we can do something, doesn’t mean we should.” Accurate.

I both like and hate the way AI is brought into shows now, like it’s being showcased as something that’s not great most of the time but it’s also just scary the shit they come up with that it does/can do and that stresses me out man. Its fucking terrible.

Jfc the height difference between shaw & the lieutenant LOL she so smol.

Why does olivia always look SO much better on the OTHER law and order shows except for her own.. like… cmon guys, do better

Okay the last time a captain used a rape kit dna to find a perp olivia SCREAMED in her face LOL.  But also yes this is a VERY big issue that will make victims not move forward or get kits done. But also WHY isn’t there a SEPARATE and PRIVATE database for rape kits to be a part of??!!

FUCK

(yes rita just showed up)

Oh she is BACK baby. Oh god… this is giving me theories and so many ideas of not only the gap in time that she’s been on the show (aka in court) and the drastic different physical appearance. Oh man. Oh fuck. This is gonna be my only thought all fucking weekend. Why must I go to work?!

Oh sweet jesus fuck. The delivery of the line “someone who has been *raped* before” from rita made me feel things deep in my soul (and they are things that only confirm/further my thoughts, woof) (not to mention further comments from olivia, oh god there is SO MUCH SUBTEXT HERE!) (gifs & my theories to come later this weekend!!)

We are SO BACK.

LIKE, the little quips, the head tilts, eyebrow raises, ugh YES. The acting/characterization is exactly how it should be and SPOT on.  First suit was meh, second suit was fucking fire (and pretty similar to one of the ones she wore in 25 acts). I don’t want this to be over. PLS let her come back more often.

Also this episode is honestly super good plot and writing and pacing wise so I’m here for it.

I honestly REALLY do enjoy that mothership is basically Nolan getting a strip torn off of him by women he works with every week LOL

Olivia PLEASE. If it was casey who’d gotten that guilty verdict you would’ve come in screaming. Nolan deserves it.

Rita’s suits are giving very presidential and I am here for it.

Tbh I really hoped the girl would get off but I was also very certain that wasn’t going to happen.

Why is it over already? I need more. I need so much more LOL.

Svu time…

Guys for a solid hour there I fully forgot Velasco existed. Like.. Joe who? I only know Ms Calhoun.

I’m like.. 99% sure he’s not gonna be in tonights ep LOL. Who ever would have thought of a day where I was more into OG than SVU lol

Not just a judge but a *federal* judge. Well fuck.

OP! there he is!

Yeah this is one of those super fucked up situations. I lowkey called it from the start when she said “why do you remember more about my childhood than I do?” esp when she’s the younger sister. Trauma= memory loss.

Not me sitting here going “man I really wish there was more cop/investigation in this episode” cause like, I am lowkey bored and wanted more Velasco and kate content. When 97% of the time I’m yelling “MORE COURTROOM” lolololol. This was Scanavino’s time to shine.

Bruno looking fine af though

God this shit is so fucked up.

Shoutout to peter for killin in this episode. Glad they finally gave him something to work with.

I WILL say that I do miss the courtroom sass, from ALL the lawyers. Like, a lot of people focus in on Barba being the sassy one but like, literally all the ada’s have the same if not more sass. Ms Alex “you can have a toothbrush” Cabot. Ms Casey “you’ve just got funky sperm” Novak. Do I even need to quote something from SONYA?? (ugh man I miss her, maybe I’ll watch some old svu after this…) And I’m not saying Carisi lacks this, cause he’s got it, especially in the older seasons when he was a cop. The writing is just lacking nowadays. Give them more personality PLEASE.

VERY heavy Olivia focus tonight, especially between both shows.

Still feels weird to have 4 hours of l&o cut down to only 2. Like.. what am I supposed to do now with the rest of my evening? It’s only 8? I’m just gonna sit  here in silence and fixate about rita for 9458504540549i4923 hours…

[angria]

I guess an okay week? Better than last week at least. Actually looks like a good week based on the amount of positives I came up with?

Had two good sessions this week, discussing dating and A. Some attachment feelings since T is away next week, but feel distracted by all the stuff with A. Meh, probably will feel it more next week.

Was able to find three people to interview for my survey project, which was stressing me out because, based on my research topic, I needed to find one teacher who works at a school that does not have a GSA and that is not an easy find in my area, even at religious schools. (Which is a really good thing, but not for my project). A friend connected me with her friend who works at a diocesan Catholic school...ultra conservative 🙄 Now just need to write my final paper and done with this class!

Painted my nails lavender purple again...loving this color. And still trying to wear lipstick more. Self-conscious feelings really flare and trying to work through it.

Had a Vestry meeting last Tuesday evening and felt a little more connected with others. A couple people checked in with me, so that felt nice.

Tonight is one of St. P's Lenten church dinners, which I'm excited for. I always look forward to the dinner series each year. It attracts a small group of regulars, sharing dinner and a discussion topic.

Was able to see my friend, whose wedding is in two weeks (!!!) I was just happy to see her for dinner beforehand, even though she is super busy with classes and wedding prep. We hadn't seen each other since New Year's.

Ordered my Easter outfit...a pastel pink midi dress with a waist tie (idk, the whole needing a new dress for Easter church service is still in my head from growing up). Hoping it fits okay. Probably will wear it to my friend's rehearsal dinner as well with my bridesmaid heels.

Idk if this is a positive, but trying really hard not to make snap judgments about others or getting irritated easily, considering I'm in school for social work 😂 Or at least catching myself when I make them because also trying not to invalidate my own feelings. Like being more understanding that people are reacting based on whatever is going on in their life or what is coming up for them in the interaction, not a directed personal attack on me.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Overall nothing V has done lately has been exciting to me. But that's okay. There's tons of BTS content I haven't watched.

Yeah same. I'm not really into fashion like that, and I don't think the shoots he has done are anything special. Yes, he is very attractive but I'm not freaking out like I did for the "JK for CK" or Yoongi's as-yet-undefined photos.

And there is sooooo much content, and sometimes ARMY'S are insanely aggressive with everything. As if you're less of a fan if you don't buy every magazine they feature on, or stream their music 24h/7 days a week (oh fuck, now that will be stuck in my brain forever. Again). I haven't really watched the D-Day concerts after the ones they streamed in theatres because I want to experience that with a friend who lives several hours away. And we're adults with jobs. So I feel you.

I was pretty neutral about most of the releases (except D-Day. I was fucking scared I'd hate it because I was expecting too much. And People pt2 wasn't quite living up to People imho. But damn what an album. Literal life changer), but they all just were so GOOD in unexpected ways. I only buy physical copies of the shit I care about, because I don't want to throw parts of my disposable income at stuff I won't ever look at or listen to. SMF pt2 made me order Face on the spot. I yes

Generally, what I want from music is to make me feel something. To fill that hollow void in my soul, be that through anger, love, sadness or joy. I want it to be somewhat interesting in its composition (that's the part of me trained in classical music) which is why I love Vibe or Take Two. Or, like you said, challenge something.

In that regard, Layover is a bit like Tae's photofolio: safe, uncomplicated and mostly an aesthetic.

(I sound so harsh and I'm both sorry and not? Yoongi and Taeyang talked about everyone around you turning into "yes-men". That no one really challenges them because they're famous. So maybe I'll collect some thoughts on...all this...and write a post. If I'm not tired af tonight lol. Adulting is stupid)

I don't think you're being harsh. BTS are artists so criticizing their art is part of taking them seriously as artists and not just mindlessly streaming and consuming their content.

I agree that V's photoshoots weren't to my taste. They're all pretty similar, and he either wears Celine and/or old men clothing. Like, his poses, the photography, the styling, the vibe, are so similar between photoshoots that it's not exciting and V's looks don't do anything for me. Sometimes I think he's so handsome, but most of the time I don't notice it. He's handsome of course, but I'm meh about it.

I also agree that the songs are pretty safe. Jin's debut was pretty safe but it wasn't really a debut, so it doesn't count. RM and Suga didn't really shock me or show a whole new side of theirs with their albums, but RM has been challenging himself and us with his collabs, like Sexy Nukim and Smoke Sprite, and the way he promoted his album was very original and cool; Suga released two fire music videos with great storytelling and branched out a bit musicallly. Of course, J-Hope and Jimin totally surprised everyone with their albums, and Jungkook surprised us for obvious reasons lmao. So far V hasn't surprised me at all, but maybe the tt will? Probably not. I guess we got too used to being shocked haha.

But you said it well that V's album so far feels like an aesthetic, and that's so true for a lot of V's recent projects and that's one of the reasons why it's harder for me to connect with him right now.

Thanks for the ask!

[mooles-frites]

caffeine and disappointment don't mix well (rant)

hi tumblr,

i don't normally do things like this, but there was this robotics tournament, and this person there I wanted to ask out, and, well...

well I wouldn't be venting to the internet if either of them went particularly well.

I'd talk to my friends about this, but if I yap too much about my troubles then I'm too sappy and only want to talk about myself. And if they knew I wasn't telling them I'm feeling down and was bottling my feelings up then I'm not emotionally mature enough. And if they saw this post then they'd be like "oh no anon you know we're always here for you" but if they saw this post there'd be no point. I dunno.

It's probably all in my head.

I'm sure they'd be supportive of me; that whole section above might just be how my own opinion of myself would change if I vented to my friends.

To be completely honest, I don't really like listening to other people vent either. Sometimes I do it anyways, though. Even then, I don't know if it's out of care for the person or hope that they'll listen to me in return.

I hope it's the first one.

She was very cordial.

The person I asked out, I mean.

"No, sorry." Concise, honest, to the point. How it should be.

...but...

...there was no sympathy to it.

Politeness, yes. But no sympathy. No "I know it feels bad to know I'm not interested in you, but it'll be okay, life will go on."

I don't really know what I was expecting, to be honest.

But, y'know, I can still hope.

That's not the issue, though. The issue is I can't draw a line between expecting and hoping. I should be able to. I know I'm kinda new to this asking-out-people-I-like thing, but I should've still been able to stop my wishful thinking, stop planning for the unlikely ideal scenario. Otherwise I'll keep getting disappointed like this.

I dunno; maybe I want to keep getting disappointed. I feel like if I didn't, then I would've set my expectations lower, and right now I'd be thinking of all the things I've got going for me instead. Maybe, deep down, I get some kind of thrill from my lows like I do from my highs. Maybe some part of me just wants to feel something. At least that part's happy.

But the majority of me hates feeling sad! What am I supposed to do?? Ugh. Feh. Meh, even.

Sorry, I know this probably isn't very pleasant to read. I'm very self-indulgent as a writer. I hate writing when it's for an assignment, but I sometimes turn to it when I need to just get out my thoughts and feelings and actually say them out loud. That way I can work through them. Consciously. Rationally.

And it's very helpful in that regard. Highly recommend.

Anyways, it's getting late, and I've actually got plans for tonight. Namely, eating a persimmon, watching some anime, and listening to DOOPEE TIME on repeat until I fall asleep. If you're reading this, it makes me happy to know that you listened the whole way through and heard me out. I hope you have a good night. A real, genuinely good night. And I hope you're feeling pleasant as you drift off. Cheers.

[bi-bard]

I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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[writing-blog-iguess]

Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

[wonlouvre]

hi! am i late? gonna req for wonwoo with tying his gf's hair thanks 😊 anyway i love your story so much💙

serene | j. ww.

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff word count: 1k+ warnings: none (please tell me if i missed anything!)

💌: hello anon! thank you so much for requesting and loving my stories <3 i’m sorry this took a while tho :( hello to everyone as well! been inactive for a while and just feeling a little bit... meh. BUT anyway, i hope you guys like this wonwoo request :’)

You’re sure you have a notebook somewhere filled with notes about how much Wonwoo makes everything in your life better. Like, you can’t believe how much you love this man, you could cry. You can’t completely express it in words and it’s obvious that your actions are not enough. But yeah, you love this man that hearing the doors of your apartment getting unlocked immediately makes you rise to your feet from the couch and watching him casually take off his shoes without noticing your presence makes you smile the biggest. 

“Hey.” 

And finally, finally, hearing his voice makes you melt in a puddle of nothing but love. 

Wonwoo smiles right back at you, still removing his other shoe with one hand while the other anchors his body against the wall to prevent him from falling. You patiently wait for him with your heels bouncing up and down. 

When he’s done, he stands up straight and gladly opens his arms. You don't hesitate to run and jump into them. Wonwoo almost trips, but he keeps his hold around you strong. He chuckles when your giggles vibrate against his neck. You’re in bliss as you snuggle closer and closer, tighter and tighter. 

Wonwoo inhales the scent of your favorite bath soap and caresses your damp hair. “Did you just shower?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, still not letting go. 

“Okay babe,” Wonwoo lightly pats your butt, “I’m going to need you to let go because I have to kiss you.”

You open your eyes and cheekily smile as you let your arms around his neck loose and wrap it around his waist instead. Wonwoo’s eyes are fond as he stares at your glimmering ones. You look probably disheveled because you haven’t touched the blow dryer to tame your hair, but he doesn’t mind. You can tell because his focus is you and only you. 

With arms wrapped around your shoulders, Wonwoo leans down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Your smile couldn’t help but grow wider. His is no different and that makes the two of you laugh. 

“Let me wash up then I’ll help you dry your hair,” your boyfriend proposes and you instantly agree. 

You could have waited for Wonwoo to arrive and have a bath together, but you really can’t bear keeping the sweat and dirt from the outside world on your skin, thus once you’re inside your humble abode, you wash your hands and strip off to wash up. But of course, there are still lazy yet tranquil weekends you share with your boyfriend.

Tonight, you sit on top of the bathroom sink as he takes his turn on cleaning up. Despite the curtains being opened, you try winning against the sound of the running water by speaking up as you ask him about how his day had been. Likewise, he asks the same question with the same effort. 

When he’s done hiking his sweatpants up to his pelvis, your arms return to his shirtless torso. Wonwoo is unbothered as he applies his moisturizer on his face. He only chuckles when he feels the fleeting kisses you press on his back. 

“Alright, your turn,” Wonwoo says and pulls you by your arm to exchange positions. He’s now the one standing behind you. He finds the hair dryer and plugs it on the socket first before picking your brush up. You really don’t need to dry your hair and have it tied all the time, but he always insists. It’s cute and to be honest, you have no complaints whatsoever. In fact, you love it. 

“Were you waiting for me?” Wonwoo asks, rummaging through the cabinet for your hair ties. 

You purse your lips and shake your head gently. “No. You just happened to arrive the moment I finished showering.”

Wonwoo looks at you through the mirror, eyebrows rising in doubt. You poke your tongue out to tease him and he does the same. 

The first time Wonwoo ever tried to comb, dry, fix and tie your hair was a mistake you never wanted a repetition of. He wasn’t necessarily clueless but he was really bad. He’s well aware of that by the sound of your hisses back then. However, he didn’t give up. He paid extra attention to your instructions as time went by and eventually, he got the hang of it. 

Without noticing, it became a part of your after shower routine to have your hair taken care of by Wonwoo. 

“You’re doing a much better job than I do,” you praise in between closing and opening your eyes, feeling good with the soft massage your boyfriend is giving your scalp. “Knowing that this is my hair and my head.”

Wonwoo snickers, his lips biting on the hair tie. The massage is cut short because he can see how sleepy you’re getting. He probably should have done this in the bedroom or living room. But, that doesn’t matter anymore. Once he’s done combing, he lets go of the hair tie and wraps it around the ponytail he proudly pulled up. 

“Done,” Wonwoo whispers to your ear, sending tickles down your spine. You turn around to hug him and he gladly hugs you back. He places a gentle and long kiss on the top of your head before breathing a breath of ease.

“Thank you Wonwoo,” you say and plant your cheek against his chest. You’re incredibly feeling clingy tonight and you’re hoping he doesn’t mind. 

Wonwoo assures you he doesn’t because the next thing he does is wrap his arms around you a little tighter. “Anytime, babe.”

You really should find that notebook you’re talking about. You should completely write on it and not leave a single page without anything written. Afterwards, you will get a new notebook and write on it again. You will write about how Wonwoo is special to your life and that no one could ever replace him. 

This is totally not in an uncomfortable or weird kind of way. Just some words you want to pour out when you’re a bit shy to say them out loud. And hopefully someday, in the near future, you will be able to remember what you wrote and finally tell him.

[writingtoforgetreality]

The Moment I Knew (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: hi! i LOVE ur writing and i’m not sure if requests are open, but i’ll shoot anyways. Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she gets hurt really bad on a hunt and tries to hide it from dean because she thinks he’ll make fun of her or think she’s weak?(enemies to lovers idea ig) and he finds out because she faints in his arms or something and he’s just like so mad at himself for not noticing and he’s really worried about her during the healing process and she’s confused cause she thought he hated her and AH i’m sorry it’s so specific i’m just in a mood🥺❤️ (by @rxvxr), [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: A seemingly easy werewolf hunt got out of hand & left you injured. In order to avoid Dean getting angry at you, you hid your wound from him. It was not as bad as it looked, right?

Words: 1,975

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst, injury, blood, fluff

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“You’re not coming on this hunt.” Dean stood his ground. Your frustrated groan showed him that you were not giving up that easily.

“Yeah, I am.” you crossed your arms over your chest. He turned around & walked closer to you. His face was way too close but you would not step back.

“You can’t handle this.” he spat out with venom in his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Dean.”

“You’re annoying, do you know that?” he threw his head back in frustration.

“Likewise.” you joked.

“Dude, let her come with us.” Sam joined your conversation, seemingly done with his older brother. “She’s skilled enough. Besides, three people are better than one.”

“Thank you very much, Sam.” your smile only grew wilder when you saw Dean rolling his eyes. Maybe you had not been in this business as long as they had been. But you knew that you were good enough to tag along on a werewolf hunt. After all, you had learned from the best. Sam, you meant. Of course. Dean? Meh, he was alright. But he hated you so you hated him. It was as easy as that.

The hunt was harder than you thought it would be. Werewolves were not that strong usually. But you kind of did not expect three of them to be there. Which left one monster for each of you. How you ended up with the strongest one of them all? You were not quite sure but that asshole landed a few pretty good hits on you. Blocking out everything around you, you hoped the brothers were luckier than you. Right when you wanted to shoot one of your silver bullets, its claws hit you right at your stomach. You groaned at the sting but you were too shocked to really feel the pain just yet. A look down was enough to realize that you had been hit pretty bad. As far as you could tell, there was a lot of blood coming out of you. An awful lot of blood. But if you stopped focusing now then your cause of death would be a werewolf. You needed to focus. Your vision started blurring slightly. A loud gunshot made you flinch. Eyes widened at the now dead werewolf in front of you. Turning around to check for another possible threat, you were only met with a very pissed off Dean. He did not even acknowledge you. Instinctively, you closed your jacket to avoid his disappointed stare. Your wound was not that bad, you would manage just fine. You could deal with your injury back in the bunker.

“So much for you can handle it, huh?” Dean mocked you. Usually, you always had a comeback. Not right now, it seemed. The adrenaline from the hunt had disappeared completely & the only thing you felt was the burning sensation that was caused by your wound. Dean raised his eyebrows when you stayed quiet.

“Dean, let her be. We didn’t expect three of them.” Sam argued.

“Yeah & we handled them just fine. She could’ve gotten herself hurt.” Dean eyed you up & down, shaking his head shortly.

“But I’m fine, Dean.” your voice was more quiet. Something both brothers were not used to from you.

“Great. Then I won’t feel bad when I tell you that this was incredibly stupid. I told you to not come along but no…No, you said you were skilled enough. Skilled enough? That was worse than what an amateur would do, (Y/N). You wanna get yourself killed or what?” his voice raised & your eyes trained on the ground, too embarrassed to look into his green ones anymore. Not even Sam tried to argue with him. He simply went ahead & left Dean & you standing alone.

“I’m sorry.” it was almost inaudible but he heard you clearly due to the calm night in the woods.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N).” he scoffed. You waited a few seconds if he had to say anything else. When you were sure that he was done, you wanted to follow Sam back to the Impala. The first step you took brought you dizziness. The second one made dark spots appear. Dean noticed you wavering & when you did not answer after asking if your were okay, he made his way over to you. Right when he reached you, your body was met with darkness. For a second, Dean panicked. But when he felt one of his hands sticky with whatever liquid, he breathed out a quiet “Fuck”. He opened your jacket & saw the three long & deep gashes adorning your stomach. Wasting no time, he picked you up bridal style & ran over to the Impala where Sam was already waiting. All the while, Dean whispered sweet nothings to you. You did not hear it but he needed to say them. More for himself, really.

“What happened?” Sam was just as shocked as his older brother.

“She did get hurt.” the man carrying you explained. “Come on, Sammy. You drive.” he handed Sam the key & got in the backseat with you. Carefully as to not hurt you any more. Putting more pressure on your wound, he hated himself for lashing out at you like that. He simply did not want you to get hurt. Hence why he suggested you staying behind. Well, it was not really suggesting. It was more like forcing you & then, when you did not agree with him, being mad at you. If only you knew why he was acting that way towards you. Tonight, the one thing he did not want to happen happened. You got hurt. Not because you were not strong enough. Dean knew your abilities were similar to theirs. No, you got hurt because he left you out of his sight. Usually, whenever the three of you went on a hunt together, he made sure to keep you close by. Not that he ever admitted it. Sam had picked up on that & teased him like crazy. You, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to it all. After all, you hated him, right? Having to look at you like this, it broke his heart. Mainly because Dean blamed himself. If he paid more attention, he could have avoided all of this. After waking up, you would hate him even more & he would not even blame you. He was the one who yelled at you. But wait a second. Why the hell did you tell him that you were fine, when in reality, you were in pain? Your injury was not really a minor one. He instructed Sam to go faster. The sooner you all made it back to the bunker, the better.

Your entire body was on fire when you opened your eyes. Your attempt to sit up was cut short when you felt pain shooting through you. Wincing audibly, you looked down. Only then did you remember what happened. The werewolf hunt. One of them sliced you open with its claws. Dean yelled at you & then? What happened then? You could not recall it. All you knew was that you were back in your own bed in the bunker. The door opened & your head snapped up. Eyebrows furrowed when Dean entered. You expected Sam but Dean? You thought he was pissed off still. If you were honest, it was kind of your fault. If you had told them that you were hurt right away then you probably would not be in this situation.

“Hey.” he whispered even though there was no need to.

“Hi.” you matched his tone, unsure if you were about to experience another scolding from him. Dean walked over to the bed & sat down, careful not to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” he did not look at you which confused you even more.

“Um…Well, I’ll live.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“Why didn’t you tell me that one of them hurt you?” his eyes locked onto yours & your mouth opened & closed a few times. What could you possibly tell him?

“Didn’t think it was that bad.” that was what you ended up with. A lie.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. Why didn’t you say anything?” he repeated. Sighing loudly, you thought you would say the truth. It did not matter anyway.

“I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m weak or pathetic.” you looked down at your hands that fiddled in your lap.

“Why would I do that?” he was confused now.

“Well.” you glanced at him again. “You kinda told me to stay behind & I said I’d be fine. Look where that brought me. And I know you sorta hate me so…” you trailed off.

“I don’t hate you.” he wasted no time with his response. You stared at him questioningly & he knew he had to explain himself. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I’ve been an asshole, I know that.” you interrupted him briefly.

“Self-reflective, I see.” you teased playfully.

“What I wanna say…I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. And last night showed me that all of this can be over way too soon. I guess I was scared of losing you.” he admitted, watching you closely for your reaction. You were shocked at his statement.

“It takes a lot more to get rid of me, Dean.” you smiled warmly at him. Usually, you would have teased him but he was so serious in this moment, you did not want to ruin it.

“You’re one of the best hunters I know. It could’ve happened to all of us, this werewolf. Man…” he put his face in one of his hands, then chuckled. “I’m really bad at this feelings crap.” you laughed & shook your head at him.

“You’re getting better.”

The following weeks were different. The way Dean acted towards you was foreign to you. The teasing did not stop but you two shared another thing now. Though you had yet to figure out what exactly that was. Dean went out of his way to care for you which, if you were honest, was because of your wound taking an awful lot of time to fully heal. You spent a lot of days in pain that not even pills could numb. Sam was teasing the two & for the first time, you could actually tell that he was. Apparently, you were way too focused on Dean’s “hatred” towards you that you did not notice the younger brother’s teasing. The atmosphere in the bunker was not as tense anymore. The three of you lived comfortably together. Sometimes, you had to stop & think about your journey with Dean. It was actually the plot of a Disney movie. Two people had hated each other (at least they thought they had) until one of them got hurt & the other was scared of losing them. After that, their relationship changed into something way deeper, way more understanding.

“(Y/N)?” Dean entered the kitchen where you were currently sitting with a cup of coffee in your hand. You hummed for him to continue. “You’re still annoying as shit. You know that, right?” you broke out in laughter, Dean joined in a second later. Motioning for the cup you set up for him, he walked over & sat down next to you.

“Hate to break it to you but I won’t change.” you smirked at him.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” he pressed a soft kiss on top of your head & threw one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to his body. Your eyes closed in content. This was where you were supposed to be. In Dean’s arms. And it took you both long enough that you could not live without each other. At least you had each other now. Finally.

Published (04/27/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @hollymac79, @spnbaby-67 (thanks for your support <3)

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I didn’t particularly like that episode. Now, admittedly, a lot of that is my own problem. Faith is objectively an abuser and the show’s refusal to call her out on it is disturbing, so her parts were never gonna be any good, but maybe if I had any investment in the Marty/Adi/Robyn/Paul surrogacy stuff I would’ve got more enjoyment out of this episode. I don’t, though, so I didn’t. I actively dislike both Adi (though at least we’re supposed to hate him) and Paul. Robyn is just kind of meh (and try as I might, I can’t forget her comments about refugees “jumping the queue” a few years ago). Marty is the only one I like, but even then, he can’t carry this story for me when everyone else in it is someone I’m not interested in.

I also felt this episode was a bit lacking in patient stories. That real feeling of busyness the department has had in the rest of this series so far just wasn’t there in this ep. I know they were taking up a lot of time with the Hutton family and their storyline, but it still frustrated me.

Even putting how awful Faith is aside, the Faith/Iain/Hutton family story was just... meh. The actress playing Olivia (I think that was her name?) was very good, and in fact all the actors were pretty great. But a lot of the writing just fell flat to me.

The show’s romanticisation of Faith and attempts to demand that we see her as a good person are becoming increasingly disturbing to me. In fact, we’ve now got Faith lecturing Iain about how to talk to recovering alcoholics with abusive fathers. That description ring a bell? Yeah, that’s because it’s also a description of Dylan. You know, the man Faith manipulated, used for some cheap “revenge” on Lev all while letting Dylan think she really loved him, and then lashed out at him and broke up with him for being a recovering alcoholic.

Trying to paint Faith as a fucking saviour to abuse victims is so gross I cannot even begin to describe it. We are talking about a woman who strangled a teenager and tried to rape her husband. How DARE they, how fucking dare they, put her in scenes where she lectures abuse victims about how their abuse isn’t their fault? Faith is a monster. She can act like she’s sweet and kind all she wants. She can get lucky and figure out the truth behind a patient case, making her look like some kind of hero (any of the staff could’ve happened to be the person to realise DJ stabbed Keith, the fact that it ended up being Faith is pure coincidence!). But she will be no less a monster.

There was nothing, nothing more satisfying to me tonight than seeing Dylan tell Faith to get out while they were treating Keith. One small silver lining in an episode that otherwise painted Faith as a hero.

Also, the optics of having Ethan stick up for Faith when she and Iain were arguing... erm... the writers probably don’t remember this, because you know they don’t care, they didn’t care when they wrote the episode and they don’t care now, but Ethan is literally a sexual assault survivor. Series 30 episode 37, a patient tried to rape him - physically grabbed him and tried to pull off his clothes while he shouted for her to stop (she eventually fainted before she could go through with it). And it was treated as “funny”, because Ethan is a man and his assaulter was a woman.

That episode was in 2016. And now, we’ve got Ethan defending Faith, an attempted rapist herself - whom the show has allowed to get away with her actions because she’s a woman who tried to rape a man. You’d like to hope in all these years someone on the writing team would’ve seen sense and thought “no, sexual abuse isn’t okay, no matter who it happens to”. But they haven’t, have they? The fucking rape apologism has just continued.

I know no one knows, in-universe, what Faith did to Lev. But still, just... this isn’t a good look. It’s more about what it symbolises, i.e. that Casualty still has a rape apologism problem that they still haven’t bothered trying to fix.

One very good scene came from this story, however - and it was nothing to do with Faith. It was the scene near the end, with Dylan showing anger that Keith had survived the ordeal. “Good news for a bad man.” So well-written, even though it was just a tiny little moment, and William Beck’s performance added so much to it.

These callbacks to Dylan’s childhood recently make me really want a flashback episode for him. I tweeted as such, and the official TVTimes account liked the tweet. That probably doesn’t mean anything but I can dream, right?

Moving on to the surrogacy story. When they first started keeping Adi on the show even after the Paula story, I grew concerned we’d be asked to like him. Thankfully, that hasn’t happened. They know he’s a terrible person (I wish I could say the same for Faith, but ah well) and they’re writing him as such. He’s definitely nowhere near good enough for Marty.

I liked the patient story with the young woman and her fiancee. That was fun. They were very cute.

The old woman who liked chess was sweet, as well, even though most of her scenes were with Faith. I’ve got to be honest - I liked her (the chess lady, not Faith!!!!!) mostly because I think Henrik would like her. But still, she was nice.

Dylan didn’t have that much to do tonight, but I really did appreciate the scenes he did get. He basically carried the whole episode.

Next week, we have more of the surrogacy story that I don’t really care about, but we ALSO get a re-visiting of Stevie’s story. Now that, I’m excited for. Give me the Stevie content.

[moonlit-imagines]

Wasn’t Ready for That

Jonathan Byers x male!reader

warnings:

a/n: slightly altered so that reader is just the older sibling of nancy!

prompt: anonymous: “Jonathan Byers x male reader - the reader is the twin brother of Nancy , and he and Jonathan are best friends, Jonathan has a crush on the reader and kisses him but the reader freezes Up and Jonathan runs away before he can say anything. The reader has a crush on him too and ends up buying Jonathan something like candy or a bear idk and tells him he like him to and they end up cuddling and kissing.”

You and Jonathan had been through it all together, years and years of friendship that could never fade. And now it was like tradition since your younger brother and his were also best friends! Friends.

Sure, you guys were friends. Friends who spent nearly every waking moment together, friends who secretly pine over one another when no one is looking, friends who feel like they could just die when the other is away.

“Y/N, I think Jonathan’s here!” Your mom called up the stairs and almost immediately heard your footsteps as you rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping and tumbling down. “What did I tell you about running though the house?”

“Sorry, mom, just excited. See you later tonight!” You grabbed your jacket off of the coat rack and raced out the door and all the way to Jonathan’s car.

“Miss me?” He joked as he switched gears and began to drive off, you were actually out of breath from your little workout.

“Can’t say I did.” You smugly replied and felt him lightly punch your arm, both of you let out some intoxicating chuckles before letting them fade and sighing. “Where are we going?” You asked.

“I actually heard that the sunset looks really cool from the bleachers at school, wanna head there and hang out while we wait?” Jonathan shrugged at his own idea, it sounded better in his head, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hand out with the one and only.

“Sounds good to me, hit the gas, Byers!” You pointed onward and Jonathan did exactly as instructed, the speedometer quickly rose. Your best friend would honestly do anything you asked him to, he knew it’d make you happy, even the stupidest of things.

You finally arrived at Hawkins High on a weekend, which didn’t exactly have the same mood as a weekday morning.

“This feels wrong.” You told him as you shut the passenger door.

“Yeah, it kind of does.” Jonathan draped his camera strap over his neck and led you over to the bleachers, picking the device up and pointing it your way. “Hey, y/n, smile!”

“Cheeeeese!” You gave the most over-exaggerated smile your face could handle and heard the picture snap. “Did I look good?”

“You always do.” He complimented and turned pink in the cheeks. Nice one, Jonathan. While he was stressing over what may or may not happen tonight, you ran ahead to climb on the bleachers. Don’t fuck this up, Jonathan. He kept repeating that in his mind until he noticed you waving to him from above the empty metal seats, so he decided to snap another photo.

“Come up here, Byers!” You shouted and watched as he meandered over. “Really? Can’t go any faster than that?”

“I could trip!” He argued insincerely and finally reached you on the top steps. “Happy now?”

“Meh, I guess.” You teased, but it was odd because Jonathan didn’t reply, maybe he didn’t catch your joke. But Jonathan was busy with his thoughts.

This is it. Kiss him. Over and over in his head. Your best friend stared at your lips and back up at your eyes. Now. Jonathan leaned forward and quickly pushed his lips into yours and pulled back just as fast. “I-I’m sorry.” You were frozen in shock. “I’m really sorry, I don’t—I thought maybe you were, I don’t know...” He didn’t know how to make up for his actions.

“It’s okay. I gotta go.” You made your excuse and hustled down the bleachers and onto the pavement, Jonathan groaned and called over:

“I can drive you home.” But you just kept walking. He may have fucked up beyond repair. What if he just outed himself for nothing? This whole time he was dumb enough to believe that you two could have been a perfect couple...shit!

You took your walk back home to reflect on what had just happened. It’s not like you didn’t feel the same way. Maybe you were scared? And surprised? He obviously liked you back and you just left him in the dust! Fucking hell. Just keep walking. And then you were home. You didn’t bother saying “hi” to anyone, you just walked right upstairs, nearly making it to your room before running into your sister, Nancy.

“Hey, everything okay?” She asked, noticing you were just a bit tense, which was unusual after a day with Jonathan.

“Perfect.” You snapped, which gave away your mood just like that. She wouldn’t leave you be and she wasn’t an idiot. You were her brother, she knew almost everything there was to know about you.

“Jonathan kissed you, didn’t he?” Nancy quietly asked so that none of the other house members could hear. That question made you freeze up just as much as the actual kiss. “I knew it.”

“What do I do, Nance?” You eagerly whined, seeing a smile creep on her face. “This isn’t funny!”

“Y/N, it’s obvious that you like him back. Go fix whatever you messed up before it’s too late.” She shook her head at you, leaving your jaw to drop.

“Wait, you know that I like guys?” You scrunched your eyebrows up, she seemed utterly unsurprised.

“I mean, I guess? I figured you liked Jonathan, but it was pretty obvious that he liked you.” Your sister explained. “Doesn’t matter right now, go! Do the right thing!” She nudged you along and you reluctantly returned to the stairwell and down to the front door to sneak out (with dad’s car keys).

You kept beating yourself up on the inside, why didn’t you just sit and talk with your best friend instead of booking it home? You knew that Jonathan would’ve talked about it if you had just let him. On your way to the Byers residence, you stopped by the convenience store that his mom, Joyce, worked in to pick up an excuse and an apology.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you! What are you doing here?” Joyce shuffled out from behind the counter and gave you a hug.

“Just picking up a quick snack!” You put on your mask of lies and plucked Jonathan’s favorite candy off the shelf, setting it next to the register. Joyce already knew who that was for. She rang it up real quick and you handed her a dollar, then swiped the candy off of the counter and said a quick goodbye. “Nice seeing you, Ms. Byers, love ya!” The door shut and you hopped back into dad’s car and drove in the direction of Jonathan’s house, hoping he was home by now. Lucky for you, his car was back in the driveway. You jogged up tonthe door and gave it a good knock before his younger brother answered.

“Hi, y/n. He’s in his room.” Will let you inside and closed the door behind you.

“Thanks, kiddo.” You approached Jonathan’s door and gave it a few taps.

“Come in.” You heard his defeated voice muffle through the door. You slowly pushed it open and surprised Jonathan with your presence in his dark room as you kicked the door shut. “Shit, hi.” He scrambled to sit up straight.

“Catch.” You tossed his candy to him. “That’s my formal apology.” You smirked, your sense of humor was still there. “No, but really, I’m sorry.”

“Why? I was the one that kissed you.” He unwrapped the candy bar and took a bite, diverting eye contact from you, but there was just a bit of light peaking through the window to illuminate a track of tears that had ran down his face. You did that.

“Yeah, but my reaction was a little uncalled for.” You shrugged and sat down beside him in bed, dippinb the mattress just a bit.

“Well, if you’re not gay, then you’re not gay.” He sighed and cringed as he replayed his actions again and again in his mind.

“I came here to tell you that I like you back.” You finally revealed and Jonathan’s neck whipped around to look at you, you weren’t joking.

“You couldn’t have lead with that?” Your best friend swatted with a cheeky smile, reaching his hand out for you to take.

“Oops.” You giggled and took his hand, pulling him close enough for a do-over that lasted just a few seconds minutes longer than the first one had. It was good to have this all cleared up, and it’d be a great story to tell one day. He soon wrapped his arms around you and got you to lay with him for just a while, taking in the fact that this was real.

“So, are we going to be boyfriends now?” He curiously asked, hoping that it was a “yes.”

“Odds are in your favor, Byers.” You brushed some hair from his face and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “But I gotta get going soon, I stole my dad’s car to get here and I don’t know when he’s going to notice.”

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[maggielindemanns]

all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[note: let me tell you guys, i fought w this formatting for like . HOURS . before getting it to look nice like idk man this really gave me a run for my money LMAOOO but without further ado here is the 80:20 writing to sm chap 25 of amu !!!!! i hope the cropping and stuff is okay and thank you for EVERYTHINNNNGG i cannot thank you enough or put into words how much i love love loveeee you guyssss🥺💛]

7:27 PM

As the four of them walked into the restaurant, Lucas felt actually okay for the first time in a few days. A lot was on his mind - his final grades didn’t all go in yet, he had to pack and head back to his mom’s in a week and a half, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Eliott. But when he walked through the doors with his three best friends bantering around him and a mini birthday hat on his head supplied by Basile, everything felt okay.

Arthur told the hostess they had a reservation under ‘Lallemant’, and she grabbed some menus before leading them to the table. As they got closer and closer, he realized the hostess only set two small menus down at a smaller square table rather than four in their usual booth setting.

“Guys,” he started to say, “this is a table for two.”

“Oh, we know,” Yann told him, him and the others seeming unbothered by the idea.

“You know? Then where are you all gonna sit?”

“At my house.”

“At your—what?”

“We’re going to Yann’s, Lulu,” Bas repeated, guiding him to sit in one of the chairs. “You’re gonna sit here and look gorgeous, per usual. We love you, okay, this is out of love.” He kissed Lucas’ cheek before starting to walk away with Arthur and Yann, giving Lucas no chance to oppose.

Great, he thought to himself, on the one day I thought I could catch a break, here they come throwing another curveball. Just fantastic. He pulled the hat off of his head, putting it on the table in front of him, thinking about how his birthday was proving to be a stark contrast in comparison to Eliott’s.

Eliott. His mind kept going back to the thought of him, the thought of their first date. His bed, his terrible attempt at making eggs, his shirt Lucas went home in, kissing him, the way he’d stare before just reaching out to touch him. My muse, my love, and my life, he said. My soulmate, if you will. Always and forever. Lucas couldn’t believe he really messed up with him this bad. He’d give anything for a second chance, for a chance to take it all back and just keep things easy.

He heard someone pulling the chair out across from him and that snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up. His eyes widened when he realized what he was seeing — none other than Eliott Demaury sitting across from him and looking through the menu casually. As if the sight of him wasn’t enough to knock the breath out of Lucas’ lungs after all this time. He was scruffy, as if he hadn’t shaved in the last few weeks, and his button down and blazer combo was really doing something to Lucas.

“Eliott...” he said finally, making Eliott look up at him. Words left Lucas’ brain as soon as their eyes met for real.

“Did you order already?” he asked in lieu of an actual explanation for this. Lucas just stared at him, and Eliott started smiling. For what, Lucas was unsure. “You’re blushing so much, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, yes,” he assured, shifting in his seat. “You just—I don’t understand.”

“That I’m having dinner with you on your birthday? Surprise.”

“No, that you’re here right now. I...fucked up so bad with you, Eliott, and you’re...here.”

“You didn’t. We’ll talk, okay? I just...wanted to see you.” Lucas’ heart panged at that, thinking about how all this time, that’s probably all Eliott wanted in the very least. To see him. Eliott probably sensed that Lucas was thinking too hard about that, because he added, “More importantly, that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“Your dumb, smiley one.”

“I do not have a dumb, smiley one, stop,” he bantered, picking up his menu. Eliott looked down at his own and started to smile, thinking Lucas wasn’t looking. But he was, of course he was. He didn’t want to miss another moment with him.

8:42 PM

“One shot for the birthday boy, c’mon. I’m driving, you can do it.”

Lucas ran his finger along the rim of the smaller glass, squinting at Eliott challengingly. Eliott squinted back and Lucas sat back in his chair.

“Trying to get me drunk, Demaury?” he asked teasingly.

“I am not, I would never. Just...was it even your birthday if you didn’t take a shot?”

“I guess not.”

“So make it official, baby, seal the deal.”

Baby. Lucas’ brain felt like it short circuited at that, and to stop himself from dwelling on it, he threw the shot back, making a face afterward. Eliott gave him a small applause and he shook his head, smiling.

“That was awful.”

“You just thought about it too hard.”

“I think about a lot of stuff too hard.” It came out before he could think to not say it, and Eliott raised an eyebrow at that. He didn’t say anything, but that was enough for Lucas to know he agreed. “I really get in my own head about things, and then I think I’m helping myself by being fifty million steps ahead out of sheer...panic and stupidity.”

“You don’t have to...do this, Lucas,” Eliott started to say, “I know I said we’d talk, but—“

“I want to, please let me,” Lucas interrupted, and Eliott did. “I told you, good things fail out on me. When I felt like you were someone I really wanted, I panicked. I felt like I loved you, and it freaked me out. The thought still freaks me out, because I still feel it. But...I shouldn’t have pushed you away because of it. You said you wished I talked to you, and I wish I did too. Because everything was just...a million times worse when I didn’t. And I really could’ve lost the best thing that happened to me because of it. So I guess this is my long winded way of telling you I’m the most sorry, ever.”

Eliott didn’t say anything at first, just held out his hands across the table. Lucas hesitantly placed his hands in Eliott’s and took a deep breath, not looking at him.

“Hey,” Eliott said, giving his hands a squeeze. “Look at me.” Lucas lifted his gaze from the table to meet his eyes. Eliott’s face was soft and his eyes were attentive, letting Lucas know he had his undivided like always. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re not a bad person for being freaked out, you’re human and I get it. You don’t have to be sorry, at all. But...I want you to know that I’m in this with you for real. Like...I can’t even explain how in love with you and in this with you I am.”

“I’m in love with you, too.“

“Present tense again,” Eliott said, more like a comment than an actual response. Lucas tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brow, and Eliott picked up on him needing clarification. “You’ve said you loved me in the present tense twice now.”

“Because it’s...true. I do love you, really. Guess you could say I’m on a roll tonight.”

As much as it was a scary idea for him, it really was true. He loved Eliott then and he loves him now. It was a little overwhelming to admit it out loud and a heady feeling to know it was reciprocated. But he liked it. A lot. And the smile that grew on Eliott’s face made it all the better.

“Guess you could.”

”We should leave,” Lucas suggested after a few beats of silence, and Eliott seemed confused for a moment.

“You wanna go home already?”

“In a way.”

“In a—oh. Oh. Oh, yeah, we can go home, yes,” Eliott agreed, and how immediately flustered he got at that made Lucas laugh. He made a mental reminder to let the guys know that they would not be seeing him later, but tomorrow. And to thank them for making this the best birthday ever.

[TWENTY FOUR || TWENTY SIX]

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[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

hi do u wrote for luna lovegood ? if so can u write something fluffy 🥺? i don’t mind what it’s about i just don’t see enough for her

I feel like I need to advertise this more: I write for ANY harry potter character. Any of them. Minus Dobby... Don't be that guy.

Warnings: Gay? uh... Mostly fluff. Kind of sad at times but seriously fluffy. Set in non voldy au

You met this girl in your second year

And oh boy

Luna Lovegood.

Oh how that name alone seemed mystical to you.

She was this little thing that you just... Could never seem to get out of your head.

So much so you literally just ran into her

"I am so sorry!" You gasped.

She blinked a few times.

"Your eyes are e/c?" She asked curiously.

You blinked a few times.

"...Uhm..... Yeah?" You nodded.

"Pretty." She said in that soft voice of hers that only made you fall harder.

From that moment forth she actually sat closer to you in classes.

You thanked your lucky stars you were in the same class as her much less in the same dorm

She was always so kind and so thoughtful i general

But right now many other Ravenclaws noticed her fixation on you

This week was finals week and you were stressed.

You were slumped over your desk with your wand holding a bun in your hair

So she went down to the kitchens and brought back brownies.

You looked over and she was sitting on your bed with the plate

"You should eat." She said softly.

You blinked a couple of times.

"Where... Did you get brownies at three in the morning?" You asked

"The kitchens... The house elves were more than willing to help me" she said handing you one.

You bit into it and smiled. "They're good." You nodded.

Her heart nearly beat out of her chest looking at your smile.

"hey Luna... Thank you for helping me" you told her.

"Your smile is very pretty tonight Y/n." She said.

You chuckled and she smiled

"How come I've never... Seen you hanging out with anyone? I mean I would figure someone so kind would have a lot of friends?" You asked.

"I don't really have friends. Not many people want to know the girl who talks to herself." She shrugged

"I want to." You said

"You want to be friends?" She asked

"Yep." You nodded.

So from then on you were friends

She was shorter than you and you found this to be adorable.

But sometimes you'd be talking in the hall and you'd feel her jump on your back

First time she did that you fell over but you were laughing

But from then on you usually came to expect it.

You and her didn't really like to eat in the great hall so you sat in the astronomy tower.

She loved hanging out with you but she also loved those days where you'd get sleepy and fall asleep on her lap

She'd play with your hair and hum little songs or tunes to get you to sleep

Some times it'd be vice versa and she'd fall asleep on you

You would put your cardigan over her and read or something to pass the time

You two didn't go to quidditch games because it was just meh to you

You liked to sit near the lake and skip rocks

The summer that year was fun, the two of you hanging out

You were mesmerized by her house

"It's not much--" "This is literally the coolest thing I've ever seen"

Luna, her father and you would all sit outside sometimes and have small camp fires

Fun fact: Luna plays guitar

She has a gorgeous voice and she'll make songs up off the top of her head

You loved listening to her sing while watching the flames dance

Her father could recognize the young love in front of him

And no. He did not care that both of you were girls

Your third year started and the triwizard tournament happened

"A competition that's dangerous... Think that Harry kid will compete?" You asked

"Mmm. Probably" she nodded

You noticed sometimes she'd wave to things you couldn't see and it confused you but you never said anything

Finally one day you asked her "Luna, what are you greeting?"

"It's called a thestral... You can see them unless you've witnessed death." She said softly.

Oh... OH.

You blinked a couple of times "Uhm... L... Luna when did... When did you--"

"my mother died when I was nine. Creating spells." She said softly

You nodded. "I see."

"I'm okay though... I've got you and dad." She said with a smile

You and her were inseparable

You were in herbology and noticed a boy who just could not catch a break

So you two helped him out after he passed out in class

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Neville..." He groaned as he leaned up.

"Does this kind of thing happen frequently?" Luna asked.

"All the time." He said with a sigh.

"Well with this attitude it's not going to be fun. Think of it as a surprise power nap." You said making Luna laugh.

"...Who are you guys?" He asked.

"Y/n L/n. Luna Lovegood." You introduced.

"Right... Loony." He nodded slightly dazed.

"What?" You asked, eye slightly twitching at the nickname for Luna.

"Something Draco mentioned." He muttered.

"I'll be right back."

So you convinced the twins to give extra love to their favorite Slytherin that week

Ohhh how you enjoyed watching Draco scream like a little bitch down the halls

Neville began to hang out with you two

You loved seeing Luna make friends and be all adorable and bubbly

"So you two are a year below me?" He asked.

"Yep. We've got a hogsmeade trip coming up too." You nodded.

"excited?" Neville asked.

"Yep." Luna said with a smile

Hogsmeade was so much fun

dancing in the snow to music you two were making up on the spot

The twins meeting Luna and thinking "This girl is crazy... But I'd literally die for this girl"

She'd say something off the wall and random but you would just consider that normal while the boys would just be confused

After a while they did get used to it

The yule ball came up and you were nervous about that dance class

Mcgonagall wanted you to be in boy/girl couples but there weren't an even amount of boys to girls so you danced with Luna (thank god for what ever the twins put in Draco's food that morning)

You were trying so hard to focus but Luna was so pretty

"Hey Y/n. Wanna go to the Yule?" She asked

"With you?" You asked.

"Preferably." She nodded.

"Absolutely." You nodded

You went to the Gryffindor common room after class and screamed into a pillow for two hours

"Y/n what's up with you?" Neville asked.

"Luna asked me to the yule ball and I am FREAKING OUT."

"Oh... I'm going with Ginny do you guys want to hang out there to calm your nerves?"

You leaned up. "God. You are a God."

He laughed and so you waited for Luna at the stairs

She came down and you were mesmerized

"...Luna you're..." You gaped.

"I know it's not much" she said straightening it as she walked up to you

"Beautiful." You finally said.

You met Ginny that night and she actually thought you and Luna were adorable together

You two were smiling and blushing the whole night

But it was particularly awesome when you and her went for a walk.

She shivered and since you didn't have a jacket you just wrapped your arm around her

She smiled and you two exchanged this look that can only be described as pure beautiful love

You kissed her and she smiled even bigger

"Does this mean we're... Together?"

"I really hope so." You chuckled.

So then you two started dating

Her dad was so excited for you two, he was so happy to see Luna in love

Ginny started hanging out with you guys more and loved seeing you two together

You and Luna usually sat on the floor when you hung out

She'd sit in your lap and you'd rest your head on hers, while you listened to Neville or the twins

She loved to put flowers in your hair

She loves when she reads against a tree and your head is in her lap just smiling at her

She'll lean down and kiss you with a smile

When the twins opened their business you were excited for them

You guys met Harry during his last year and he just knew you two as "the crazy lesbian witches"

He didn't hate you two or anything, it was just something you two were known as?

He met you when you two were hanging out with the twins and Ginny

He didn't recognize you two and asked who you were

You answered him while Luna was sticking flowers in your hair and you were giggling

Harry for some reason was like "...I must know these two" and started hanging out with you guys

When Harry graduated Luns gifted him handmade origami roses.

She said they were more heartfelt that way

He actually keeps those in a vase in his room

Lily loves them

During your last year you had this one moment where you were helping Hagrid with Luna, feeding a creature

You looked over and she had this smile on her face and you just knew she was the one

"Luna after graduation... Do you want to get married?" You asked

"To you?" She asked

"... Preferably." You quoted her words to you when she asked you to the yule and she smiled

"Yes!"

And so you two got married after graduation.

I am convinced you two defined the whole cottagecore aesthetic

She went on to work with magical creatures and you worked with Fred and George

She would get off work earlier than you and stop by the shop, always showing up with that beautiful smile

Nights where either of you couldn't sleep so you went stargazing

Waking up in the middle of a random field you decided to stargaze in

Midnight picnics are a thing with you two

A transportable record player and a random field? Uhm yes please

Luna bringing home a random creature like once a week and being like "Can we keep it?"

You saying yes because you can't say no to that face.

Adopting a little girl

Persephone Iris Lovegood

She always feels loved, especially by all of her uncles and aunts

Molly finally met you when you guys had a party to celebrate the adoption

She loves you and Luna to pieces

There is not one day where your daughter feels unloved or excluded

You made damn sure she'd never have to feel that.

Fred and George call her "their little minion"

She is a little bit of a prankster

Family picnics in the woods

Feeding deer like a Disney princess

Looking at your wife and thinking "This is the best life I can possibly be living."

[superspookywombat]

falling {j.h} chapter six

Warnings: blood, everyone still acting weird, not my best writing

A/N: hey, just wanted to say before you start reading that I know this chapter is kinda meh, I wrote and rewrote this many times and it just feels off. I’d appreciate any constructive criticism :) also, I hope I got the taglist right this time oops

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“Y’all go on ahead, I’ll take her home.” Jasper says. Bella looks at Edward who’s looking at Jasper. Edward takes Jasper’s arm and pulls him into the house. Bella looks at you. 

“Why are you guys acting so weird.” You ask. Bella stays quiet, probably thinking of a response. You raise your eyebrows. 

“We aren’t acting weird. If anyone’s acting weird, you’re acting weird. I’m not acting weird. What does that word even mean? Weird. It’s kind of a relative term if you think about it-” Bella rambles. 

“Bella.” You interrupt. She sighs. The sound of the garage door opening stops any future words before they escape your lips. A sleek sports car backs out, and the windows are so tinted, you can’t see who’s driving. Edward walks out after the car, a disbelieving laugh falling from his mouth. The car stops by you and Bella, and Jasper exits the driver's seat. He stalks over to the passenger seat and opens the door. You give Bella an expectant look, but Edward murmurs something into her ear. 

“Well have fun, you kids don’t stay out too late.” She gives you a wink. Your eyebrows knit together. 

“Wha-” You start. She waves you off and her and Edward get into his Volvo. You look at Jasper, who’s now back in the driver seat. You look at him, then back at your sister who just abandoned you. 

“Guess you’re stuck with me.” Jasper jokes. Your stomach does flips. You’ve never been alone with a boy like this, a very, very attractive boy. 

“Heh.” You force a laugh. “Do you, uh, do you know where to go?” 

It was hard to ignore the quiver in your voice, or the tapping of your leg. He nods, then puts the car in reverse. An overwhelming sense of calmness fills the car, and you find your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. You turn to glance at Jasper, only to find him already looking at you.

“Eyes on the road, cowboy.” You tease. Scenery rushes past until you pull onto a familiar road. A tickling sensation in your nose makes you jolt back to awareness. A sneeze manifests in your chest, and Jasper watches you, amused. Tightness fills your throat until- “Achoo!” 

A violent sneeze rips through you, but as much as it hurts, it also feels really good. That is, until you feel a tear. Jasper pulls into the driveway as you reach your hand up to touch your forehead. Sure enough, you pull your hand back to find streaks of red running down your fingers. You look at Jasper, remembering how he doesn’t like blood. You go to unbuckle your seatbelt, only to be stopped by an ice cold hand. You shiver, but you’re more worried about the blood you just smeared on his skin. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry, you can come inside and wash your hands.” You offer, feeling guilty. The air around you feels tense, unnerving. Jasper retracts his reach, both hands forming tight fists on his lap. You look up at his face, only to see that his lips are pulled to a thin line and his pupils are three times the normal size. Uh oh. He looks as if he’s not breathing, his face illuminated by the moon, making him seem like he’s frozen in a painting. You don’t dare breathe, trying to make yourself invisible. He closes his eyes, then after a moment, reopens them and shuts off the car engine. You nervously swallow, watching his jaw tense out of the corner of your eye. He then calmly opens his eyes, and plasters a reassuring smile onto his face. He opens his door and steps out, and before you can reach to open yours, he’s already opened it for you. You unbuckle your seatbelt for real, now, and step out into the chilled spring air. You shiver, but a split second later, a jacket is draped over your shoulders. You look up to see Jasper staring down at you, so you give him a thankful smile and open the front door. 

“Bella?” You call out. As you walk over the threshold, you feel Jasper’s presence right behind you. You glance over your shoulder. “The kitchen’s in there.” 

“Thank you.” He nods, walking past you. Bella walks down the steps and her jaw drops at the sight of your wound. 

“Wha- How-” She stutters, then swallows visibly and shouts over her shoulder, “Edward!” Edward comes racing down the stairs, then after taking one look at you, races into the kitchen. You walk past Bella to go to the bathroom on the second floor. 

“Are you gonna help me clean this up or are you just gonna stand there and gawk?” You say. She sighs and reaches for a damp washcloth, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of the bathtub and wiping the blood off of your skin. “Is Jasper okay?” 

“He’s fine, just isn’t a big fan of blood.” Bella answers. She presses down harder to scrub off some of the dried blood.

“So he’s like- Ow- like you.” You tease, wincing. She furrows her eyebrows and bites her lip. 

“Yeah. Like me.” She says, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. She rinses out the washcloth and hangs it over the faucet. 

“Where’s Charlie?” You ask, walking into your room. Bella walks in as you pull your bloody shirt over your head. She walks carefully to avoid the glass pieces on the floor. 

“He’s down at the station, practically calling for someone’s head on a pike.” Bella nervously chuckles. You nod, pulling a pj shirt over your head carefully. You pull down your pants and replace them with soft sweatpants. Pulling your hair up, you follow Bella back downstairs where both boys are sitting at the table. 

“Oh, you’re still here.” You say, surprise tainting your voice. Bella elbows your side, and a small ‘uhn’ escapes your lips. “I mean, I’m glad you are, I just figured you guys had to get home or.. Something.” You look at Bella, silently begging her to stop your foot from going into your mouth any further. 

“Charlie’s gonna be gone for awhile. You guys are welcome to stay.” She invites. Not what I meant, Bella. 

“I can put in a frozen pizza or something.” You offer. 

“We already ate, but thank you.” Jasper declines politely. Bella stares at you expectantly. You look at Edward and it clicks. Oh.

“Um, well, I think there’s a new episode of Criminal Minds on tonight, if you’d like to join me?” You ask Jasper. Edward looks at you, then Jasper. 

“He’d love to.” Edward answers. Bella grabs his hand and pulls him up the stairs, the door slamming shut behind them. Your heart races as Jasper stands and follows you to the couch. You turn on the tv, but you can barely pay attention due to the marble carved statue lounging next to you. 

“How are you feeling?” Jasper asks. You keep your eyes glued to the tv as you answer, wiping your palms on your sweats. “A little tired, to be honest.” You answer. He looks at you, concerned. “I’m fine, really. Doctor Cullen said I might feel dizzy or tired, I hit my head pretty hard.” 

“I can go- so you can rest- if you’d like.” He offers. You think back to the night’s events, and the heart-dropping feeling you felt when you saw that person in your room returns. 

“No!” You gasp. You screw your eyes closed. “Sorry. I mean, you don’t have to leave. I.. please don’t.” 

His cold hands make you shiver as they engulf yours. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” You nod, and settle back into the couch. Your body is inches from Jasper’s, and your hand still clenches his tightly. He doesn’t flinch. A sleepy feeling oozes over you, and your eyes get harder to keep open. You don’t realize that you’re falling asleep until your head hits something cold and hard, yet comfortable at the same time. An arm wraps around you and pulls you closer, stroking your hair as you lose consciousness. 

[samiii-p]

miss temptation (I don’t think you know) 1/?

aka The Maryan Roommate AU no one asked for 🙃 ao3

“You need a home address by next week or I’m writing you up.”

Fuck

Scratching an 'X' over another available apartment listing in the newspaper, Ryan grunts, blacking it out in her frustration. This one was her last true option within her price range and it was about the size of a walk-in closet with a communal bathroom to boot.

And no, just no. God no.

At least the last one had a view. It was a brick wall of the neighboring apartment but one nonetheless.

“You know for someone who needed this job, you sure don’t look the part.”

Sucking her teeth, Ryan glances up from her troubles, spots Luke in his custom three piece suit, grumbles and glances back at the paper where the only options left cost an arm and a leg to stay. Gotham wasn’t cheap by any stretch of the imagination, but selling her organs on a monthly basis just to get by didn’t seem all that appealing either.

“What do you want, Luke?”

“Can’t a guy just stop by?”

“Sure.” Ryan says, flipping the newspaper to the next page, maybe she could find something outside of town. The commute would be hell, but at least she’d have an address and her parole officer would finally get off her back. “I take it that’s not what you’re here for though.”

She hears him harrumph and nothing else. He does it a second later, again … and again.

“Okay, how can I help you?” She asks, sliding her current issues down the counter. Another 18 months in jail won’t hurt, let alone leaving the city in shambles when Batwoman disappears again .

Luke tilts his chin, hard line forming between his brows, a look Ryan has grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. Even though he’s apologized and promised to give her a chance until Kate’s return, there's still a tiny bit of friction lying beneath the surface no matter how much they both try to ignore it.

Reaching into his breast pocket he unearths a photo and slides it across the bar into Ryan’s line of vision. A picture of a black mask, outlined like a skeleton, stares up at her with cold hard eyes. In the corner a coiled snake is drawn with Luke’s handwriting underneath.

Snakebite - fear toxin/mushrooms

“Um, who or what am I looking at?”

He thumps the photo twice. “I was hoping you could tell me. You said you run in similar circles-”

“- ran.”

“As Victor Zsasz, I was hoping you could tell me a little about our friend here.”

“Sorry to tell you this but, no.” She pushes off the bar with a huff, nodding at the photo. “Whoever this person is, is new in town. At least to me.”

“Yeah, well his snakebite is hitting the streets like a plague and no one knows its source. There’s only this photo as a possible supplier but there’s no name, no facial recognition, no origin or leaks, no nothing.”

“So what do we do?”

“You suit up.”

Heat signature enabled, Ryan takes a look around the abandoned building noting two low level street hands Luke identifies as TJ Pillar: 1 to 3 strike for armed robbery and Curtis Armstrong: out on parole for possession.

“Come on, dude.”

She totally gets how uneasy it is to get back on your feet after spending a little over a year incarcerated but at least try to do better.

“What?” Luke asks through the coms, Ryan ignores him, scouting more of the building. It’s been over an hour and nothing. They wouldn’t be here if no one was coming but it’s growing closer to midnight and she has to be back at work at nine.

“Can’t I just bring them in? It’s late.”

“I mean you could, but it’ll be a waste of time. The guys on the street don’t know anything except to wait for the drop here.”

“And we couldn’t call in Gotham PD or the Crows for surveillance because..?”

“Hey, you wanted the job, this is what it entails.”

Behind the mask, Ryan’s eyes roll, mocking this is what the job entails meh meh, like she's a child grounded for the night, which, all things considered…

“Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.”

“Okay! Okay!” Over the coms, Ryan hears hushed voices arguing, a muffled ‘no’ then the sound of chairs being switched, Luke’s voice replaced by Mary’s, “heeey, girl. How ya’ doing?”

She smirks, attitude vanishing the moment the heiress speaks. Call it a general preference to all things sans-Luke based but she’d one hundred present rather talk to Mary until the butt crack of dawn instead of Mr. Kate would do it like this and Kate would do it like that. For starters Mary’s a lot nicer. Calmer. Funnier, I mean the girl’s one liners are top tier, bone tickling funny.

And well, she was a hell of a lot prettier too.

“Oh, you know, just pulling an all-nighter right before my day shift.”

A hiss sounds dramatically over the intercoms, the image of Mary’s twisted face pops up and Ryan can almost see the apple of her cheeks bunching and her eyes closing in that cute ass scrunchy face she makes when she’s thinking hard or embarrassed clear as day.

“Don’t worry about it, you can always come in later.”

“You enable her by making exceptions.”

“Luke!”

“What!?”

More muffled noises, a bang and yelp later Mary comes back on. “What I was getting at is that if you want to come in a little bit late, it’s totally fine or we can even change your schedule to mid-day, as your boss and fellow bat accomplice, I would totally understand.”

The corner of Ryan lips quirks up, “you don’t have to do that.”

“I do. We don’t know for sure how long you’ll be out tonight. Coming in afterwards is going to be draining-”

“It’ll be draining for all of us.” Luke yells.

“Shh!”

Unfortunately, Luke has a point. It's not fair on the team if she’s the only one taking the easy way out when they all have lives and responsibilities outside of the cave to adhere to, and a mid-day shift would never work anyway. Mid-day is Officer Steven’s favorite time of day to intrude on Ryan’s life.

“No that’s okay,” Ryan says, “Luke’s right. I have to put on my big girl panties and suck it up like everyone else, besides, I’m going to be too busy selling body parts for an overpriced cardboard box in the foreseeable future or it's a one way ticket back to Black Gate-”

“Wait, what-?”

“Oh, hold up.” An engine alerts Ryan to an incoming vehicle speeding into the warehouse disrupting their conversation. “We got action.”

Censors pick up on a lone body inside, facial recognition scanners kick on and work to identify the driver’s profile as well as the car’s make, model design, vehicle number and license plate number are all shot over to home base for further analysis. She twitches them off once complete just in time to see a window roll down and a hand throw two duffle bags out the window before speeding off.

“Did we get anything?”

A beat passes before Mary’s back on, “Not yet. Gotham PD and the Crows database has no facial identification, Luke’s expanding the search but the car is unmarked, plates false, even the tires vin numbers have been scrubbed. Whoever this person is, really doesn’t want to be found.”

From Ryan’s personal experience, news like that is never good. Someone that deep undercover either has a checkbook large enough to make themselves disappear or an iron grip so ruthless the utter mention of their name is probable cause for permanent removal. This was going to be harder than any of them expected.

“Keep me posted.”

Kicking off the beam she leaps down sticking another perfect grand entrance; hoping the acclaimed symbol printed on her chest will be enough to scare off the bad guys for once.

She is really tired after all.

Unfortunately, Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb both reach for guns, shooting before she can warn them to stand down. And there goes her ‘early’ night. Figures.

“Ya’ll know I’m fucking bullet proof, right?”

Another bullet ricochets off the suit as she takes a step forward. Idiots. Surprisingly they keep at it until the clip clinks, empty, and Ryan comes face to face with Curtis who tries throwing a punch she easily ducks, coming back up to head butt him so hard his knees crumple. His coworker steps up and he’s a bit more of a challenge throwing blow for blow with her until she ducks up under him and comes back with a roundhouse kick to his Adams apple. He clutches his windpipe, now down on one knee she delivers the final blow to the bridge of his nose.

She picks up the bags and hightails it out of there, latching onto a high beam for an easy escape, and heads towards G.C.P.D where she drops the contraband with a note attached of where they can find the assailants tied up and ready for arrest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re homeless!?”

Ryan wonders if disrupting her day as a civilian was going to become normal protocol for Luke and Mary going forward and on a recurring basis.

“I wouldn’t say homeless.”

“How else would you classify living out of your van down by the docks?”

“Surviving on wheels – ow!” Ryan giggles, rubbing her shoulder and doesn’t know whether to cower or soothe the frustrating scowl rapidly spreading across her friend’s face. “How’d you find out?”

“I had Luke track you after you left last night.”

“Wow, talk about invasion of privacy.”

“And for good reason, why didn’t you say anything?”

Ryan flips an empty glass, dries it out before placing it on the rack and considers how to move the conversation forward, possibly far, far away from this topic all together. The best she comes up with is, “it’s handled.”

Handled ends up being a 200 square feet one room apartment Mary demands to see. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are all one in the same but at least she has her own bathroom. The walls are paper thin, she’s pretty certain the constant dripping sound is coming from the kitchen, one she can easily fix after a YouTube tutorial or two, and a hotter than hell furnace the landlord warns her not to touch when the temperature is anywhere over 60 F unless she enjoys suffocating.

She watches Mary take in the room, the petite brunette moving in a slow swirl on her heels, lip turned down and Ryan just knows it’s not good when they make eye contact.

“Nu-uh.”

“What do you mean nu-uh?” Confused, Ryan watches Mary storm past her and out the door. “Mary! Mary, what does that mean? Mary!?”

Mary breaks her housing contract. When Ryan tries to object she quickly learns that all 5’2 of Mary Hamilton-Kane is nothing to play against and a powerhouse forced to be reckoned with.

… It kind of gets Ryan hot under the collar watching Mary tell her landlord exactly what’s about to happen, and cutting a check like it's nothing in the process.

Assertive has always kinda been her type.

“You’ll be staying here.”

Mary says, showing Ryan around her penthouse in the upper echelon of Gotham City. The apartment is just shy the size of a department store, the lounge being big enough to take up most of the square footage, built in with four bedrooms, one now officially hers, one for guests and another used for office space and three huge bathrooms big enough to house a football team.

“Jesus,” the name slips under her breath as she takes it all in. This place is – is. It’s too much. “I can’t afford this.”

The carpet under her feet probably cost more money than she'll ever see in her lifetime.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking you to pay anything.” Ryan quickly gets shut down as Mary carries on, “until you can save enough money to get back on your feet. It’s the least I can do. Being this city’s vigilante is hard work. The last thing you need to worry about is where you’re going to lay your head at night.”

It makes sense, but still. “I’m not comfortable asking you - I won’t use you.”

“You’re not.” The med student emphasizes. Mary takes the box out of her hands and places it on a dresser. “My home is yours now, bestie. Stay as long as you want to.” And before Ryan can prepare herself, Mary’s arms are snug around her waist and her cover girl smile is beaming up at her.

This is going to be terrible.

It’s worse.

Far worse than Ryan could have ever predicted. Not only is Mary super considerate of her new roommate, but she makes her resources Ryan’s own. She’s never slept so good, ate so well or drank water so delicious for that matter. Until recently she thought water was just water but Mary’s fridge is full of this alkaline stuff straight from the mountains, and Ryan swears she can never look back.

“You want pickles?”

Ryan visibly gulps, sitting on the couch, eyes focused on anything other than Mary prancing around the kitchen in her underwear. Mary’s always been super comfortable in her skin but especially at home when she’s surrounded by her things in her place of peace and why shouldn’t she be, this is her home. Ryan wants her to go about as she normally would, actually prefers if Mary pretended Ryan wasn't there altogether. The last thing she wants is to intrude or take up space but she can only take so much. It’s been nearly a month of coming home to Mary asking how her day was, waking up to Mary smiling at her over homemade breakfast or passing out on the couch cuddled together after another failed movie night. There’s only so much she can take.

What they’re doing is borderline domestic. And Ryan’s too gay for this.

“…pickles?”

“Hmm – what?”

“I asked if you want pickles on your sandwich?”

"Uh, sure."

Handing her a plate, Mary plops down on the couch leaving no space between the two and licks the pad of her thumb, humming pleasantly at the taste.

Ryan bites the inside of her cheek. “So, what are we watching?”

Hopefully something gory, and bloody staring a cis-het white male. Anything to take Ryan’s mind off of Mary Hamilton.

Mary chooses Its Okay Not to be Okay on Netflix and by the end of episode 2 both girls are huddled together, simping hard for all the three leading actors. Mary is obsessed with Kim Soo-Hyun's entire face and Ryan’s pretty sure if Seo Ye-Ji stomped on her in six inch heels and dragged her through the mud, she’d thank her.

At least they can agree Oh Jung-se is a freaking king and is killing his role as Moon Sang Tae.

It's nearly midnight before they start to turn in, cleaning up the little mess they made, Ryan shuts off the lights and walks Mary to her room; the first door to the right.

“Night.”

It kind of feels like a date, which is absurd. She knows. But can you blame her when pillow soft lips press against her cheek and Mary breathes, “sleep tight, Ryan” in her ear. Its stupid. She’s being stupid, and seeing things that arent there. Or maybe she needs to get laid. Whatever she needs to do, Mary can’t be a part of it.

After weeks of failed interrogations the team finally manages to catch a break. A source looking to get out and start over leaks the warehouse location where a scheduled supply of ingredients are due to be shipped in at any day now. Niko of course makes Batwoman promise to protect him at all cost and that means working with the Crows.

“Where’s the shipment being dropped?” Sophie asks.

“Unimportant.”

The lieutenant cocks her head to the side, unsurprised at how this conversation is going. The Bat has never worked well with authority in this town, no matter who dons the emblem.

“The only thing I need is for you to make sure Niko is somewhere safe, undetected.”

“Is he at least willing to stand trial in the event you manage to catch this guy?”

“I think that all depends on if your team can keep him alive. Crow.”

The alley is dark, damp and the chill fogs Sophie’s breath as she sighs. “You're going to get yourself killed. I know you have something against my badge and everything it stands for, but it can do some good if you let it. Now, tell me where the shipment is and I can have my team there as back up in seconds. We can get this drug and these thugs off the street.”

That word makes Ryan's jaw tingle. Thug. Of course a Crow wouldn't understand that sometimes people do bad things to make ends meet, but it doesn't make them bad people. To a Crow they’re all the same and need to be locked away never to see the light of day again. Including her.

“Focus on our informant. If I need you for anything else I know how to find you.” And she’s gone, vanished in a cloud of fog.

“Nice job pissing off potential allies.” Ryan switches her coms off.

The warehouse is guarded heavily by six men up top, double the number at the bottom not including the others unloading trucks full of supplies. Photo analysis identifies them and sends the information to Gotham P.D. before she strikes.

“Hope you’re ready for this. If we’re lucky this can all be over tonight.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Taking it as his cue, Luke hits the lights covering the warehouse in complete darkness. Motion sensors switch on and Batwoman moves into action. The training her team insists she go through pans out as she’s able to take out four guys twice her size in fast compact moves. One guy goes over the railing after she cracks him in the nuts with the steel toe of her boot. His strangled whimper is heard all the way down, but hey, no one ever said this was going to be a fair fight.

The team at the bottom catches on and gun fire immediately follows, running across the bridge Ryan spreads her arms and flies through the air, her red and black cape bellows behind her as she sticks another perfect superhero landing. All at once it seems like twenty people are coming at her from all different angles but as always she's quick on her feet tying a handful of them up by their ankles and running through the rest with a non lethal taser, just enough to subdue until she can contain everyone before she starts asking questions.

“We ain’t telling you shit!”

Another guy spits on her shoe, the red of his blood splattering against her boot and she rolls her eyes. There’s no need to be nasty.

“Look, I’m trying to help you guys out here.” Spotting a pair of boobs in the corner, she course corrects, “and girls - theys? Whatever! I’m trying to help you all out here. This thing,” she holds up a box of snakebite, “is killing the community and while it may bring you all brief satisfaction, financially, what’s it going to do for your futures when you get caught, to your families?”

“Who knew the new edition of the Bat came with such a bleeding heart?”

“Well, she does. So if anyone here is willing to tell me anything that’ll point me in the right direction of your boss, I promise I can protect you, get you somewhere safe.”

From the little the authorities have been able to dig up about this gang, anyone willing to betray their leader either winds up dead or living their last days in a vegetative state. That’s why it’s so important to have Niko, no matter the length it takes to protect him, it was for the sake of Gotham.

“I said-!”

“I heard you the first time,” Ryan says, cutting him off, “And I don’t know what you’re used to but I’m only going to tell you how this is played once. I ask the questions and you give me the answers, if you don’t, have fun rotting in jail or better yet … I can let the little I do know out onto the streets.” She bends down right in front of the man and lifts his rabbit mask, exposing his face. In seconds she knows his name. “I’m sure your boss would love to know who’s ratting him out, huh, Robert Michael Humprey?”

The terror in his eyes says it all.

[13-reasons-ideas]

I love that you’re one of the few writers that will write about Monty. I don’t support what he did but I love how much of a complex character do you think you could do a imagine where the reader used to date Monty but broke up bc of his recklessness. She started dating Justin but found out he cheated on her by hooking up with Jessica. Then Monty sneaks into her bedroom window and comforts her and it’s fluffy

“I’m sorry Montgomery.”

“Why (Y/N)?”

“I just can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep watching you self-destruct. I thought that when we got together, that maybe you would stop? That you would realize that your reckless behaviour had to come to an end? You’re an adult now. Your behaviour has actual, real consequences.”

“Self-destruct? You think that’s what it is?”

“I don’t know Monty. That’s just it. You don’t let me in. I never know what is going on in your head. I get you don’t like talking about stuff, but when you’re in a relationship with someone, you’re supposed to talk to them.”

“This is stupid.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way. But you can’t sit here and tell me you haven’t seen this coming. Your behaviour needs to change. Your recklessness needs to stop. Before you do something you really regret or gets you hurt. Or worse. I just can’t be around to see it.”

“(Y/N) please. I’m trying.” He said, grabbing my hand.

“I really am sorry Montgomery. I hope you figure things out.” I smiled sadly at him before walking away, trying my damnedest to hold back tears. I couldn’t bring myself to look back.

TWO MONTHS LATER

I walked into school with my bag slung haphazardly over my shoulder, listening to a podcast on my phone. Before I could make my way to my locker, I was stopped abruptly by a blue and white jacket, causing me to stumble.

“Oof.” I grunted.

“Shit, sorry.” I heard Justin Foley, er… Jensen. Foley-Jensen? say.

“Yeah, whatever.” I replied, trying to walk away from him. Birds of a feather flock together. Same principle for jocks.

“Actually hey (Y/N). Wait up a second.”

I stopped and turned to him, “yes Justin? What can I do for you?”

“Well, when you put it that way, you can let me take you to dinner on Saturday.” He told me, rather than asked. I think I saw his chest puff out a bit.

“Uh, let me think for a minute about that.” I said, fully intending to say no. Suddenly I saw a familiar flannel shirt coming towards us. Making a show of thinking about it before responding, “pick me up at 7. I’ll text you my address.” I turned and walked away. Behind me I could practically hear Montgomery ringing Justin’s neck in his head. As I made my way to physics, I felt someone’s eyes on me. I didn’t need to turn to know who was watching.

Justin kept his word and was outside my house at 6:55 on Saturday. My mom let him in as I was grabbing my coat from my room. “Samantha is just about ready Justin, why don’t you have a seat.” I heard her say to him. Oh no, not the seat trick.

Running out of my room with my coat, I yelled, “that’s okay mom. I’m ready. He doesn’t need to sit.” When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped. “Hey Justin.”

“Hey Sam.” He waved, “you look pretty tonight.”

I giggled quietly, “thanks.” I haven’t giggled in a long time. Pulling on a pair of worn chucks, I pulled on my coat and Justin led me out to the car. “Bye Mom. Don’t wait up.”

We joked around in the car a bit on the way to the restaurant. “Wait, so you actually told Clay that you’re a ‘fucking awesome driver’ and he believed you? Clay?”

“Yes. And I am, or had you not noticed?” He confirmed, motioning to the steering wheel with one hand.

“No, no I noticed. I’m just surprised Clay agreed. It took him like eight years to acknowledge you as more than ‘that kid’ or ‘ew Justin’.”

“Well, detoxing in a guy’s bedroom can do things to your relationship.”

“You puked on his bed, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… not my finest moment. At least it wasn’t Tony’s jacket.”

“Meh, happens to the best of us. Sometimes it happens. You’re right though. If it was Tony’s jacket, he would have killed you so you were all dead.”

“As opposed to?”

“Just mostly dead.”

Justin laughed heartily at the cheesy joke, “That was a good movie.”

We arrived at the local Italian restaurant and Justin was a wonderful gentleman. He opened my door for me, and we walked hand in hand to the door, which he also opened for me. After we were seated and had ordered, we continued our conversation from the car. “So, skipping over the ‘I was friends with Bryce Walker and that was a time’ thing, who are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’ve known each other since we were in middle school and all I know about you is you’re a jock, you were friends with Bryce, you dated Jessica Davis, and you were adopted by the Jensen’s for reasons I don’t think we need to discuss too much right now.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What do you like?”

“Like in general?”

“Yes. What does Justin like?”

“Hmmm… okay. Justin likes crappy movies.”

“Okay. What else do you like?”

“Annoying Clay.”

“Well that’s a given. Something I don’t know please?”

“You.” He responded, taking a sip of his water.

I blushed, and played with a strand of my hair, “oh?”

“Yeah. Why else would I have asked you to dinner?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t want to go to a restaurant by yourself?”

“Oh, sweetie. I wouldn’t just ask you for that. I would bring Clay or something. Or put my big boy pants on and come by myself.”

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” I surrendered as our meals came. I tried to hold back a very not first date appropriate moan as I took a bite. My eyes widened instead and Justin chuckled. At least, until he had a bite of his own food. His eyes widened and rolled back slightly. Wow. That’s… wow.

After a few more bites of the wonderful food, Justin directed his attention back to me, “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you like?”

“Oh umm, I like to run.” I said simply. I usually save the absentee father thing for the third date.

“That’s cool. What do you like about it?”

“I like that I can do it by myself and its just me, whatever I’m listening to at the time, and the pavement. I can just focus on that.”

“I can understand that. What else do you like?”

“I like art.”

“I know. I’ve seen you at lunch, hunched over your sketchbook. You always look so focused.”

“It’s nice to have something specific to focus on and get an end result that lasts a lifetime.”

“Can I see some of your drawing sometime?”

“Sure. Only if you let me draw you though.”

“Like one of your French girls?”

“No, you perv. You.”

“Okay, deal.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

After dinner was done, we made a stop at Monet’s for some dessert. We split a slice of cake and a cookie before calling it a night. He drove me home and we sat in the car for a while, neither of us wanting the night to end. “I should probably head inside. It’s getting late.” I whispered.

“You should. But do you want to?” he whispered back, reaching over to turn my face towards him.

“No.” I whispered back.

“Me either.”

My eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He nodded almost imperceptibly, and I leaned in slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. They were smooth and tasted like vanilla.

I pulled away first, not really wanting to. “I should go inside now.” I whispered softly, so as not to ruin our moment.

“Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Okay.” I nodded and reached for the door handle.

“Bye (Y/N).”

“Bye Justin.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He’s really trying to drag this out.

“Bye. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and see you at school on Monday.”

“Okay.” He nodded and I took that as my queue to exit the vehicle. He waited for me to unlock the door and enter the house before leaving. I waved to him from my doorway as he backed out of my driveway and made his way home. That was perfect.

Justin called me the next day around one and we spent two hours on the phone together, just talking about random stuff. I learned of his very odd dislike of watermelon and he listened intently as I explained various art mediums. By the time Monday morning rolled around, I had a whole different idea of who Justin was. He was no longer the somewhat cocky jock. He was the sensitive boy I had only heard existed from friends of friends.

Monday morning, I decided to actually get up early and make myself look at least a little nice. I pulled out my favourite outfit, did stuff to my hair, and put on a touch of makeup. I stopped to get a coffee on my way and asked the barista what Justin’s order usually was. She was working Saturday night and saw us together, so she gave it to me readily. When I got to school, I sought Justin out and surprised him with his coffee. “Katie told me your order.” I explained at his questioning look.

“Thank you, it’s perfect.” He said, pulling me into his side and kissing the side of my head. I smiled, taking a sip of my own coffee and leaning into him.

“You guys are already cute. It’s sickening.” Clay said, giving Justin a light push. Once again, I felt someone’s eyes on the back of my head and had to resist the urge to turn to look at him. We broke up. Quit staring at me. If Clay noticed, he didn’t mention who was staring at me. Justin and I talked a bit before I had to literally run to Physics. I turned around to wave to him and I caught sight of Monty standing at his locker, looking as cranky and pissed off as ever.

Between classes, I was minding my own business, going over some biology notes, when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into an empty classroom. “Jesus. Could give a girl some warning before you grab her.” I spoke into the darkness. The sound of the door locking set my body on edge.

“I had to talk to you.” Monty said.

“Really? You had to talk to me? And you thought grabbing me and pulling me into an empty classroom was the best way to go about that?”

“Would you have given me the time of day otherwise (Y/N)?”

I was silent for a moment. “Fair point. Now what do you want? I have class.”

“I want to know why you agreed to go out with Justin.”

“Maybe because it’s a free country Montgomery?”

“That’s the worst explanation you have ever given, and you know it.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. We aren’t together anymore. I am free to date whoever I want. You are too, if you ever decide to do that.”

“You broke up with me because you said I was reckless. And now you’re dating Justin fucking Foley.”

“I think he goes by Jensen now.”

“Who gives a damn? My point is, you left me because I’m reckless, and now you’re dating someone who is equally if not more reckless than me.”

“I fail to see how a recovering addict is more reckless than you.”

“You fail to… wow. I’m shocked we didn’t break up sooner.” Okay that stung.

“Thanks Monty. That was real nice of you.”

“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“So how did you mean it?”

“Not how it sounded. But (Y/N), tell me you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again. Because we all know she will. Or until he decides to run away again.”

“Huh. I didn’t think you could make yourself seem like more of a dick than you already had. Yet, here we are. I have to go. I’m running late.”

He was silent as I pushed past him and left the room. More reckless? More reckless than beating kids up for no reason? More reckless than any of the other shit he has pulled in the last four years? How pissed in his Corn Pops this morning? I was angry but I couldn’t help but replay his last statement over and over in my head, you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again. Because we all know she will. Or until he decides to run away again. I was so distracted in biology; I missed an entire section of notes.

By the time lunch had rolled around, I had convinced myself that Montgomery was just pissed off and trying to fuck with my head, since he wouldn’t and couldn’t actually hurt me in any other way. I sat with Justin and his friends at lunch. I watched as he laughed along with them and smiled to myself. His friends included me as much as they could, but I could tell it was a little strange for them, seeing him with someone other than Jess. It’s not like I wasn’t friends with them, but with dating Monty and being so close to him, it was hard for us to hang out. Not that he kept me from them or anything, there was just a distance. It was nice to have them again. I decided to pull out my sketchbook and doodle while my friends talked amongst themselves. It wasn’t long before I had given up on doodling and had begun to draw Justin. It was a side profile and it was quick, so it wasn’t the greatest thing I had ever drawn, but it was okay. I would do better later when I had more time.

**

A few weeks after our first date, Justin invited me home to meet his folks. I had met them before because I was friends with Clay and sort of friends with Justin, but this was different. I was meeting them as Justin’s girlfriend now. For some reason I was more nervous to meet them than I was to meet Monty’s parents. Probably because you knew his dad wouldn’t like you and his mom was never really a concern for you. I pulled up in front of the Jensen house and looked up at the front window. The curtains fell back into place, so I knew at least one of the family members was waiting for my arrival.

I knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately. Justin was waiting on the other side and he pulled me in the door excitedly. “You’re early.” He commented as he pulled me into a hug.

“I noticed. Have you been waiting by the door all morning?” I asked.

“No, he made me sit and wait when he had to go to the bathroom or wanted snacks.” Clay called from the couch.

“Lies.” Justin called back.

“Not lies. Hi (Y/N).” Mr. Jensen said as he came into the living room.

“Hey Mr. Jensen. How are you and Mrs. Jensen?”

“We are good. How many times do we have to tell you, its Matt and Lainie?”

“I know, I know. Old habits die hard, is all.”

“You still like tacos?”

“Uh… yes. They are great.”

“Good, its taco night.”

“That’s great dad, we are going to my room now.” Justin exclaimed, taking my hand and leading me to the back door.

“Um, okay.” I said.

“It’s my room too.” Clay called after us.

“Welcome to my room.” Justin said as he opened the door with a dramatic flair of his arm.

“Justin, I’ve been in your room before.” I laughed as I shook my head.

“I know, but this is different. Oh, I told clay you wouldn’t sit on his bed, so you can sit on mine.”

“Okay.” I nodded and sat down. As I looked around, I noticed there was more stuff on the walls, “what do boys call the stuff on the walls?”

“Clay calls it putting shit up, I call it homing.”

“Like the pigeons?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.” There was a bit of a lull in the conversation. We had never been alone like this before.

“Did you bring your sketchbook?”

I gave him a look.

“Sorry, dumb question. Of course, you brought it.”

“I did yes. Why?”

“Can I look at it?”

“Not yet. The deal was I get to draw you and you get to look at it.”

Justin looked at his watch, “dinner won’t be for a while yet.”

“You want me to draw you now?” I asked, my brow raising.

“I mean, yeah. Why not?” he shrugged. “Where do you want me?”

I looked around the room again, deciding on an ideal spot, “well, your bed has really good natural light. I’ll grab a bar stool and sit there.”

Justin nodded and walked over, as I went to get up, he placed his hand around my arm. I looked at him questioningly before he placed a sweet kiss on my lips. I blushed as he pulled away. I will never get used to that. We changed spots quickly and I pulled a stool over. After a few directions and some time spent positioning him properly, I set to work. A bit after I started, he began speaking, “I feel like I don’t know much about you (Y/N/N).”

“What do you mean?” I asked, somewhat distracted.

“You know all these things about me, but I don’t know much about you personally. I know we were kind of friends, but you don’t really talk about yourself.”

“There’s not much to know. It’s just me and my mom. She’s a nurse and worked a lot growing up. I learned how to be pretty self-sufficient.”

“What about your dad?” He asked, moving slightly to get more comfortable.

“Never knew him. He walked out shortly after I was born. They weren’t married, so there wasn’t much to divide up when he left. Mom said when they went to court, he agreed to pay child support but didn’t want to have to be involved. Judge wasn’t thrilled when they submitted the paperwork, but my mom and her lawyer agreed to it.”

“That sucks.”

“I guess, but I never knew any different. What about you?”

“Never knew mine either. No real story. Amber is an addict, so I don’t know much.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“I had a goldfish when I was a kid. His name was Napoleon.”

“Napoleon the fish?”

“Yes. I wasn’t allowed to have a dog or anything because my mom worked so much. And so, I gave my fish a weird name.” He made an impressed sound and face.

I had gotten about half the drawing done before clay knocked on the door and opened it with his eyes covered, “Dad says dinner is ready.”

“You can open your eyes, you squeamish child.” Justin chided.

“Nope. No I’m good.”

“We will be right in.” Clay nodded in response before backing out and closing the door firmly again. I closed the book and hopped out of my seat, placing my book on the counter.

“Can I see it?” Justin asked, beckoning me over.

“Not yet. It’s not done yet.” I told him. I walked over slowly, “dinner?”

“In a minute,” he started as he took my hand and pulled me down towards him, “have something to do first.” I smiled brightly at him as he pulled me down into a kiss, straddling his lap. A moment later, I pulled away and sat back.

“As much as I would like to continue this, your dad said you were having tacos.”

He sighed, nodding, “I know. We can continue this later.”

I stood up and smirked at him. Yes we can. I walked to the door and he smacked my ass playfully. I gave him an exaggerated shocked look and he grabbed my hand as we walked through the yard to the main house.

Dinner was fun and less awkward than I expected. I had gone over many times to hang out with Clay but going over as their son’s girlfriend was different. Matt and Lainie couldn’t ask me too much because they knew a lot about me. Tacos are always a fun food for company, and Justin made fun of my topping choice playfully. Clay overfilled his and it fell apart in his hands, drawing laughs from the table. It was nowhere near as bad as I expected. I couldn’t help but compare it to the awkward dinners I would have when Monty came over for at first and my mom wasn’t sure where she stood on the idea of him. I had always refused dinner with his family, so I didn’t need to hold my tongue around his dad for too long, which he never objected to.

Once dinner was over and it was time to go, I ran back to the boy’s room and grabbed my sketchbook. It’s not that I don’t trust Justin not to look… but I don’t trust Justin not to look.Justin and I said our goodbyes much quicker than we did that first night and I texted him when I got home to let him know I was safe. The following day at school, I was surprised to find Justin waiting at my locker with a muffin.

“Stopped by work on the way this morning and picked this up for you.” I smiled and kissed his cheek as I took it, biting into the fresh baked good. A very NSFW moan left my throat before I could stop it. I looked at Justin with wide eyes and a bright red face. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of either laughing or dragging me to my car and driving to my place, education be damned. I looked down, embarrassed, waiting for the cheeky comment. When none came, I looked up at him through my lashes. I kind of miss the stupid innuendos. He was smiling wide and though he wasn’t looking directly at me, but you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you were as close to him as I was. I heard her laugh before I saw her. Jessica was walking towards us, laughing at a joke or something Alex had said. Montgomery’s words played in my head again you realize that Justin is just using you to fill the time until Jessica gets bored of Alex again, causing me to shake my head slightly to clear it. Get out of my head. You’re just jumping to conclusions (Y/N). Nothing is going on with them. Ignoring the possibilities in my head, I let Justin walk me to class. By the end of the day, any thoughts of Justin and Jessica were out of my head.  

**

Justin and I had grown closer over the past couple of months than I thought I would ever get to another person ever again. We talked about everything. Our hopes and dreams. We shared our biggest fears and most pointless phobias. He told me about what it was like when he left and how Clay had saved him. I knew he was leaving some stuff out, but I was too. Neither of us were going to pry. I told him about the time I had gotten curious and looked into finding my dad. I explained how any lead I could come up with came up dry and whenever I felt like I was getting close, something would happen to make it slip through my fingers. We talked about our favourite things and the things we couldn’t stand. It was everything a relationship should be. Then why do I feel like there is something missing? I continued to avoid Montgomery as much as I could, lest he try and give me more crap about my relationship.

On one of the rare nights it rained in our area of California, Justin opened up to me about his addiction. We were in my room and I was working on another portrait of him. He explained to me how he had started it as a way to escape the reality that he had left everything he had ever known and how it had quickly snowballed from there. He told me about detoxing at Clay’s and how the Jensen’s went out of their way to make him feel welcome in their home. He told me about relapsing and how even though they weren’t as close as they had once been, Bryce Walker had been the one to help when he got into a bind with Seth. I asked him about what happened, but he wouldn’t elaborate. He continued on and said that Bryce tried to help by giving him his old pills instead of the H he was using. I asked him about rehab and was not surprised when he said it was one of the hardest things he had ever done. “It’s still a struggle, but I have people around me who I know I can lean on and go to. So that helps on the bad days.” I nodded at him, as I finished the drawing and turned it to show him. “Woah. That’s amazing. Probably the best one yet.” I smiled at him and carefully removed it from the book, giving it to him.

“Keep it.”

A week or so later, everything changed. I walked to class the long way since the rain the past few days had stopped this morning during class. As I walked past the locker room, I heard voices that sounded suspiciously like Justin and Jessica. They seemed to be getting closer to the door and I quickly hid in an alcove. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this to Alex, Justin.” Jess said, as he opened the door for her.

“I know. (Y/N) is a really sweet girl. I just can’t get you out of my head.”

“She really is. I’ll see you after your shift tonight?”

“Yeah, Clay is going out with the new girl.”

“Great. I can’t wait.” Justin looked around to make sure no one was watching, no one he could see anyway, before he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. I gasped quietly and quickly covered my mouth. They didn’t seem to notice. As they walked away, I noticed how disheveled his shirt looked. That jerk. Oh… Monty was right. I’m such an idiot. When I was sure they were gone, I snuck out of my hiding spot and ran to class. I’ll deal with this at lunch.

Lunch came sooner than I wanted, since I had again, gotten distracted in biology. Justin was waiting for me at the entrance to the cafeteria. I ignored him as I walked up to Monty and his friends. He was mid-bite into a sandwich. “Incoming Monty.” Bryce warned. He ignored him. I tapped him on the shoulder lightly, and he finished his bite before turning to me.

“Hey, (Y/N).” he greeted, slightly confused as we hadn’t spoken since he had dragged me into a classroom a couple of months ago.

“You were right.” I spoke quietly, so only he could hear me. His brow furrowed until he looked up and saw Justin walking towards me. His face went from confused to understanding.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” Justin asked, behind me.

“I don’t know Justin, why don’t you ask Jessica?” I asked, turning to him.

“Shit. She’s mad.” Scott said. I hummed in response. Justin looked like a deer in the headlights. Before anyone could stop me, I slapped Justin across the face, drawing ‘oooo’s and ‘ahhh’s from the surrounding tables. Calmly, I picked up my bag and walked away. I didn’t walk to a table where my friends sat. I didn’t share a look with Jess or Alex. Alex is smart. He will figure it out. Instead, I walked straight out to my car and drove home.

I spent the afternoon and evening in my room, alternating between crying and trying in vain to get the image of Justin kissing Jessica out of my head. My mom was working a forty-eight-hour shift at the hospital, so I had the house to myself. I had finally started to fall asleep when I heard a familiar sound. It sounded like pebbles hitting my window. Monty. I got up and opened the window.

“Monty? It’s like… one in the morning. What are you doing here?” I whisper called down to him.

“I thought you could use some company. I brought your favourite ice cream. You get any better at catching things in the last four months?”

“I was never that bad.” I called down to him as he threw the container up to me.

“Okay sweetheart. We will go with that.” He joked as he climbed up the lattice work along the side of my house. After he was up and, in my bedroom, I decided to let him know I was home alone.

“You could have used the front door. My mom is at work.”

“Now you tell me.” he rolled his eyes playfully as he stood up and enveloped me in a hug. This feels nice. I directed him to sit in my bed as I ran to get a couple of spoons from the kitchen. We had shared enough ice cream and… other kinds of DNA to not need to worry about bowls anymore. By the time I got back, he had made himself comfortable on his side of the bed, leaving my spot open for me. We ate in silence for a while before he spoke again. “I’m sorry I was right.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.”

“No, you don’t. At the time I was just saying it to be an ass. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I do. You were right. He is reckless and it wasn’t fair to break up with you because of your recklessness, and then start dating him. I hurt you and I’m sorry Monty.”

“It’s okay, (Y/N). But there is one thing you can do if you want to make it up to me.”

“What?”

“Switch pillows with me. This one is all lumpy.”

I laughed at him as I switched pillows before cuddling up close to him. “Hey Montgomery?”

“Yes (Y/N)?”

“How would you feel about breakfast in the morning. Like out somewhere.”

“You mean like a date?”

“Exactly like a date.”

“I think that would be some of the best breakfast I’d have in a long time.” We were quiet for a while before he spoke again, “(Y/N/N)?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you want me to talk to Justin?”

“Do you mean talk to him or talk to him?”

“Just talk.”

“No, you don’t have to. I think he got the picture this afternoon. Thank you though.”

Monty and I spent the rest of the night talking and had a delicious breakfast at Rosie’s. He drove me home and came in to say hello to my mom. It wasn’t the perfect morning or the perfect new beginning, but nothing about our relationship ever was.