and how he did need her

Celebrity Crush Part 2 (Finn Wolfhard Imagine)

Hey everyone! so a lovely anonymous requested a part 2 for celebrity crush and I really liked the idea so here it is :) thank you for the request! I hope you all like it x

if you haven’t read part 1 yet here it is ;)

It’s been 4 months since Y/N and Finn started talking, and he couldn’t be more grateful for his big mouth for spilling out how he feels about her in that interview. Those 4 months have been the best of his life. He got along so well with Y/N. He loves talking to her so much that it’s literally the only motivation he needs to get out of his bed in the morning, and he could tell she feels the same way. He thought that maybe she wasn’t obsessed with him as he is with her, but little did he know that talking with him was always the highlight of her day.

Finn: Good morning x

Y/N: Morning Finn! x What are you up to?

Finn: we’re on our way to an interview, you?

Y/N: Same, good luck! x

Finn: You too babe, talk to you later

“Are you texting Y/N?” Gaten asked while leaning on Finn a little to take a glimpse at his phone.

“Obviously he’s texting her. I can see this huge smile of his clearly from the rear-view mirror,” Caleb said from the passenger seat.

“Shut up” Finn rolled his eyes, but he still couldn’t hide the smile plastered on his face just because of having this small conversation with Y/N.

The boys were currently on their way to another interview with James Corden, this time to talk about the success of Stranger Things season 2 and what to expect on season 3.

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“Welcome boys! It’s really great to see you all again,” James greeted.

James asked them a couple of questions about the show, but obviously there was no way he was going to let what happened at the last interview slip by, especially after the internet basically blew up from Y/N’s tweets, and when everyone found out that Finn and Y/N started texting each other because of exactly that.

“So Finn, last time you were here we talked about about your little crush on Y/N Y/L/N, and now I heard you guys are talking non-stop am I correct?” James smirked. Finn immediately smiled at the mention of her name, and he may or may not blushed a little too.

“Yeah we are. I guess embarrassing myself in front of everyone last time paid off after all,” Finn chuckled, and earned a laugh from the audience too. “But yeah she’s a lovely person and I definitely love talking with her.”  

“Have you two met in person yet?” James asked.

“No, sadly, we both have a very busy schedule so it’s really hard to find a time for one of us to fly to the other,” Finn and Y/N have been trying forever to meet each other, but with Finn’s interviews, photoshoots, and band, and Y/N’s endless schedule of promoting the new season of her show, it was basically impossible to find a time they were both free on. It made Finn kind of frustrated and upset, but he was still happy that he gets to talk with her, even if it’s not face to face.

“Hmm that’s weird. I actually had a chat with her a couple of days ago, and it turns out she was free today. So I thought we should all catch up a little, you know?” James said casually, waiting to see Finn’s reaction.

“Wait what?” Finn freaked out. His eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head any second now. He frantically looked left and right, trying to catch sight of the only person he wished he could be with right now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N!” The audience broke into applause and loud cheers. And there she was. Y/N finally entered the set, waving at the audience.

Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. She’s here. She’s really here. He never thought that she could be anymore beautiful in person. In his eyes, she looked perfect in all her pictures, but somehow she looked much more mesmerizing in real life, and he couldn’t understand how that is even possible.

It took him a few moments to take in what just happened and finally react, but once he did, he ran over to her and pulled her in a tight hug. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, and his were around her waist. He buried his face into her neck, talking in her sweet smell. He honestly doesn’t know how long they have been in each other’s embrace, but he assumed it was pretty long since he heard Noah slightly clear his throat. 

They finally broke apart, then Finn took her hand in his, leading her to the seat next to his.

-

The interview was over, and the boys went back to their hotel rooms along with Y/N. Part of the surprise was that Y/N booked a hotel room next to the boys’ for the night, and Finn couldn’t be happier. Of course he was upset that his time was Y/N is very limited, and this may be the last time he sees her for a long time, but he was determined that he wouldn’t think about it at all, and that he was going to make every second left with her worth it.

Right now the two were watching a movie together. It was one that Finn has never seen before, but he wasn’t really that interested in it. His whole attention was on her. He tried to be sneaky about glancing at her every couple of minutes, but obviously he failed. He didn’t really care if she noticed, because honestly, he would rather watch her laugh at a funny scene here and there, than watch the movie itself.

“Obviously you don’t like the movie that much,” Y/N said without taking her eyes off the screen, but just as she finished the sentence she turned to Finn with a smirk on her pink lips.

“No no, it’s not that- sorry,” Finn blushed, turning his attention back to the movie.

“Don’t apologize, I honestly would rather talk with you,” Y/N shyly smiled, then turned off the TV, and Finn could swear his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

They decided to spend the rest of their night in the balcony of Y/N’s hotel room, talking about anything and everything. Most of the time Finn was cracking jokes just to hear Y/N laugh. He loved how he was the reason she was happy even it was for a couple of seconds.

Man I’m screwed. He thought.

In the past few months his infatuation with Y/N grew even more and more. They flirted a lot, so he was almost sure that she liked him back, but for some reason he was never able to make a move, and it was really frustrating him. There was always that voice at the back of his mind telling him that she probably doesn’t like him that way, but that was certainly far from the truth.

How could he be so oblivious? She thought.

The girl couldn’t be anymore into him. Hell, Finn not making making a move yet frustrated her even more than it ever did him. She thought she couldn’t be more obvious about how much she liked the curly-haired boy.

Y/N was telling Finn about funny stories from filming her show, but as much as he loved hearing her babble on adorably about the things she love, he couldn’t even hear a single word of what she was saying. All he could focus on was how her lips moved with every word she said.

“Finn?” Hearing his name pulled him out of his daydream, “Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, her voice full of concern.

Finn faintly smiled, then pulled her into him by her waist, until his chest was against hers. He slowly leaned into her, and finally connected their lips together. It didn’t take Y/N long to realise what was happening and wrap her arms around Finn’s neck tightly, trying to pull him even closer. One of his hands was now caressing her cheek, while the other stayed on her waist, trying to close any distance between them. They slowly broke the kiss, with a smile on their faces. Finn softly kissed her forehead, then pulled her in his embrace.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.”

PART 3 PREVIEW

Originally posted by im-a-failed-artist

“Y/n, it’s Billy,” his voice is rough and it sounds like he’s been hurt.

She stares at the phone and debates hanging up. “Billy? What do you want? How did you—never mind.”

“Can I come over? Something happened. I have nowhere else to go.”

Her breath gets caught in her throat. She was right this whole time. He does have a rough home life. “Yes, of course,” she said without missing a beat. “Do you need me to pick you up somewhere? Where are you?”

“I’m downtown. I have my car. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he rasps.

“Okay,” she whispers into the receiver.

“Thank you.”

The call ends and she puts the phone back into place. She runs a hand through her hair nervously and waits.

Ten minutes pass, and like he said, he arrives. There’s a soft knock on the door and she runs down the stairs and rips the door open. She gasps, throwing a hand over her mouth as if she’s trying to conceal her shock.

Billy’s bruised and beaten—far worse than the last time she’d seen him in a fight, with Steve unfortunately. She steps out into her porch and gingerly wraps an arm around his torso. He winces and she mutters a quiet apology.

“Parents?” he gasped as they stumbled inside.

“Out.”

“Dylan?”

“At Lucas’.”

They struggle up the stairs for a few minutes until the manage to tumble into the bathroom. She hits the lights and the bathroom is full of light. He grunts and sits on the counter. Y/n fishes around for the first aid kit and it falls out of her grasp with shaky fingers. She curses under her breath.

“I forgot something. Stay right here,” she demands softly—as if he had anywhere else to be.

She rubs out of the bathroom to the towel closet. She grabs a handful of washcloths and towels before running downstairs and grabs two packages of frozen peas and carrots. She runs back upstairs, hurrying into her room. She changed into a t-shirt and quickly fishes for clothes that Steve’s left at her house. She huffs out a breath and trips back into the bathroom.

“Shit,” she curses. “I’m destined to get killed in this house,” she laughs nervously, putting the stuff she grabbed on the toilet seat.

Her eyes scan him carefully. He has scrapes littering his face with blood falling down the side of his face. His jaw is turning a dark blue and she swallows hard. She notices that he’s favoring his left side more than his right.

“Can you take your shirt off?” she murmurs, swallowing hard.

He laughs and winces. “If you wanted to just see me shirtless, you could’ve just asked.”

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POSTING THIS PART TOMORROW GET READY ;)

whisperbinder  asked:

Giiiirl congrats on your mystic messenger blog!!! 😄 So excited to see more of your work! 😄 For my ask, what do you think the RFA guys + Minor Duo would do if they found MC's diary? 😂 Would they read it? And if they do, how would they react to her entries about them? 😉

Hey!! Thank you so much!!! I will definitely do this because it sounds hilarious!! Thanks so much for the request!!! So I am going to start out with Vanderwood because he does not get enough love <3. I hope you like it!!

Warning!! I picture Vanderwood cusses a lot sooo profanity ahead!!

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“What are you doing?” She asked.

“You know that ritual Ari did in her room to fool mom’s checkup?” Blaze nodded. “I think I found a way to modify into a potion. And what’s even better, it works with smell!”

“How would a potion work?”

“Well. You dip an object in the potion and it’ll pretend to be you. Like having a dummy.”

“Seriously!? I need that shit!”

“You’re the new me of the house?” He chuckled.

“New and improved. See, you never seemed to fully grasp that you can’t be grounded if you’re never home.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I see people leaving their BTIMFL thoughts on your blog, so I want to say something as well! Hope that's okay! Anyway, what I want for the next episode is for Ji Ho to see her attacker/attempted rapist (can't remember his name, don't want to honestly), and see his bruised face (I mean we HAVE to see how ham Se Hee went on him), and I need her to learn just how he got that bruised face. Maybe it will help her understand how much he cares for her in a weird way.

Dude, I can’t wait for her to find out what Se-hee did to the douche canoe. I’m not sure exactly what her reaction will be but I want to see it so bad. Think about how shocked she was when the veterinarians told her about how tough and dependable he was, coming into the clinic with Kitty (who he didn’t know, just found injured) and slamming his fist on the table, telling them to do everything they could. And then her shock when he kicked off Bok-nam’s motorcycle mirror and sent it crashing to the ground. I can’t WAIT to see her reaction to this!

‘They’ll never make it,’ Jack told her. ‘We’ve got the antidote. There’s a serum which will kill the homunculi in situ. I’ve got my people working on it now, transmitting the formula to the authorities. By morning, they’ll be rolling it out right across the country. Kills ’em dead.’
Saskia bared her black fangs. ‘Is that what you did to yours?’
‘Coughed it right up on the floor and then squashed it under my boot,’ Jack growled.
‘No mercy?’
‘Not when the planet’s at stake. This is Torchwood. We don’t do political correctness.’
— 

Something In The Water by Trevor Baxendale (Torchwood Novels #4)

Sometimes I forget how cold Jack can be when he needs to get the job done.

He even makes cool poses when he announces his name…

We’re approaching the supreme apex, the impossible to top, complete and utter peak of nerdiness over here. All he needs is a fedora at this point.

Whoa! Okay, so this isn’t a flashback! They’re just back at the “lab.” Boy, Kyoma sure did recover quickly from seeing a dead body and also experiencing a vision where he was the only person in the entire city. How about that?

The news isn’t covering Mikase’s death… Has her body not been found? How curious.

anonymous asked:

Idea: Adrien gets his wisdom teeth out and when he's high af on pain meds he facetimes Marinette and let's it slip he's Chat Noir while he's going on about how amazing Mari and Ladybug are

Incoming Facetime From: ❤️Adrien❤️

At least, that’s what the phone said. Marinette looked up at Tikki, confused, but the Kwami could only shrug.

”I thought he was getting the homework from Nino,” Marinette said. “Why would he be calling me?”

“Are you going to answer it?” Tikki asked.

“I… I don’t know?” Marinette said. “Maybe he found out about my crush, or maybe—“

Tikki zipped down to the phone, tapping the “accept call” button, then disappearing beneath Marinette’s desk.

”Augh!” Marinette dropped her phone, tried to catch it, and smacked her head against her desk as it slipped through her fingers and landed, face-down, on her floor.

”…Hello? Princess?”

Marinette’s fingers scrabbled for her phone. “Hi it’s not a bad time at all sorry I dropped my phone are you okay did I hurt your face?”

“Is that why my teeth hurt so much?”

Marinette blinked, finally turning her phone around to face the boy she had a crush on. “Wait, no,” she said. “You had wisdom teeth surgery today.”

”Izzat why I can’t feel my face?” he said. He was lying facedown on his bed, his feet up by the headboard, dressed in silk pajamas. His hair was a mess, one that seemed almost familiar somehow.

”I, uh, yes?”

”Oh.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Adrien’s gaze blank and glassy, Marinette’s panicked and searching, before she finally broke the silence. “Did you… get the homework?”

Adrien flopped his hand. “Pshh,” he said. “Superheroes don’t have homework.” He stopped, stuck out his tongue, and tapped his nose. “Cept patrol. But that’s more cause I like it.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Adrien?”

”What? No, I’m not… Shhh.” He put a finger to his lips. “You aren’t supposed to tell anyone.”

”Don’t tell anyone what?”

”My secret identity,” he said. “Ladybug said no one was supposed to know.”

Ladybug said…? What was he TALKING about?

”She’s so pretty,” Adrien mumbled, wiggling happily against his bedsheets. “Pretty like you, Princess. You’re so pretty.” He tapped his finger against the screen. “So many freckles. How many freckles?”

Had he just called her pretty? She forced down her instinctive need to panic—he was delirious, probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “Adrien, are you okay?”

”Who’s Adrien? I’m Chat Noir,” he said, rolling his head. “Your eyes are so blue…”

Marinette shook her head. “You’re not Chat Noir,” she said. “That’s… that’s not possible.”

”Sure it is, Princess!” he chirped. “I brought you that leaf, remember? Did you like it?”

Marinette gasped. She hadn’t told anyone about that—Chat Noir had dropped by her house a week ago, carrying a leaf in his mouth and presenting it to her like a cat with a freshly dead mouse. He’d seemed so proud of it at the time…

”You’re… you’re Chat Noir!” she stammered. “You’re…”

”That’s what I’ve been saying,” he responded. “It’s your Kitty, Princess.” He scowled. “Why does my face hurt?”

”You got… wisdom tooth… surgery…” Marinette’s kind was racing. Chat had canceled patrol tonight. He NEVER did that.

There was a sound from somewhere offscreen, causing Adrien to jump. “Whoops, sorry, Princess,” Adrien said. “Nathalie’s coming. Gotta go.”

The screen went blank, leaving a very confused Marinette alone with her thoughts and a thoroughly flabbergasted Kwami.

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I think this might end up being the first chapter of a longer work, so thanks for the inspiration! (As if I didn’t have enough fics going on, bleh…)

I hope you enjoyed!

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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every westallen scene ever (133/?)

“I hear you caught yourself a siren.”

Victor groaned, dropping his head onto the bar with a heavy ‘thunk.’ He did not look up, dramatic in his exaggeration as he sighed into folded arms. His glass of beer rocked precariously, knocked by the sudden movement. “How does everyone know?”

“Sara said she saw you in the port market with one last time your crew came in,” Minako replied, saving the beer glass from toppling and spilling all over her floor.

“How did what a siren looks like suddenly become such common knowledge?” Victor muttered. He had never truly known until he had first seen Yuuri and understood what he was. Without his feathers and wings, Yuuri looked ordinary enough. Unfairly gorgeous, but Victor always wondered if his personal bias influenced that. Perhaps he would need to purchase Yuuri gloves to hide his arm markings, though they would appear simply as tattoos to anyone unaware.

“She said the whole market heard him speak. That it was like hearing all your desires promised to you in a single word,” Minako explained. When Victor glanced up, she smirked in accomplishment. “So it’s true?”

“We can neither confirm nor deny such allegations,” Chris chimed in, patting his companion on the back. “Safer that way. Victor has had enough excitement with his new… crew mate.”

Minako laughed, throwing her head back. “Wait, are you– Don’t tell me the great Victor Nikiforov has fallen for a siren?”

Chris pointedly arched an eyebrow, smiling into his drink.

“Really! A siren?!”

“How could I not?” Victor said, sighing like a lovesick fool. “He’s so beautiful… Hypothetically.”

“How do you even have sex, if he’s– you know?” Voice hushed, Minako leaned in, curious.

“If he’s what?” Victor asked, brows furrowed. “Male?”

“No, I’ve been around enough years to know how that goes. Hasn’t he got… fins?”

Victor sat up, mouth twisting into a frown. “What, no, he’s got wings– Why does everyone think he’s a mermaid? He’s not a mermaid.”

“Sorry, merman?” Minako corrected, shrugging her shoulders.

“No, it’s mermaid,” Chris cut in firmly. When both heads turned to him, he cleared his throat. “They prefer mermaid, for both sexes. Said merman sounds too butch and that some cultures consider mermen far more vicious and unattractive. Plus everyone already says mermaids, so it’s better.”

Minako blinked. Victor chuckled. “Been chatting with Phichit?”

“I’m allowed to live a life outside the kitchen,” Chris defended, smirking. “Unlike your murderbird, he makes for pleasant conversation.”

Victor glared. Chris laughed.

Minako simply took a step back. “I don’t think I need to know anymore about what’s going on with your crew, Nikiforov. Sirens, mermaids. What’s next, harpies?”

Both Chris and Victor bristled, hastily waving off her words.

It’s Just a Nickname

“Phone, phone, where the CATS is my phone?” Adrien hissed to himself as he rummaged through his gym bag. Fencing had just let out and he needed to call Nathalie to let her know where he was—given how often he’d been disappearing lately, he wasn’t entirely surprised at how paranoid she’d become. But his phone was missing. Had he dropped it somewhere? Ugh, she was going to kill him.

“Looking for this?” said a familiar voice from behind him.

Adrien turned, and there—to his immense surprise—stood Alya Cesaire, dangling his phone precariously between two fingers.

He snatched it from her hand before she could drop it. “Merci a Dieu,” he breathed. “Where did you find it?”

Alya stared at him, then began to laugh. “FIND it?” she giggled. “You seriously still think you lost it?”

“What do you mean?”

Alya tossed her hair over her shoulder. “This is, like, the fourth time Marinette has left you an embarassing voicemail and had to steal your phone to delete it before you can hear it.”

Adrien nodded, sliding his phone into… wait, what?

Marinette?

She’d been leaving him voicemails?

Why would she be doing that? They weren’t that close, as far as he could tell. She was a friend, he supposed, but she barely acknowledged him, to the point of barely ever speaking to him even if she went out of her way to talk to everyone else in the class. Was she trying to prank him? If so, it was poorly executed, because he hadn’t noticed. And why keep stealing his phone? What was the point?

“What did the voicemail say?” he found himself asking.

Alya grinned and pointed at the phone. “You’ll just have to see for yourself, loverboy.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you delete it?”

Alya shook her head. “Not this time,” she said. “Marinette was too busy screaming.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. Screaming? What? Why would Marinette…

Oh. Oh no.

“So I’ve got a question for you…” Alya began, barely audible beneath the rushing pulse in Adrien’s ears. He opened his phone screen.

New Message From:

Oh, cats. Cat in a Camembert Trashcan.

“Why do you have Marinette’s number saved as ‘Princess’ on your phone?”

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Me: I need to stop beginning new multi-chapter fanfics and focus on the ones I’m already writing

The dwarf who lives in my brain: Sounds like elf talk, my boy!

That moment right before you decide to kiss your wife on the live stream.


I’m STILL shook

Counting Orgasms

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Type: Smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.

Originally posted by wonhobe

I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.

I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.

“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.

My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.”  I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.

Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.

I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.

My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.

“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.

“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.

“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.

“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.

“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.

“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.

I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”

“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.

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BTS replaced you. - pt.END

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Originally posted by mimibtsghost

“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

Thank you for all of your love and support. Enjoy <3


The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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I just really want to know the story of how Rhys' mother convinced the Weaver to babysit what would become Feyre's ring.

A) What did that conversation sound like? “My son is a ho but I want to make sure he ends up with a good ho so please babysit this jewelry and try to maim anyone who comes looking for it.”

B) How did she get close enough to even ask a favor and why did the Weaver agree (or, if she just gave the Weaver the ring and never explained her intentions- HOW DID SHE GET THAT CLOSE AND GET AWAY)

C) Is the suicidal need to employ the monsters of Prythian genetic or—?

If you ever need cheering up, think about how Louis XVI walked around Versailles after his eldest son was born, looking for excuses to say “My son, the Dauphin” in conversation.

Because he did that, and it was adorable.

Feel free to picture Antoinette following behind him and trying not to laugh while shaking her head because he’s being such a dork but it’s cute and she loves him.