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Originally posted by stillthesamesarah


Pairing(s): Jeff Atkins x Reader (mentioned), Zach Dempsey x Cousin!Reader, O/M/C x Twin!Sister!Reader, Hannah Baker x Best Friend!Reader.
Requested?: N/A
Request: N/A
Warnings:  Attempted Suicide, angst, cursing
Word Count: 3378
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Reader has two siblings, a younger sister around 10-11-ish named Kaylee and a twin brother without a name. Also, this took me like over a month and I’m so sorry about that, writer’s block problems.

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Pride Month Prompts 6/30: Discovery

Fandom: Be More Chill

Relationship: RichJake


Fuckkkkkkk I had no inspiration whatsoeverrrrr. It’s hard because I love this ship but there isn’t a lot of fanfiction or art about it. There is some. But man I need to write more because this was fun, al though it took me like a week to get it done. Lets hope I can get the others done and catch up.

Rich didn’t like to think about freshman year. It was a… difficult time for him.

He had just moved after his dad re-married and his brother moving out. It was a whole new school and he knew absolutely no one. He also had that horrible lisp that even annoyed his dad. He was just… a burden to everyone.

Being introduced to the Squip that summer was like a dream come true. He had everything, no lisp. Places to go other than home. And…


Jake was probably the best thing the Squip had ever done for him. Jake was the coolest guy there was. He was nice, friendly, and handsome.

Really handsome.

But he didn’t really think that. His Squip wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t even recognize he had thought about this way about Jake. But of course, there had been… one occasion.

Rich remembered the first night Jake invited him over. Jake didn’t like to talk about his house that often. The Squip told Rich not to push it. So when he offered both Rich and his Squip thought this would do something to make them seem cooler. Being at Jake Dillinger’s house.

When Rich was invited in, he immediately took notice that the house seemed very… empty. Like there hadn’t been anyone in it for awhile. Jake himself seemed… quiet. Sure, Jake wasn’t the most… talkative on the planet. But he had this sad look in his eyes.

‘Don’t make it awkward.’ The Squip told him.

“So… what do you wanna do?” Rich asked.

The Squip groaned, 'That’s what I told you NOT to do.’

“You aren’t going to ask questions?” Jake asked.

'Well, we could. Find out, then use that to climb the-’

'No’ Rich thought to the Squip. 'Jake isn’t a bad dude. Maybe I’m fine where I am. Just… take care of my lisp and let me see if I can handle this.’

There was silence in his head but then, 'Don’t mess up kid, it was hard pulling you out from where you were before. It’ll be much harder to do again.’

'I can do this. Just be more chill.’


“Sorry, I spaced. But, no dude. That’s something you decide to tell me. Not me to ask.” Rich said.

“Really?” Jake asked.

“Well, yeah. It must be hard to think about right? Lets do something and… get your mind off it.” Rich said.

Jake smiled, it was this small smile but it still showed off Jakes only dimple. Rich couldn’t help but smile back, his heart doing a small flip.

'I don’t think that you want to keep thinking about Jake like that.’ He heard the Squip whisper.

'What do you mean?’


That night, they played video games and Rich ended up sleeping over that night. Which Rich tried not to show how grateful he was that he didn’t have to go home that night.

The only thing the Squip couldn’t improve was his family life. His step-mom didn’t really care about him and his dad became a really bad alcoholic. The best the Squip could do was help him avoid his dad. But it would eventually not work.

Meaningless to say, Rich was glad that the Squip can hide scars pretty well.

Rich didn’t know what to think though, when Jake had called him his best friend.

'Well, congratulations. You are at one of the top places in the social latter.’ The Squip told him that night.

“Yeah…” Rich didn’t know why, but when he was alone he liked to speak to the Squip directly. Made him feel a little less alone.

'What’s with the tone?’

“It just… sucks.” Rich admitted.

'What? Being popular? But that’s what you-’

“No! That… Jake is this amazing perfect guy. Thinks I’m his best friend, but I’m not even myself around him.” Rich said.

'But you are.’

“But I’m not! I just… do what would be cool, say what would be cool. Do what you want me to do.” Rich said.

'But that’s a good thing. Being cool is who you want to be. As long as you keep going, cool is who you’ll be and it will no longer be pretending. It will be apart of you.’

“But maybe I don’t want that.”

'Trust me. You do. Without me, there would be no Jake. Besides, you are having fun. You are happy right?’

“Well, yeah.”

'Then that means it’s working. You would be hopeless without me.’

“Yeah… I guess so.”

It would continue on. Rich doing stuff he really didn’t like. Having sex, bullying others, smoking.

He also did his best to not be around alcohol. His Squip wouldn’t work if he didn’t have it. And the lisp would come back, it also reminded him too much of his wasted dad. But he made an exception for Jake.

'Are you sure you want to do this?’

“I mean… it’s Jake. I know that I started talking to him because of you. But he is actually a nice guy! And if I’m his best friend, then he won’t throw me under the bus!”

'If you say so. Be warned. I can’t do anything.’

“I know.”

When he went to Jake’s for the night. Jake asked him to provide the alcohol. Which was easy for Rich to say the least. There were tons in his house. He was sure that his dad wouldn’t notice.

“Woah dude. How’d you get that much?” Jake asked when he opened the door to see Rich with his plastic bag full of beer.

'Play it off. Don’t let him know.’

“Don’t worry about it. Lets get drunk off our asses.”

After Jake let him in, Rich immediately sat on the nice white couch and dug into his bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol.

“Heads up!” He called, he tossed the bottle to Jack who, to no surprise, caught it with little to no effort.

“Thanks dude.” Jake said, opening the bottle and taking a sip.

Rich got out a bottle of his own. And with a little hesitation took a sip of his own.

It didn’t really take too long for him to get drunk.

“Dude you are fucking hysterical!” Jake and him were both lying on the couch. Laughing their heads off. “If I had known getting you drunk would have you act like this, I would’ve done it sooner!”

“Yeah bro! Let get drunk more often!” Rich tried to purposely avoid the S which just caused him to sound more drunk.

“Can you not say your Ss while your drunk or something?” Jake asked taking another swing on his second bottle.

Rich stayed silent. Trying to think of a way to get out of this.


“I can’t.” Rich confessed.

“Can’t what? Say your Ss?”

“Yeah… I have been… avoiding it. I have a…”


“No no, it'th-” Rich covered his mouth.

“What?” Jake sat up from his position. Leaning down to look at Rich. Rich could see the bright blue eyes that he rarely saw and his semi-scruffy hair, Rich kinda wanted to run his hands through it.

“C'mon, its alright. I won’t judge you.” Rich removed his hands. “Too hard.”

Rich snorted and punches his shoulder. Grinning wide, unknowingly showing off the gap in his teeth as he laughed. He looked up to see Jake staring at his mouth.

“Oh.” Rich said, he looked away embarrassed.

“No, wait. You have a lisp?” Jake asked.

“I-it only… when I’m drunk…” Rich said.

“Hey dude, it’s nothing to worry about. C'mon. Let it out.” Jake said. Man, Jake was always so nice. Non-judgemental. It was really… great. Admirable in every way.

“What sthuld I sthay?” Rich jokingly with a grin. What Rich wasn’t expecting was a deep blush to cover Jake’s face.

“H-holy shit. That's… actually really cute.” Jake said. Rich immediately felt his cheeks rise up in temperature.

“Ah! I'm…” Rich was about to apologize, jeez this is embarrassing, but he can’t without letting the lisp

“No! Don’t apologize. I mean, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. People have their quirks when they are drunk.” Jake said. “You just get a cute lisp, I bet it’ll attract all the ladies.” Jake grinned at the end of that statement.

'And the guys…’ Rich couldn’t help but think.



No, no, Rich wasn’t gay! Or bi! Or whatever the correct term would be to suddenly have gay feelings for your best friend.

Oh god.

But… looking up at Jake’s bright eyes and his perfect hair. It didn’t really seem to be a bad thing the more he thought about it.

But once Rich had gone home and went to sleep. The Squip made it seem like a dream. That it never happened. Rich couldn’t miss it because he didn’t even had known it had happened!

It was just the tipping block into everything else that began to crumble around him.

The shocks that his Squip gave him used to be far and rarely used. He has scars but he usually listened to his Squip, relied so heavily that it didn’t happen too often.

But after that forgotten night, it seemed to Rich that his Squip wanted more. More obedience. And honestly Rich had no idea why. But when he didn’t get the exact phrasing right he would get shocked. If he ever talked back.

It just got worse and worse after Rich recommended it to Jeremy. As the months drew on, he was feeling more and more scared of the Squip. He didn’t know if something was wrong with it or not but Rich just decided it was worth having to suffer through instead of his old life.

'Alone… worthless… unnoticed…’ The Squip would sometimes whisper.

The Halloween party just was the breaking point. He barely knew what he was doing, he just wanted it out! He didn’t want to hear the chanting in his ears. He didn’t want to be controlled. He wanted to be… himself.

So was it so insane that when the house burnt down and the voice stopped. That he was happy? What kind of maniac would think that?

Being in the hospital was not fun, but his brother who hadn’t seen in almost 3 years came. Brought him a teddy bear that said to get well. Rich was glad at least one person cared enough to visit him, other then blowing it up on social media about how much they missed him. As told to him by anti-social headphones kid.

That guy came in a lot for Jeremy. Were they dating? It really looked like it. But it was nice to somewhat have someone to talk to. Even though it wasn’t much. Anti-social is right.

But as Jeremy woke up, he was glad to finally express that the Squip was finally gone. Although Rich had it for much longer than Jeremy, Rich was glad someone could kind of understand.

“Now all the ladies will get to know the REAL Richard Gornaski…”

That’s when the memory came in. Jake’s eyes, his laugh, and the fact that Jake thinking his lisp was… and even…

“And the dudes… oh my god I’m totally bi!”

And that was the happiest he had been in along time.

Anxiety - Derek Luh imagine

Summary: Y/n is sick and tired of Derek’s constant high and she’s determined to get to the bottom of it.

Y/n pov

“No I’m not coming tonight I don’t feel like being in that environment tonight.”
“What are you even talking about. You my lady I need you at my show.”
“Nahh you don’t need me at your show. All you need is a little liquor and some weed and you won’t even notice I’m not there. Now if you’ll excuse me.-”
“I ain’t excusing shit, you better not hang up on me.”
“Bye Derek!” I say ending the call.

Delany just walked into the room with two cups of tea and putting one in front of me.
“What was that about?” She asks while sitting next to me.“ At the Same moment my phone goes off and I see it’s Derek again. I send him to voicemail.

“it’s hard being with Derek.” I say sighing and putting my phone away.
“I know he can be a handful.” She says laughing and I shake my head while trying to keep the tears from falling.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” Delany asks me worriedly and I shake my head again.
“No, no I know you don’t like to interfere with me and Derek’s relationship I respect that.”
“Well you’re obviously really upset. Just tell me what’s wrong Y/n.” Now it all becomes too much and I burst in tears.
“I don’t know what to do Delany. I love him so much but I just don’t feel happy with him like I used to.”
“I know it isn’t my place to nag about this because I knew exactly what I signed up for when I started dating him but it’s all just so much.”
“I just.- When me and him are together and just laying in bed talking laughing… I feel like we’re the same person. I’m the happiest then because I have him with me and I feel loved and… I always try to keep him in bed as long as possible because I know when he wakes up the first thing he’ll do is smoke and then everything changes.”

“I never knew you had a problem with his smoking.”

“Because at first I didn’t. But now we’ve been together for three years and I can see a future with him. I can picture marrying him and having his children but this weed addiction is always gonna stand in the way of that.”

“Why do you think that though? I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

“Okay I don’t mean to offend you or your brother in any way but right now he’s not fit to be a father. ”
“What? Derek loves kids!”
“I know he does but it takes a little bit more than that to raise kids. He has to actually care. And you can say whatever you want but he doesn’t care about anything when he’s high, which is like a good 80 percent of the day.” I spit out and Delany looks at me and shakes her head.
“I get where you’re coming from but you’re wrong saying he doesn’t care about anything. He’s the most loving person I know. No one on this earth loves me as much as he loves me. And I know he loves you too. He’d never want you to feel this way.”

“I don’t know what to do. I want us to grow together and it just seems like we’re staying in the same place.”

“I’ll talk to him okay.” Delany says while holding onto my hand.
“No, no it’s okay really.”
“It’s not okay. I want that for my brother Y/n I want him to have a family and be happy and he can’t lose you. I won’t let him.” She says and pulls me into an embrace.
I nod.
“Thank you for caring.” I whisper in the crook of her neck.
“I’ll always care Y/n. You’re my family.”


Delany pov

“Lil sis! I’m glad you could make it out here!” Derek says with a smile while embracing me.
“Of course D. You know I wouldn’t miss it.”
“I gotta go smoke before I go on but I’ll speak to you after aight?”
“Yeah, sure.” I say while hugging him tight.
“Good luck out there. I’m proud of you.” I whisper in his ear earning a smile that warms my heart. I go backstage and help the boys set up the merchandise for the fans to buy before and after the show.

After the show

“You did great D!” I say and he takes me into his embrace.
“Ew, you’re all sweaty” I say laughing and he laughs too while wrapping his arms around me tighter.

“Thanks Lil sis” he says while letting go of me. Kevin creeps up in him and pushes him hard causing him to stumble.
“You did it man!” He yells loudly and all of the other guys huddle together and start pushing eachother. I know that’s how they show love so I just laugh and step back.

“I’ll be handling your merch while you take pictures aight? I’ll meet you backstage after.”
“Aight Lil sis, see you in a bit.


"Things are changing man.” He sighs and takes a sip of the liquor in his cup. With his other hand he’s texting and by the look on his face I know it’s Y/n.
“Are you texting Y/n? I ask and he nods.”
“We been fighting a lot lately.”
“She told me how she felt about you today.” I say and he looks up at me while putting his phone in his pocket.
“I don’t think she can handle the lifestyle Derek. She’s really trying but she’s talking about you being distant because of the weed.”
He sighs and runs his hand trough his hair.

“I mean I don’t wanna be high all the time anymore. I know it bothers her and I don’t wanna do that to her but without the drugs… I don’t even know who I am man. I only feel like myself when I’m high off my ass and I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore.” He answers closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch. I take his hand in mine.
“Derek you should do what makes you happy.”
“FUCK Delany I don’t know what makes me happy!” He says and takes his hand out of mines.
“Sorry it’s just…”
“I get it Derek, but let me just be upfront with you. Y/n is the real thing. I’m telling you, you’re not going to meet a girl that’s down for you like she is. She genuinely cares for you and it hurts her to see you like this. Shit, it hurts me to see you like this. You have this amazing life and these amazing fans and it’s like you’re always too intoxicated to realize it.”
“Shit’s just harder when I’m sober.” He answers with a raspy voice and a tear slips down his cheek. Derek is never the one to get emotional the only person who really gets to see him like this is me. I don’t even think he trusts Y/n enough to be this vulnerable around and that’s a real problem. All I want is for my brother to be happy but he’s making it so hard on himself. I wipe his tears away with my thumb and take him in my arms just comforting him.
“I know it is. These are just things you need to overcome but you will. Just know I love you and I’m always here for you and so is Y/n. Let her in. She’s the one Derek ”
“I know she is. But all the people I’ve let in stabbed me in the back.”
“Sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith brother.”


Derek POV

“Y/n!” I yell while walking into our apartment. When she doesn’t answer I walk over to our shared bedroom.
“C'mon Y//n. I know you not really asleep.” I say with a smirk on my face.
“Aight you wanna just ignore me?” I ask. Still nothing. I walk over her and start leaving kisses on her cheeks to the crook of her neck.. still nothing. I smirk and blow cold air into her ear and she flinches and starts giggling.
“Derek!” ex yells while pushing me. And I start laughing too.
“You know better than to fool me.” She lifts her head from her pillow and looks me in the eyes.
“You’re sober.” She says surprised and I grin.
“Can you please cuddle me?” She asks pouting and I don’t have to think twice before taking off my clothes and getting into bed with her.
It stays quiets between us as I wrap my arms around Y/n and letting my hands rest on her ass. I squeeze it hard making her giggle again.
“How was your show?”
“It was good. The whole thing was packed and the fans were really turnt.”
“I’m sorry I missed it.” She mumbles softly and pecks my chest.
“Nah that’s okay. What’s on your mind though babygirl?”
“Lately I’ve just been thinking. About us and what I want in life.”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s you Derek. It’ll always be you.” She whispers and nuzzles her face into my chest.
“But I also want children. And I want to get married, live in a big ole house with you, our kids and eight dogs."  She says and I grin.
"I know you do. And I promise you I’ll give you all that and more.”
“I don’t know if that’s even possible. I don’t know if I could still be with you and have your children when you’re always coming in late and when you are you’re high off your ass. And I know how hard you work to provide for me and our future but I can’t help but feel I’m losing you.”
“You’re not losing me babe.”
“I know but I can’t help but feeling like you don’t care. Like you’re trying to escape me by getting high.”
“Nah that’s not it babygirl. Trust me, I care. I care so much I can’t even think straight cause all I do is worry. And then my worry turns into fear. And after that It just becomes paranoia.” I softly answer. I hear Y/n’s breath getting heavy and and she puts a hand against my cheek.
“Baby look at me.” I look her in the eyes and I can see her eyes getting glossy with tears.
“Do you suffer from anxiety?” She asks me and I close my eyes.
“Please baby, can you please just look at me?” She repeats herself and when I do I can’t stop the tears from falling either. I don’t have to answer her, when I look her in the eyes I know she knows. She wraps her arms around me tighter and now takes me into her embrace, us crying together
“Why didn’t you ever tell me D? I wouldn’t have let you dealt with this alone. I would have been there.”
“I just have trouble opening up to people you know this.”
“Yeah I do but I thought you trusted me.”
“I didn’t want you to lose trust in me. I don’t want you to worry about me relapsing or anything like that.”
“Derek I’ve never doubted you. I know the last thing you want is to go back to that place and you need to find help before you do.” I shake my head. This is what I was scared of.
“I can’t do that. If they give me medication I’ll just become addicted to the drugs. I’m self medicating, and it’s working.”
Y/n sighs and places a kiss on my temple.
“I love you.” She whispers and rubs her thumb on the back of my hand.
“I love you too.” I say lacing my fingers through her.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do to fix it, but I promise you I will. I just need you to be a little bit patient with me baby.” I whisper.
She sighs.
“I promise I’ll be there. Please just don’t shut me out anymore. I’d never leave you Derek you’re stuck with me.” She says chuckling which causes me to laugh.
“Aight.” I answer while Y/n moves over to straddle while grabbing my cheeks with both hands.
“I luhhh you.” Y/n whispers in my ear making me chuckle and grab her by her waist, running my hands up and down her sides before letting them rest on her ass.
“You really are my down chick ain’t you?” I ask smiling up at her and she grins.
“I gotchu.” She answers and wraps her arms around my neck pulling me into a tight embrace.
A/N: So this is my very first Derek Luh imagine ever so I’m still getting to know his character. Please let me know what you thought about it and if you liked it olease give it a heart and reblog.


Originally posted by natexsk8

Hitorijime My Hero 1x04 | Jesy's ramblings
  • Kousuke and Asaya’s sister (already forgot her name) just go and talk about the relationship of their little brothers. Why the fuck not, right? XD
  • “Oh! Got a special someone waiting for you at home with dinner, huh?” I bet that’s Settie
  • And it really is Settie ;)
  • “Don’t you get bored just lounging around with me on your lap all day?” And suddenly, Kensuke was more of a pet than a lover ;)
  • “Not Setagawa again…He’s all you ever talk about.” Jealous Boyfriend alert!
  • “Then will you let me do whatever I want ‘til I feel better?” Freakin’ devil!
  • “Now get undressed.” *dirty thoughts*
  • “Come with me to the bathroom.” WOW ASAYA!
  • Wtf Asaya…
  • “Shh! It’s the demonic love birds.”
  • Master Chef Settie
  • “Did he just “tsk” me?“ Yes. Yes, he did.
  • "What’s the guy we rescued doing here?” Flashback? Where?
  • “I kept seeing him follow you around so I invited him over!” STALKER!
  • “Have you picked up another stray, Ken? First Sasa, then Masahiro…” Kensuke really has a knack for this kind of thing, huh
  • Asaya is making The Yandere Face™ again D;
  • Asaya. Please stop intimidating Settie!
  • “C'mon, Hasekura, don’t bully him.” LOOK! Even your boyfriend agrees!
  • “Watch your butt.” That’s the best line I’ve ever heard in an shounen ai/yaoi anime!
  • “What am I gonna do with these guys…” I’m pretty sure everyone who watches this anime wonders the same thing, Kousuke
  • "You make an exellent papa for Ken-tan and a highly efficient house wife.”
  • “Are you sure you should be letting a student pick your test questions?”
  • That look Asaya was making tho. He probably knows something’s up. 
  • Kousuke calling Asaya “pretty boy” seems just sooo wrong XD
  • “Hasekura might be a little crazy, but if he can make Ooshiba laugh like that, I guess he’s alright.” Settie is honestly best bud!
  • “Ooshiba’s kinda special to me, I guess.” BROMANCE
  • “And you too, Kousuke.” Awww
  • He loves petting his head, doesn’t he?
  • “Then I started to feel like all my fears would disappear. As long as I had you around, Kousuke. That’s why…” IS THAT A CONFESSION I SMELL?
  • Aaaaand Hasekura’s still a dick…

Asaya: I’ll stop.
Kensuke: Stop what?
Asaya: Being mad at Setagawa.
Kensuke: Wh-what? Do you mean that, Hasekura?!
Asaya: Mhm.
Kensuke: Really? Smart decision!
Asaya: I mean, even if I leave him alone, he’ll still be…
Asaya: …still be miserable.

  • “You envied them, didn’t you?” Who wouldn’t?
  • “I thought it was cute how attached you got and I kept you too close, I’m sorry.” HOE! NO! DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!
  • “I’m saying…that even if you feel that way, I can’t return those feelings.” Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my heart breaking!
  • “See, that look on your face…It’s screaming out: "I want you to break me, to screw me.”.“ LIKE YOU’RE ONE TO TALK ASSHOLE!
  • "If anybody knows the answer, I’d love to know…why it is that humans get so hung up that they want to run away and forget about everything?”
  • “Just because Ooshiba and Hasekura are like that doesn’t mean I am too!” But you are like that, my dear child.
  • “You damn old man!” LOL
  • And there is his mum with some guy, AGAIN
  • “Am I gonna lose it again? My place to belong…” Another heartbreak!
  • Purple panties?!
  • Settie is so innocent
  • Tackle out of nowhere…
  • Settie the panties stealer
  • “What’ll it be? Go home? Come to my place?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Aaaaand you fucked up Kousuke
  • “He’s crazy strong in a fight, he’s smart, people are drawn to him, he can pull through any situation with a smile…I just wanted to be like him.“
  • “He gave someone like me a place to belong.“ It always breaks my heart when people or characters think they aren’t worth anything ._. Every life has a purpose.
  • Asaya? I know you’re a sadist but please leave Settie alone…
  • And now Settie is a god damn Shōjo protagonist
  • Shiiiit. Aren’t these the fangirls?
  • Well, Satou (the blue haired girl) either has a crush on Settie or is just super nice in general. Either way, I think she’s kinda cute :3
  • Do you feel that Kousuke? The jealousy? You do? Good! You deserve it!
  • “I just need to move on.” Like that’s really gonna work…
  • Kousuke. You’re a fuckin’ prick
  • “If you can’t return the feelings then just leave me alone!” Ohh? I thought you said you were actually “normal“, Setagawa 
  • “See you later. Hurry up and find a girlfriend.” OH NO YOU DIDNT!
  • Seems like we’re getting a lot of backstory next week!
  • And is it just me or are my posts getting longer each episode? :O


I’m gonna change the title from “My Highlights” to “Jesy’s ramblings” and continue to watch and ramble ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

Can i request: Mysme everyone finds out mc is pretty good at drawing, then MC requests them to draw her. Im curious... how would they draw her hahahahah ?? 😂

Draw..Such a good thing to do (Oh man, i need to draw again)
Sorry for this lol

Hope you like it!

Please feel free to send me a feedback, if this is NOT what you wanted, I’ll do it again in no time!
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My requests are still open! Please feel free to send your request.


  • “Wow, MC!You drew this?”
  • No, it was a freaking ghost
  • Stupid question
  • “Can you teach me?” This is so typical
  • Yoosung always want to learn things, but he’ll give up after 3 hours
  • “Draw me first and then I’ll think about teaching you”
  • Looks fair
  • He picks the paper and starts to draw
  • It’s about one hour since he began
  • Maybe he’s secretly an artist?
  • “DONE”
  • You pick up the paper, really curious
  • It was literally a stick with hair
  • It doesn’t even have a mouth!
  • “I think teaching you, it’s a good idea..”


  • You drew him
  • He’s so surprised, like MC THIS IS ART, A TRUE ART
  • “Where did you get to draw like this?”
  • “I don’t know…Practice?”
  • He picks up the pencil and a paper
  • “Zen what are you doing?”
  • “I will return the favor princess, i will draw you”
  • You laugh, this man is crazy
  • “You know how to draw?”
  • “I’m good at everything”
  • Okay then
  • After some 8 minutes, he gives you a paper
  • It’s a stick figure too, but this time with a princess dress, a pink dress
  • It’s cute
  • You laugh 
  • “I’ll treasure this.”


  • While you were drawing, she’s looking
  • She is just amused, you’re really good at this
  • “Can you do Zen?”
  • Stop it
  • “Jaehee, why you don’t give it a try?”
  • She doesn’t think this is a good idea, but you convince her
  • She starts to draw, after some minutes, she’s done
  • It’s not that bad, it’s a simple drawing, if she practices a little, she’ll be as good as you!
  • “Jaehee, you’re not good at what?”
  • “Sleep”
  • This makes sense


  • YES
  • He keeps looking at your drawings, really happy about all of this
  • “Seven, want to give a try?”
  • “I don’t think so MC” he laughs
  • “C'mon Seven, try, but try your best!”
  • He gives up, he’ll try
  • He picks up the pencil and starts to do something
  • Looks like he’s just shitting on the paper
  • Doing random things
  • After 1 minute he was done
  • “DONE”
  • He’s fucking Picasso
  • In one fucking minute?


  • He can’t see that well
  • But he knows that you’re doing a good job
  • You’re happy about it
  • And you will always be better when you’re happy about it
  • I wish this was true
  • You give him a pencil and a paper and say a little “Try it out”
  • V can see a little…But not enough to draw
  • He has a bad handwriting, i expect this
  • When he finishes, is just a bunch of scribbles
  • He asked how he was
  • You say “Good…”
  • “It’s a bunch of scribbles?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • “I knew it.”


  • “You’re good at it”
  • And that’s it
  • Stop eating ice cream
  • “Make me”
  • Then you drew you and him, wait for the best part…
  • Eating ice cream
  • BOOM
  • He loves it, he wants to put it on the wall
  • “Saeran why don’t you try drawing a bit?”
  • “Can i draw death people?”
  • “No”
  • “Killing people?”
  • “No”
  • “Ice cream?”
  • “Yes”
  • “Ok then”
  • While he was drawing you go to the kitchen to drink some water
  • When you’re back, he hasn’t drawn at all
  • “Where is the ice cream that you supposed to draw?”
  • “I ate it.”
  • HAHA
  • Go with your brother. You two deserve each other.


  • He loves everything that you do
  • He supports you in everything
  • But this?You’re so talented
  • You need your arts to be in some exhibition
  • STOP
  • He’ll not stop talking about it
  • Until you requested that he make a drawing
  • He says that he’s not good with it
  • But he’ll do it
  • He’ll put a lot of passion in it, since you requested him
  • He made you, like a chibi you, with cat ears
  • You don’t know how he made this.But you know one thing…
  • It’s so cute!
  • “I will send this and make a profit out of it”
The Email (Part 3)

Word count: 1,800-ish

Sam X Reader

Reader’s closest friend was brutally murdered and there was only one person she could turn to, her best friend-Sam. But here’s the twist, she has never seen Sam. For 15 years now she has been writing and receiving letters/ Emails from her best friend without knowing what he does or even looks like. Does she like him? Maybe. But what happens when she finds herself falling for this other beautiful man she has just met?

Warning: Death, Angst, Sam fluff

A/N:Thank you so very much for all the messages, comments and asks! The response has been overwhelming. I love you guys, you are seriously the best. I have to thank my beautiful Beta @sdavid09 for putting up with me. (Lately I am starting to live for your comments on the drafts.) _

This Part is kind of the mid-season finale for the series. Only two more parts left for this mini-series to end. @coyotesmate​, thank you for pointing out a few obvious things in the last part, I sorted it out in this one. @grace-for-sale​ don’t kill me after reading this.

Catch up:  Part 1, Part 2

All the love, Ana :*

Ella was smiling at you, coaxing you to meet Sam after all. “Go on, call him,” she was saying. You were blushing furiously while looking down at your hands. All of a sudden there was a blood-curdling scream and you looked around to see Ella’s body lying on the floor, mutilated and mauled. But the one thing that was haunting you was the sheer terror in her dead eyes.

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Blank Canvas

Summary: Dan is an extremely talented but unrecognized tattoo artist, his body a black and white masterpiece. Phil, on the other hand, has everything against tattoos. When he’s dragged along to his sister’s addition to her collection of ink, he realizes that perhaps turning one’s body from a blank canvas into a work of art is something to find beautiful instead of repulsive.

a/n: it’s been forever since i’ve written anything so i’m so sorry for the shit context it’s just, i had this idea at 3 in the morning and had to write it (also sorry for the overload of mcr i was listening to famous last words and well everything just kinda happened)

um, this won’t be a long fic in any way. i’m maybe planning to have no more than around twelve chapters?? idk. it’ll be short, that’s all i know (mainly because i’m just really rusty and haven’t actually finished a fic in a while)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: tattoos, swearing

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Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: angst/romance (NSFW)  YOONGI X GANG BOSS!READER

Chapters: 7

Status: Ongoing

Notes: (( “~~~” stands for time skip))

  “Yoongi never thought he’d get himself into this. It was just a kid, what changed him so much?”

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  On a chilly night in Seoul, the boys thought it would be nice to go out to a karaoke bar and forget about all the stress from their current jobs and of all the drama happening, that is, everyone but Yoongi. 

   If it was up to him, he would’ve stayed home and taken a nice bath with that galaxy bath bomb he bought and the scented candles he got from a co-worker. But since they literally dragged him out of his apartment what was he to do? He could be all pissy and grumpy, but what good would that be for his stress level, so he decided to try to have fun.

Don’t look behind.

  Yoongi thought to himself that he should’ve dressed up a bit more, but since he was being dragged he was only able to grab his leather jacket from the hanger on the door. 

‘I’ll get them next time…I’m not gonna freeze and let them off the hook..fucking assholes’.

  As much as Yoongi would insult them, he really did care a lot about them. He’s known Namjoon since they were kids, they met Jin in their last year of highschool, then in their 2nd year of college they met Hoseok and he introduced them to Jimin and Taehyung, and they met Jungkook through them as well for he worked at a cafe close by. 

   Even if he didn’t know them like he knew Namjoon and Jin, they still felt like brothers to him. Namjoon and him have been in the underground music industry, with Hoseok coming from time to time. His true occupation was a dance teacher at a dance studio with Jimin and Jungkook in his classes. 

  They worked at a cafe with Jin and Taehyung worked as a cashier at a grocery store. They were paid ok, enough to live, so they weren’t complaining.

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Newt Imagine #124: Ready To Run?

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes


You were getting ready with Minho and Thomas to go into the Maze. “You ready Y/N?” Minho asked as he fixed his backpack.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, man.” You said in a serious tone.

Suddenly a knock came to the door, “You shanks ready?” It was Newt, your boyfriend.

“Shit!” You whisper.

The boys looked to you, “you haven’t told him?!” Thomas almost shouted.

“I needed time!” You whisper back in the same tone.

“Well, it looks like now would be the best time.” Minho huffed.

You smack his gut.

“Hello?” Newt asked again. “You bloody shanks ready?”

“Yeah man.” Minho looked at you.

Both boys walked up to the door, and you hid behind Thomas, hoping Newt wouldn’t see you.

Okay, so ever since you and Newt became a couple, Newt didn’t want you running in the Maze anymore, fearing he would lose you, so for the past two years you had been helping in the Gardens and in the kitchen. But you didn’t like it. Yeah cooking with Frypan was fun, and being with your boyfriend all day was great, but you really wanted to feel the rush of blood pump through your veins as you ran here and there helping find a way out. You missed being a runner.

So today your buddies, Thomas and Minho, told you they would let you run with them, only if you got Newt’s permission. Knowing he’d say no, you lied to the guys and told them yes. That was until now when Newt was on the other side of the hut knocking, about to walk in and see your bright red face. When the door opened, you stood behind Thomas, acting like a shadow.

“Ready?” Newt asked.


“Good that.” He said, and waited for you to come out.

Of course he knew you would do this, he wasn’t stupid!

When Thomas walked out you followed his footsteps only to be stopped by Newt. “Are you bloody kidding me right now?!” He half laughed.

“Shit.“You whisper to yourself.

“Shit, is right. You’re going to get a lot of it if you don’t put that stuff back.” Newt folded his arms.

“But Newt! I love it!” You whine as you kept an eye on the doors, eyes switching here and there. “I love the rush it gives me! I like beating my brothers at their own game! It’s relaxing!”

“Relaxing?!” He huffed, “you call running away from death relaxing? That’s pretty ridiculous if you ask me.” He folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

“To you it is, but to me…it encourages me to help find us a way out. Newt I love you, but I also love running and I want us to get out of this freaking place. I want to see the world, I want to raise a family with fresh air and more color. I want us to be happy!” You say, looking at him.

He looks at you, seeing the gleam in your eye as you said it. “Fine, but you better come back.” He said as he walked up to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, “I need to see that your okay. And I want that too. I want what’s best for us. And we’ll get it.” He said as he kisses you.

You both smile into it and pull apart, “now go.” He playfully patted your butt. You giggle and take off.



Time passes and both boys arrived; without Y/N. Newt began to worry. “Where is she?!” He shouted as the boys huffed and puffed as the fell to the ground.

“She…got…lost…” Minho said.

“She what?!” Newt sprung.

“She…went a…different…way…and…got lost.” He breathed again.

“How could you let this happen?!”

“She helped…kill…the griever…Newt…” Thomas replied back this time.

“Is she okay?” He panicked again.

“She seemed…alright…” Minho said as he slowly got up.

Thomas did too, “yeah…Newt…she’ll be fine…she’s the best out of the three of us.” He said.

Newt wanted to believe the guys, but he couldn’t. He was too scared. No one ever lived another day in the Maze. No one.

It was the next day and Newt decided to search for his girlfriend. He along with Minho and Thomas, searched for her, but it seemed like she…disappeared. No blood tracks, no clothes left behind. Nothing. Nothing to show she was dead or alive. It scared the living day lights out of him. What had happened to her?


Newt had grown sad through the time. He wanted to know what happened to Y/N. He needed to know. And of course Thomas sort of granted that wish. He had gotten most of the guys out of them Maze, losing some friends along the way, even Chuck. Y/N’s favorite baby boy. Her other little brother. It was a sight to see.

After a helicopter ride to the sanctuary, the guys ate and showered. Newt still didn’t feel very good. He wanted to know what happened to his disappearing girlfriend. Was she dead? Did a griever eat her whole that it didn’t leave any evidence? Did she escape and betray them all? He needed to know.

The people who saved you from WCKD gave the guys a room to be in for the night, and for some reason Newt couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was Y/N. Trying to answer his own questions with logic reasons.

The next morning was the same. The only difference, Thomas grew suspicious and his new friend Aris helped him out. The boys figured out that this was indeed WCKD’s doings and decided to escape. But something told Newt that Y/N was suddenly safe, like she was there, in the sanctuary. But…where?

“We need to find Teresa.” Thomas said as they escaped their room from the vents. So they went.

Newt followed Minho, Frypan, and Thomas and bumped into one of the nurses. She of course led them to the room where Teresa was, and Y/N, happened to be there too. It shocked Newt.

Each boy waking up their loved one.


You were woken up, “Y/N,” you heard a British voice crack.

Your eyes fluttered open and you saw a cute blond boy staring at you with massive tears in his eyes.

“Y/N, baby. It’s me Newt. C'mon, we need to leave.”

You were confused. “W-who are you?”

The guys, even Teresa, your best girlfriend, looked at you in shock. They all stared at you and Newt.

“Y/N, love. It’s me, Newt. Your boyfriend, remember?”

“I-I don’t know…” You trail off.

Suddenly banging from the other side of the door continued, “I-I’ll explain everything later. We need to leave.” The boy said teary eyed.

You didn’t respond, but went along with it. Newt helped you up and through the shattered window and you all escaped.


You all followed Teresa into a mall. While the guys were arguing, you tried to process what the actual fuck was going on. Teresa, the girl standing next to you tried talking to you, “do you remember me?”

You looked at her, “um, am I supposed too?”

She nodded, “I was kinda hoping so. My names Teresa. I was the only other girl in our Maze? Do you remember the Maze?”

Suddenly a little piece came back, “y-yeah. I remember the maze.” You say.

“Okay, so do you remember any of these guys?” She said pointing to the group of bickering boys.

You looked at each and every one of them. Another memory came back. Frypan, Winston, Minho, Thomas, even the little guy standing in the back, who’s name you didn’t catch, you only remembered his face, but the Brit, you couldn’t place your finger on him. He noticed you looking his way and he began to tear up and looked away. It made you feel sad that you couldn’t remember the boy.

The boys finished arguing and walked back to you and Teresa, “any luck?” Thomas asked.

“Not sure.” Teresa replied.

They looked at you, “do you remember me?” Winston asked.

You nod yes, leading the boys to cheer. One down a couple more to go. When you got to Newt, you nodded no. You could see the anger in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry…Newt.” You apologize.

The guys patted his back and you all continued your escape to the Right Arm. You walked ahead, standing right next to Newt. Unknowingly he would look at your hand and tried to touch it, maybe, hoping it would tigger a memory. He latched his hand with yours and interlocked it with his. You hesitantly let go and put both your hands in front of you, leading Newt to sadden real quickly. More tears formed in his eyes. You felt so bad for him. You desperately wanted to remember him. He was definitely a huge part of your life.

You all continued walking and found some stuff. While Thomas and Minho searched elsewhere, you, and the rest of the gang searched there. You were with Teresa looking at all the small trinket of things and old photos of families. You saw her smile at a photo of parents with their little girl. That’s when it hit you.

You remembered the last conversation you had with him. With Newt. Your boyfriend of two years. You remember hiding behind Thomas just to get out of the hut, only to be caught red handed by your man. You remember telling him that you wanted to escape the Maze and find a better life for the both of you. You remembered the last kiss you both shared before he playfully patted your butt and you running off behind Thomas and Minho. Then you remembered them. WCKD. They snatched you away as soon as you killed the griever. You tried calling for your brothers, but they put you to sleep as soon as they caught you. WCKD erased your memory again.

You looked to Teresa, “I remember!”

Her head snapped to you, “what?”

“W-where’s Newt?”

She smiled, “back there.”

You ran the way she pointed. There he was, searching for other things. You ran up to him and hugged him from behind, shocking him. He turned around, “uh…”

“I-I remember! Newt! I remember you!” You cry.

His eyes begin to water. He cupped your face and looked you in the eye, then kissed you.

Kissed you like he hadn’t in years. His arms wrap around your waist and pulls you closer. He pulls away, “what happened to you, love? How did you escape the Maze? Why didn’t you come back?” He bombarded you with questions.

You explained everything to them. And towards the end, you all were interrupted by Thomas and Minho yelling. You all looked their way. Newt grabbed your hand and interlocked and looked at you one last time, “Ready to run?” He smirked.

You nod smiling. You were so ready.


A/N: Finally, here it is. Thank you thecaptainsflowercrown for this request. Honestly, I’m so sorry, this is EXTREMELY late. But I hope you still enjoy it. I might do a part 2 to this depending, let me know what you guys think! Thanks again<3

Prompt: Could I have one where the reader and Pietro get drunk and get a bit handy and Tony walks in on them kissing and the next morning, he keeps making innuendos and he convinces then to confess that they like each other? Your writing is amazing btw!

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, mentions of sex


“We Should Do This More Often”

You didn’t drink.

You never saw the point of it really. People said that it made them feel free, more relaxed and able to express themselves better. 

But it made you uneasy to think that your sober thoughts could be spoken, and you didn’t know what kind of drunk you were either.

What if you were messy? 

Or mean? 

Or overly affectionate?

You weren’t willing to take the risk of finding out.

So you didn’t drink. 


That was of course, until tonight. 

You had been recruited by the Avengers two months ago. You lived a fairly normal life, but your abilities were anything but. Teleporting had it’s pros, but a lot of cons if misused. Which is exactly how the Avengers and many other agencies had found you. In the end though, you decided to join the Avengers. They had a point in saying your powers could be used for so much more than making sure you caught the bus on time, you could save lives and make the world a better place. Now, you helped people daily and had a fantastic group of friends, a family even.

So when Tony had decided to take everybody to the local club, on him; you didn’t refuse. 

What could go wrong? It was just a night for everybody to have a little fun. 

Besides, you could just have some water or a pop right? 

“Wrong” said Clint, shaking his head. 

“So wrong! You’re how old? And you’ve never had a drink? Kid, how is that even possible?" 

You shrugged your shoulders "I just never saw the intrigue I guess”.

Currently, everyone was crammed into a large red booth, the night just getting started. 

“My brother and I have rarely gotten so as well. Not that we really had the chance anyway” confessed Wanda, to which Pietro nodded.

“What’s wrong with kids now a days? You’re all in your prime! Live a little!” Encouraged Tony 

“tell you what, I’ll be right back” he said as he walked into the crowd of people dancing. 

“I really don’t see the big deal in this” you confessed

“Don’t mind them Y/N. You should’ve seen their reactions when they found out the twins didn’t know how to drive” said Natasha with a smirk. 

“You should get on that though you two, it’s needed for a lot of missions” Steve instructed 

“We will” promised Wanda.
“-alright kiddos! Here you go!” You heard a voice say.
Turning, you saw something you definitely didn’t see coming. 

There was Tony Stark with two large trays of shots.

“HOLY SHIT TONY!” You exclaimed 

“No need to yell Y/N. I’m just introducing you kiddies to the wonderful world of alcohol” he smiled.

“There are what, 40 shots? I am not indulging in that much of your drink Mr.Stark” Pietro said firmly 

“Chill speedy, and don’t be greedy. This isn’t all for you guys. Couldn’t forget about my other dear friends!” He exclaimed as he passed two shots to the assassins, the solider, and his so called ‘science bro’.  

“Tony-” you started 

“C'mon Y/N, just try one! It won’t kill you”


“May I have one?” Wanda asked tentatively 

Pietro looked at her questioning. You weren’t sure if it was because of her powers or their natural twin understanding but after a moment of looking at each other Pietro nodded and turned to Tony

“Me as well Mr.Stark” he said.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Look at you kids, growing up” he said as he passed them both a shot.

“Y/N?” Asked Pietro, glancing at the shots on the tray.

“Oh, no I’m fine thank you” you denied.

“C'mon kid” urged Clint.

You sighed exasperatedly, there was no reasoning with these people. You really didn’t want a drink. But shots were small anyway, if you just had one maybe they’d leave you be for the rest if the night. After a few moments in thought, you grabbed a shot from the tray.

“Yes! Now the party has begun!” Exclaimed Tony

“Cheers!” He said as everyone clanked their glasses together and downed their shots.

You had been around alcohol long enough to know that when doing a shot, you couldn’t go slow. So before you could convince yourself otherwise, you shot your head back and downed the liquor.

Boy, did that burn. 

But the tingling in your throat after the fact was…questionable.

You smirked slightly, that wasn’t as bad as you had expected.

You looked across the table to see how the twins were reacting.
Wanda was coughing up a storm and Pietro patting her back gently, obviously not as bothered by the strength of the shot than his twin. Clint was laughing his head off at the whole ordeal.

“What’d you think Y/N?” Asked Steve politely

“It was..well, it wasn’t as bad as I expected” you confessed, trying hard not to smile. Maybe you were slightly wrong. 


But you stood firm on your mission. You would not get drunk.


Okay, maybe you were a little drunk.

In all honesty, you blamed Tony. After your first shot, he convinced you to have one more. Which in retrospect wasn’t that all bad, but it definitely allowed you to justify the four more you ended up having. 

The good news was you didn’t feel very different, just a slight buzzing in your head and a little more love for the world. 

The bad news was you weren’t sure if you would really be able tell if you felt different anyways with how clouded your thoughts were. 

You found yourself observing at all of the couples on the dance floor. 

“Do you want to dance” slurred a voice behind you.

You turned with a smile, you’d know that voice anywhere.  

“Of course” you said, taking Pietro’s hand as he lead you across dance floor.

Yours and Pietro’s relationship was a tad complicated at the moment.
When you first joined, Pietro and you instantly hit it off. You weren’t very much alike each other; but alike enough to forge a pretty good friendship.
You two would often tease each other over the others music tastes or powers; all in good heart of course. He was one of your closest friends, if not your best.
But lately you two had been getting rather..escalated.
Sometimes he would hold your hand for no reason other than 'his hands were feeling cold’ and it was getting hard to count how many times you found yourselves cuddling on the couch.
It wasn’t anything major, but it was something big enough to make your heart skip a beat. You had been harboring a crush for Pietro for over a month now. And his actions gave you hope to cling to. 

Goodness. You felt like a schoolgirl.

As you two began dancing, it didn’t take you long to lose yourself in the beat.
The people dancing all around you didn’t seem to have a care in the world, and that atmosphere rubbed off on you and Pietro. Rarely could you two just let go and have a good time, with missions and other responsibilities looming around you, you barely had time for anything else. So you were thankful for every moment of it that was happening here. You and Pietro were slowly gravitating closer and closer together, not that you were complaining. 

Pietro placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, you could feel his breath against your neck as he slurred “we should this more often" 

You smiled up at him and nodded, continuing to dance. 

Suddenly, you felt something pleasant and warm peck your cheek.
You turned your head again to see Pietro smiling with a glint in his eye you couldn’t quite decipher.

"You missed” you smiled looking into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Pietro asked with an eyebrow raised 

“You missed” you repeated with a giggle, gently planting your lips on his. 

He instantly accepted your kiss, smiling into your lips.

As your kiss deepened, the world around you began to fade away until it was just you and Pietro. 

You felt Pietro’s hand lower down your body as you two began to get more intimate.

Pushing your bodies together and deepening your kiss (which was more so a makeout now). Your hands began to ruff up Pietro’s hair, this was more than you had dreamed. 

You didn’t want to leave this moment, you had yearned for it for so long.
Suddenly, you felt Pietro pull away. 

You looked up at him questionably as you heard him mumble in your ear “if we’re going there, maybe you should take us somewhere more private" 

You smiled, understanding, as you pulled him closer and instantly flashed you and Pietro to your bedroom. 

What happened next, well, you wouldn’t have had the courage to do if you were sober.


"Owwww” you complained holding your head. You felt like you were dying.  

“Here” said Natasha as she handed you an Advil and glass of water.“This should make you feel a little better”

“Thanks Nat” you mumbled. 

Last night had been fantastic, but every good thing came with a price you supposed. 

Clint wasn’t in any better shape than you, he had sprawled out on the couch an hour ago and hadn’t moved since. It was even a miracle that you had managed to drag yourself downstairs with how bad you were feeling. 

“I don’t understand you, you had way more than me” you complained 

“Well, I’ve had more experience" she chuckled "besides, what happened to you never drinking?”

“Shut uuuupppp” you groaned. 

Not bothering to cover up her laugh, Natasha walked over by Clint.
Well, at least the Advil was helping. 

After a few minutes of sitting in blissful silence you saw Pietro stumble in out of the corner of your eye and plop down beside you 

“Morning” he mumbled taking your hand. 

After last night, you knew things were going to be different. You didn’t know if it meant a ruined friendship or a new romance but it was seeming like the latter, which sent floods of relief through you.

“Morning” you smiled. 

“MORNING SUNSHINES!” You heard a voice yell.  

You held your head as you turned.

“Quiet down Mr.Stark” Pietro pleaded, running his hands tiredly through his hair. 

This morning neither of you were on your A game.

Tony smiled. “You know speedy, that little motion there reminds me of a little something from last night…” He smirked crossing his arms 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.  

“Oh nothing. I’m just saying.. last night was really fun guys, ‘We should do this more often’” he smirked.

Your mouth dropped, catching on to what he was implying. 

You glanced over at Pietro with a blush creeping onto your cheeks. You were comforted to find that he appeared just as shocked and uncomfortable as you were. 

Without exchanging a word, there was a panicked understanding between you both.

You were caught. 

“I do not know what you are talking about” Pietro said hurriedly  

“Relax roadrunner” he replied “I only heard everything. You know, you should expect people to hear you when you’re jammed in that tight. I just hope you both at least used a cond-”

“Oh my God Tony! cut it ou-”

“What’s this?” You hear Natasha say, rising from her place beside Barton.

“Nothing at all, Mr.Stark just needs to learn to mind his own business ” Pietro seethed, glare never leaving Tony. 

“Uh-huh, sure.” she replied, though she began to leave the room. At least she had some common courtesy. 

“You better not tell ANYONE Stark” you threatened.

“Tell you what kid, I’m not that good at keeping secrets-”

“Well you better start to be Tony” you replied coolly 

“-as I was saying. I think this can be kept between us under one condition…" 

Pietro rolled his eyes. 

"What?” He demanded.  

Tony smirked as he made his proposition that he knew you couldn’t refuse, unless you wanted the rest of the team knowing about your and Pietro’s…relations.  

He had you both with your hands tied.  

As he began to tell you both his 'deal’ you and Pietro shared another glance, in disbelief of what Tony was saying

“Oh HELL no”.

Brother’s Best Friend pt. 4

Hi hi hi! This is from forever ago and I really wanted to write another part. 

Hope you enjoy. 

This imagine was written for an amazing song by The 1975. There’s a link in the text to the song. It will enhance the writing and story and yeah you should click and listen to it :)

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“Shit” You and Ashton both mutter in unison as Luke begins approaching.

“Luke, stop.” You warn as he towers over you and Ashton.

“(Y/N), shut up.” Luke gives you the harshest glare.

“Bro-” Ashton begins.

“No. We’re not ‘bros’ Ashton. I told you to stay away from her, the one person in the world that I’ve told all of the guys to stay away from. Was I not clear?” He questions.

His calmness was making you even more scared.

“Well, yes, you were. But I like her a lot and she likes me and-” Ashton begins to explain but is cut off by Luke’s laughter.

“You honestly think she likes you? None of her relationships have lasted for more than 2 weeks. She’ll toss you to the curb quicker than you can say her name.” Luke points out, making you gasp.

“Since when are you dictating my relationships? You know all of the guys I’ve dated are dicks, Luke. Don’t even try to pin me as a slut to get us out of seeing each other.” You stand up to face him.

“And you think Ashton isn’t a dick?!” He scoffs.

“I don’t know what’s going on between the three of you, but this language is unacceptable and I think it would be beneficial for you to go to class, Luke.” The secretary tries to usher him out, but he shrugs her off.

“We’ll talk when we get home, do you understand me, (Y/N)? Get a ride with asswipe, I’m not taking you home today.” Luke walks out, leaving everyone astonished.

“Excuse me for a moment.” You say, walking out of the office and running to the nearest bathroom.


You sit on the toilet and begin to sob.

The most important person in your life has just tore your heart open. You understand that Luke is pissed because he specifically told both of you to stay away from each other, but it was your life. He doesn’t get to make those decisions.


“(Y/N)?“ You hear Ashton from outside the bathroom.

You don’t answer, hoping he’ll go away.

“(Y/N), love, I’m coming in here.” He says, walking into the bathroom.

“Hey, come out here.” He knocks on your stall.

“Ashton, get out. This is the girls bathroom.” You huff, unlocking it and wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“I don’t care.” He says, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on your head. You begin to cry again, leaning on him for support. You nuzzle into his neck, getting as close as you can as he squeezes you.

“Look, Luke can be pissed off all he wants. And he will get over it. But I won’t get over you. And I don’t know what he meant by your past boyfriends, but I’m going to tell you what you told me- I won’t judge you based on your past. I like you a lot, and just because your brother feels a certain way about us being whatever we are, it shouldn’t have an effect on what we become, alright?” He explains his thoughts. You nod your head and lean up to look at him.

“C'mon, let’s take the day off, yeah?” He asks, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Okay.” You give a small smile. Ashton grabs your hand and you two slip out of the school’s back doors by the gym.


“I don’t wanna go home.” You admit to Ashton. You two had went to the same spot he took you to before, and you were laying against his chest, his elbow resting on your shoulder as his arm dangled to your waist, while you held his hand.

“Then stay with me.” He suggests pulling you closer.

“Ashton?” You ask.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Is now a good time to ask about your past?” You ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“If I tell you about mine, will you tell me about yours?” He asks after taking a minute to respond.

You think and then nod, sitting up and turning to face him.

“Well, I’m not sure where to start. Things got kind of hard for me to deal with at one point, so I just kind of dabbled around with drugs, sex, alcohol, gambling, beating people up,  anything to help the hurt I was feeling. But none of it worked. I became addicted to these things, so it was really hard to stop. The temporary pleasures lessened the permanent pain I was feeling, and I kept striving to get to a peaceful, happy state of mind. I’ve tried to break my addiction, and I’m getting there. The boys know about this, but they’re the only ones. Am I completely 'cured’? No. And it’s going to take time, because like I said, it’s an addiction. But the guys were my support, and now I lost one of them and gained, hopefully, you. I am truly trying to change, and I really need you to believe that. And if this works out, I hope you can believe in me to change.” He finishes, holding both of your hands and avoiding eye contact.

“Ashton, there is nothing in the world stopping me from believing that you’re trying to change. And you’re right, it will take time. Things like this don’t happen overnight. But you can do it. Like I said before, I’m not going to let you go because of your past.” You smile, rubbing light circles with your thumb on his hand.

“It’s your turn.” He reminds you, smiling.

“Right. Well, honestly there’s not too much to explain. I’ve had lots of boyfriends. And I’m just kind of scared of commitment I guess, but every guy I’ve dated or talked to, I’ve left. I don’t like the idea of settling down with someone and them seeing me at my most vulnerable state, and me knocking down all of my walls to let them in. I made it hard for everyone to get to know me; which is another reason I am not close to many people, besides Luke. Ashton, Luke means the absolute world to me. He’s my big brother and he’s taught me everything. And all of the guys I meet have to meet up to this impossible standard that Luke has helped me create. He wants to protect me, and I want to protect myself. But, with that, comes denial, rejection, and me hurting people; which I hate. So, I’m just not good with dating, because I tend to give up. Which I’m sure is very reassuring, huh?” I ask, dryly chuckling at the end. He clears his throat.

“Well, I just hope you won’t give up on me.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“I won’t. And I mean that. You’re really something special that I don’t want to lose.” You reassure, smiling.


“Home.” You call, walking in a few minutes before dinner.

“Hi honey!” Your mother calls from the kitchen.

“Hey mom.” You return, walking up the steps into your room.

You pull out your books and try to read over what you missed while you were with Ash, but you can’t focus.

The amazing day with Ashton and the awful fallout with Luke was spinning around your head, making it impossible to concentrate on chemistry.


Three knocks sounded at your door.

“Come in.” You call, looking up to see Luke.

“Hey.” You say, shocked. He doesn’t answer, makes his way to your bed, and sits on the end.

“I’m not here to allow you to go out with Ashton or whatever you want, because I’m still not okay with it and frankly still a bit pissed. But, I wanted to apologize for what I said about you today. It wasn’t fair to bring that up because I know you have a hard time dealing with your past relationships. I’m sorry.” he says, looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay.” You nod.

He reaches over and hugs you.

“Hey, Luke? When you said 'you haven’t changed’ to Ashton, why’d you say that? He is really trying to change.” You question, trying to see Luke’s side of things.

“I’m sure I know a bit more than you do. And there’s no way I want you going out with someone like him. The problem is, someone can be changing, but then they indulge in their addiction once, and then fall back into their old path, and I really don’t want him to drag you down with him. Ash is a good guy, but he isn’t good enough.” Luke shrugs.

“Luke, I respect and trust what you say, but you really gotta stop telling me who I can and can’t date. I really like Ashton, and I think he really likes me. And I’d love it if you would make up with him and also just see that for once I am happy with someone.” You gently explain, trying not to anger him.

He lets out a loud sigh before pushing his palms over his eyes in frustration.

“I just wish you would listen to me. I’ve known Ashton so much longer than you, and I dont ask much from you. But the one thing I ask you not to do, you feel the need to go against me. It makes me feel like you really don’t respect or appreciate what I say.  I’m trying to help you.”

"Luke after what you said to me, I sobbed in the bathroom. I hate that you feel this way, and of course I want to respect you and make you happy and proud. But he won’t leave me alone. He’s either at my locker, driving me home, texting me, or in my thoughts, and Luke I can’t get him out.” You admit, sighing. “I want to listen to you, Luke, it’s just hard when we’re talking about someone like Ashton.

"Just trust me on this, okay?” He pleads. You nod your head, deciding you would give it a try.

“I’m tired of fighting with what seems like everyone, but I only have one request- please try to make up with Ashton. He really needs you guys, ALL of you guys.” you plead, hoping he will agree.

“I- okay. I’ll try.” he sighs, nodding.

“Guys! Dinner!” Your mother calls, breaking the silence.


“Hey.” Ashton smiles as he leans against your locker.

“Hi there.” You smile back, playfully pushing him out of the way so you could open your locker.

It had been three weeks since the confrontation with Luke happened. Luke and Ashton were fine. Although, seeing Ashton behind Luke’s back wasn’t easy.

“I have a surprise for you, love.” He smirks. You hated surprises because there was always the chance that it would suck, and someone had put in tons of effort for you, and you could shoot them down.

“Where is it?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Well, that’s part of it. I’ll be at the end of your street around 6 tonight. I’ll see you then.” He smiles and walks off.


“Ready to go?” Luke asks you, meeting you at his car.

“Yup.” you nod. You explain that you’re going out with friends tonight, and you’re gonna be home kind of late.


When you got home, you quickly rummaged for something to wear, settling on a pair of ripped overalls and a long sleeved gray crop top.

After you brush your hair and quickly do your makeup, it’s 5:55 and Ashton should be here at any moment.


“Luke, do I look okay?” You ask, walking out to your brother.

“Yeah, you look nice.” He doesn’t look up from the game he’s playing.

“Wow, Luke, what would I do without you?” You sarcastically ask, walking to the door and leaving, beginning the walk down the street.


“Hi!” You smile, opening the car door.

“Hello, beautiful.” Ashton compliments,  looking at you.

“Are you excited?” He asks you.

“Yeah! are you?” You smile, grabbing his hand while he drove down your road.

“Yeah. also a bit nervous.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Don’t be nervous, Ash. It’s gonna be lovely!” You optimistically respond, turning the radio on.


“We’re here!” He smiles, parking beside a large tree. You two had taken a small, curvy, dirt road up a small mountain.

He grabs your hand and a basket out from the back. He leads you up a small hill, and once you reach the top you realize why he brought you here.

You stood on a large rock that overlooked the city.

“Wow..” You mutter under your breath, looking at the seemingly small city.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ashton asks, a few steps behind you. Whilst admiring the view, Ashton had set up the blanket and took out glasses.

“Aw, Ashton!” You beam, sitting beside him and hugging him.

“This is so sweet!” You tell him, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Of course.” He smiles, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.


After an extravagant picnic with pb&js, (which Ashton made himself), and water, you two were laying down side by side. You curled up into him and he put his arm around you.

MUSIC (click here now if you please)

He quickly gets up and outstretches his hand. You give him a weird look and take his hand, him pulling you up and into him.

“This song reminds me of you.” He admits, resting his forehead on yours.

Completely speechless, you just blush and smile at the ground.


It felt surreal, dancing with him while the city was below, buzzing with energy and chaos, and you two were in your own world, completely submerged in each other.

“I’m glad you and Luke are working it out.” You softly state, both of you staring into each others eyes.

“I am too.” He admits, pulling you closer.

“So this song really reminds you of me?” You ask, blushing at the lyrics to The 1975’s ‘Fallingforyou.’

“Yeah, it really does.” He smiles before leaning in to give a soft, passionate kiss.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He says against your lips.

You two had only been seeing each other for about a month now, and it was not normal, especially for you, to feel like this about someone at this point.

“You’re pretty great yourself.” You try and wink, making him laugh.

“I’m so glad Luke asked me to bring him his homework that day. And I got to see your awesome dance moves.” He joked, kissing your nose,

“I’m really glad, as well. And I have the greatest dance moves in town.” You defend yourself, laughing at the lie you just told.

“I’m glad I didn’t listen to Luke.” You admit. The eye contact you two have shared tonight was more passionate than your entire relationship with your ex.

“I’m glad too, (Y/N).” He leans down and kisses you once more.


Ashton hands you his jacket for the ride back home.

“My heat doesn’t work.” He tells you, making you laugh.

“Thats okay.” You put his jacket on and hop in the passenger seat.


He drives you home, and by now it’s nearly midnight.

“I’m not going to let you walk to your house alone this late.” He tells you pulling up to the curb next to your house.

“Thanks Ashton, it was truly an amazing surprise.” You smile, kissing him one last time before walking into your house quietly.


“You’re home late.” Luke’s voice scares you as you try and close the door silently.

“Oh, yeah. The girls and I stayed up watching movies and we lost track of time.” You lie, slipping past him and into the kitchen.

“Really? What movies?” He digs deeper as you grab some water and a granola bar.

“Uh, we watched the High School Musicals and got something to eat.” Being that the HSM movies were the only thing that came to mind and you constantly sang their songs, it was believable.

“(Y/n)?” Luke asks calmly.


“Whose jacket are you wearing?” Luke crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows.


“Um, its uh, my friend’s-” You begin.

“I bet if I were to look in the back of that hoodie, on the tag it would say ‘Irwin,’ because his mother makes him put his name in everything, wouldn’t you say so?.” Luke tests.

“Luke, please-” You back up as he is coming near you, but he takes the jacket off and looks at the tag.

“Shit, (Y/n), really?” He exhaustively asks, throwing the jacket down on the floor in anger.


Summary: You and Sam have been friends for years. And your closeness will never be tainted. Even when you get a boyfriend and he gets a girlfriend.

Warning: smut, cheating (totally do NOT condone)

Originally posted by painfulblisss

You lay there, not helping out, knowing there will be nothing for you to take from it anyway.

Why did I encourage him? I guess I though it would be better.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” He says as he “pounds” into you. He starts making weird noises, you know he is close. You clench around him, wanting this to be over as soon as possible. Your legs just hurt from being open for so long.

When he comes, he says your name in a shout, collapsing next to you on the bed. You sigh and work the kinks out of your hips and thighs as he pulls the condom off and disposes of it.

“That was great Y/N. I missed you while I was on my trip.” He pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

Oh yeah, this is why I stay, sucks at sex but is so damn kind hearted.

“I missed you too.” Lie.

“When are we supposed to meet up with Sam and Jess for dinner?” you shrug and tell him you’d text Sam later, right now you wanted to nap. He smirked to himself and agreed.

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Falling Out || Liam Dunbar pt. 2

It was now Monday and I already wanted to leave. Sighing, I shoved my books into my locker, preparing to watch Scott and Stiles at lacrosse practice. I usually go home with Lydia but Stiles claimed he needed his ‘good luck charm’ and I just enjoyed laughing at him, so it was a win win.

“Oh, hey, Lydia can I talk to you?” A voice I knew too well called out. Lydia stopped her rambling from beside me to speak to Liam. I pretended to look through my locker to avoid talking to the boy who broke my heart.

“Can you keep quiet about what you saw Friday at the party? Like the kiss between me and Maria?” Liam asked quietly. Well, I guess he thought it was quiet but even I could hear it and I wasn’t even a werewolf. I glanced at Lydia only to see a confused look on her face.

“I, uh, saw your shoes by the, uh, pool and figured you saw what happened.. Uh, sorry, gotta go.” Liam stammered before speeding off. My eyes widened as I shut my locker and I winced, seeing Lydia almost glaring at me.

“I didn’t go outside for the party. But you, little missy, you did. Explain.” Lydia said with her green eyes set to destroy me. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, giving her the best puppy face I could do.

“There’s not much to tell. I walked outside to relax, saw Liam making out with 'Maddy’ and ran away to your room.” I informed the red head. Her mouth widened as her glare found a new target.

“That little runt thinks he can just play you like that? Oh hell no.” She muttered before storming after Liam. Groaning, I followed beside her and tried to calm her down.

“Lyd, it’s fine. He doesn’t like me, it’s okay. Let’s go shopping! Or we could get ice cream? We can even make fun of Stiles if you want!” I tried convincing her. Nothing would work and soon we were on the lacrosse field, searching for different people. She was still set on destroying Liam and I needed Scott and Stiles to calm her down. Seeing my favorite spaz and alpha, I yelled for them.

“Please tell Lydia that she can’t murder Liam.” I told them, out of breath from chasing the fashion queen. They looked at me confused before looking at Lydia who set her glare on them. Stiles physically flinched while Scott just raised his eyebrows.

“Liam decided he wanted to make-out with some girl named Maggie last night and Y/N witnessed it. He’s only supposed to make-out with her, okay?” Lydia informed the duo. Scott chuckled and shook his head while Stiles copied Lydia’s glare.

“He basically cheated on you, Y/N! That’s not going to work. Nope, nuh uh. Where the hell is that little bastard?” Stiles questioned venomously, helping Lydia in her search. I groaned again as they found him and called him over.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Liam asked as he jogged over to us. I stood beside Scott, looking towards the ground. Lydia and Stiles were going to slam him into the ground with words and I needed to prepare myself.

“What’s up? What’s up?! I’ll tell you what’s up, you little shit! You tell us all that you like Y/N and then you decide to go and play tonsil hockey with another girl! That’s the –” Stiles began, pointing a finger at the beta.

“– worst thing you can do! Oh yeah, it wasn’t me at the pool, it was Y/N. She saw your little 'play time’. And let me warn you, runt. If you hurt her like that again, I swear, I'll–” Lydia interrupted, now poking Liam’s chest with every word she said.

“– destroy you.” Stiles and Lydia spoke together, sending Liam death glares. If looks could kill, he’d be to the center of the earth by now. Liam’s eyes were wide and they were soon placed on me. They dulled lightly and he reached a hand towards me.

“Oh, God. Y/N, I’m so sorry. Martha was just there and you weren’t. Honestly, I really do like you. A lot. And I know you won’t forgive me, hell, I wouldn’t forgive me. But I am sorry. I always thought you liked Stiles and I never thought I had a chance.” Liam admitted, holding my hand lightly.

“Ew, I don’t like Stiles. He’s basically my brother! And, besides, you should just tell me if you like me. Not go making out with some girl that no one even knows the name of.” I told Liam, glaring. I could see Stiles and Lydia cheering me on from behind him and I held in my giggle.

“C'mon, Lydia. We have shopping to do.” I announced, looping my arm through my best friends. She giggled as I flipped my hair.

And, this time, Liam was the one left broken hearted.

[as requested by demand, here’s part two. Thank you guys so much & don’t worry, this isn’t the end ;-)]

Small World

Summary: Cas is finally going to meet Bobby and Ellen at Thanksgiving dinner. He’s nervous; what if they don’t like him? Luckily, Dean is supportive and Bobby is full of surprises. In other words, Thanksgiving fluff.

I know this one is a bit late for Thanksgiving, but I’ve had some family stuff going on and haven’t had the time or the heart to work on this. The next one will be set at Christmas and will feature Cas’s family. Thanks for reading, and let me know if you like it!

This fic is part of my Cas and Dean series; you can find the previous installments here: http://archiveofourown.org/series/297878

“Calm down, Cas.” Dean looked over Cas’s shoulder, watching him primp in front of the bathroom mirror. “You look great.”

Cas straightened his tie and sighed. He had wanted to impress Dean’s family, but now he was second-guessing his crisp royal blue button-down and navy necktie. Maybe it was too fancy. Maybe they would laugh at him behind his back. “Should I…”

“I’m cutting you off right there, man. You look fine, and besides, you have to help me peel potatoes. C'mon, get your butt to the kitchen.”

Cas ran his hand through his hair one last time and followed Dean back down the hall. Being Dean’s sous-chef did help pass the time. After Cas and Jess had peeled and chopped a mountain of potatoes and put them on to boil, Dean sent Cas to set the table. Sam, who was responsible for cleaning the rest of the apartment, gave Cas an encouraging smile from the living room.

“Doin’ okay there, Cas?”

“Great,” Cas told him, with more confidence than he felt. He made sure that the tablecloth fell evenly on all sides, and smoothed out all the wrinkles. He placed the plates directly in front of each chair, two inches from the edge of the table, and lined up the silverware perfectly perpendicular to the table edge. Last, he put the centerpiece he’d bought the previous evening in the middle. Cas hadn’t known what to get, and had ended up asking the florist’s advice. She had assured him that the chrysanthemums and daisies would be perfectly appropriate for Thanksgiving dinner.

Cas thought it looked very nice, but he didn’t know if the others would like it. It was certainly different from the holiday table settings he remembered from his family’s house. Gabe was allergic to flowers, so a floral centerpiece would never have happened; and his father had the curious idea that tablecloths were unsanitary.

Jess slipped in from the kitchen. “Oh, Cas! It looks beautiful! Just like in a magazine.”

Cas blushed slightly. “Thank you, Jess. Do you think it’s okay?”

“It’s perfect, Cas. Stop worrying.”

When the doorbell rang, Cas slipped into the kitchen to avoid the flurry of greetings. He was much more comfortable meeting people one by one; getting introduced to a whole group of people at once always made him nervous. He busied himself by bringing out the apple and pecan pies they had made the day before.

Dean understood, and waited until the exclamations and hugging had died down before bringing Bobby and Ellen into the kitchen. He went to Cas and put his arm around his shoulders before saying anything. “Bobby, Ellen, this is Castiel.”

Cas loved the way Dean said his full name; like he was something important and precious. He gathered strength from Dean’s touch and approached the other couple, his hand extended. “I’m happy to meet both of you, finally. Dean has told me a lot about you.”

Ellen had a no-nonsense look about her, but her eyes were soft and kind as she shook Cas’s hand. She surprised Cas by immediately pulling him into a hug. He stiffened a bit but quickly relaxed into her embrace. He realized she reminded him a bit of his grandmother.

“I’m glad to meet you too. I’ve never seen Dean as content as he’s been for the past little bit.” Ellen patted him gently on the back and then let him go.

Bobby was a big guy, the type Cas normally would’ve been nervous around, but he had a twinkle in his eye that betrayed his true personality. He gripped Cas’s hand vigorously and beamed. “Good to meet you, son.”

Before Cas could start getting nervous about what to say next, Ellen gestured toward a pyrex dish she had placed on the counter. “Dean says you’re in charge of the table setting, Cas. Where should I put the sweet potato casserole?”

As Cas found the perfect spot for Ellen’s casserole, she was swept up in a flurry of last-minute cooking by Dean and Jess. Sam got sent out to the corner store for ice. Cas wrung his hands anxiously. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“C'mon, Cas. Let’s go in the living room and take a load off.” Bobby ambled away to make himself comfortable on the couch.

“Oh. Shouldn’t we help them? I feel bad sitting while they’re cooking.”

“Too many cooks spoil everything, son. We’ll help with the dishwashing after. C'mon, take a seat.”

Cas found himself sitting on the other end of the couch, watching a John Wayne movie in companionable silence. Bobby didn’t seem to mind if he didn’t talk much, and Castiel was grateful. At the second commercial break, Bobby cleared his throat.

“Heard ya’ll had a run in with John a few weeks back.”

“Um, yeah. He came for dinner. Well, sort of. He didn’t stay long.”

“Yeah, I know. Dean told me. You know, son, when I heard that story I knew we’d get along just fine. I only wish I coulda been there to see John’s face.”

Cas grinned and looked down, picking at a loose thread on the couch cushion. “I didn’t know that Dean told you about that.”

“I usually come by if I know that John’s coming ahead of time. Just to kinda keep an eye on things. But with you around, I guess the boys don’t need me as a protector anymore.”

Cas sneaked a look at Bobby and saw the twinkle in his eye. “I’m not anybody’s protector. I can barely take care of myself.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, kid. You know, Dean seems like he’s got everything figured out, but it’ll be good for him to have you around. He needs someone to look out for him.”

“How do you know I can do that? You don’t even know me.” Cas straightened his necktie. It had been a stupid idea, it turned out. Bobby was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans.

“One, I’m a good judge of character. Twenty-five years owning your own business will do that to ya. Two, I know Dean, and he doesn’t get attached to just anybody.” Bobby stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “Third, you’re Claire Novak’s grandson, and she was a hell of a woman. If you’re anything like her, you’ll do fine.”

Cas’s mouth fell open. “Wait. You knew my grandmother?”

“Sure did. Loyal customer, ever since I opened my doors. I still remember her rolling in there in that old Lincoln Continental. She could have easily afforded a better car, but she never wanted one. Told me that she didn’t need something fancy, as long as the Lincoln would still run.”

Castiel nearly bounced in his seat. “Bobby! I drive that car now. Nobody else wanted it, and I couldn’t bear to get rid of it.”

“No shit! It’s a small world.” The commercial break ended, and a gunfight was taking place on the screen. Bobby reached for the remote and turned the sound down. “Well, you gotta bring her by the shop sometime. I remember her well. Your grandma would be pleased you’ve still got that car. She bragged about you a lot, you know.”

“Oh, no. You must have me confused with my older brother. Gabriel. He’s in LA, you know.”

“Nah, I’m not confused. You’re the artist of the family. I still remember how excited she was when you got the full college scholarship. You were her favorite, if it’s not too bold for me to say.”

Cas was too shocked to respond. He was lost in his thoughts and failed to hear Dean’s approach from the kitchen. He leaned over the back of the sofa and touched Cas’s shoulder.

“Hey, you two. Dinner’s ready.”

Cas looked up at him, and Dean took the opportunity to lean in a little closer and brush his lips over Cas’s temple. The fact that Dean would do this right in front of Bobby, that he was so unashamed of Castiel and what they had together, made Cas’s chest contract painfully. He had to remind himself to start breathing again, to put one foot in front of the other and follow Dean to the table. To eat generous helpings of all the food Dean had worked so hard to prepare, when Cas would have been satisfied only to be near him.

Later they all returned to the living room, stuffed with pie and ice cream, to watch the Christmas movie Jess and Sam had picked out. Castiel opened his arms to Dean, who smiled gratefully and nestled up against him, unembarrassed. Cas’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and when Dean reached up to cup his face and pull him in for two soft kisses–because just one wasn’t enough–Castiel felt his heart soar.