and i miss when he had good hair

What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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anonymous asked:

andriel with "Are you fucking kidding me?” Or "everything's going to be fine" please ((ps your writing? Just ruin me you are so good!!))

thank you sweet pea! i chose the first one if that’s alright!

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Andrew hated airports. That was a fact.

They were loud and crowded, full of screaming children and businessmen, two of Andrew’s worst nightmares

 But here he was, standing in baggage claim with his suitcase and hands itching for a cigarette. He idly scratched the tattoo at his wrist, looking around for a bundle of curly hair and processed sunshine.

 “Andrew!” There it was.

Nicky ran up to him with barely contained happiness stretching itself into a smile. “You made it! Neil’s going to be so excited!”

Andrew hoped so, or he’d have to explain to his coach why he took a week off near the end of the offseason, even though his team was supposed to be practicing. He was Exy’s greatest goalkeeper, but even the promise of that wasn’t enough to keep him away from his boyfriend.

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I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)

Masterlist

(Part 1)

Songs:

“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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{ ways to make you cry }

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

au: omegaverse

t/w: alcohol

a/n: this is the “car fic”. i think it will be 3-4 parts!  for the next part, i’ll tag whoever likes/reblogs this so you don’t need to ask. hope you guys like it!

also, d/o stands for drink order!


part one

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You heard John call. 

You looked up from your vanity and called out to him.

“I’m in here!” You said. “In the guest bedroom!”

He quickly turned around and walked back in the direction of the guest bedroom. You were curling your hair, already dressed to go out tonight.

You’d chosen a short red dress–one that was tight enough to show a little skin, but still wasn’t too revealing. Your makeup was all done and John looked like he was in a trance when he laid his eyes on you.

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Hi, Momma (Part 3)

(Series Masterlist)

Summary: You and Chuck organize a family reunion. You have a talk with Castiel about a certain Winchester.. 
Pairing: Chuck x Reader, Hit of Destiel
Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Gadreel, Samandriel.
Word counting: 1.7k
Warnings: Personal headcanon that the archangels were kids once and could sleep if they wanted to. I also brought some angels back, ‘cause I can.  Castiel is asexual, but not aromantic. Family fluff.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“Look.” You leaned down to your three sons, so they could see the small archangel in your arms. “This is your brother.”

Michael and Lucifer tilted their heads and Raphael stood on his toes to look at him properly.

“His wings are yellow.” He pointed, frowning.

“Golden.” You corrected him. “Gabriel has golden wings.”

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“Deathly Ill.” The 100 preference

Bellamy Blake: It all started when you got out of your tent in daze. You had tunnel vision as your grasped someone shoulder. It turned out to be Clarke as she turned you fell to the ground. 

“BELLAMY!” She shouted as Bellamy turned around, wide eyes as he saw you collapse. Running over he picked you up and took you into the Ark. He saw how sweaty you were as he laid you down. He brushed the hair off your face as he fought back a sob. 

‘B-Bellamy. It hurts.” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes. 

“I-I know princess but you have to stay with me okay?! Don’t you clock out on me now baby.” He whispered as he ran his hands through your sweaty, wet hair. He didn’t leave your side at all. People bringing his meals which he motioned for them to leave. He never let go of your hand. He only left when he needed to use the bathroom and even then he wouldn’t be gone for 5 minutes.

“Y-you have to eat Bellamy.” You murmured weakly. He shot up as he inspected your body. You coughed and he quickly sat you up. 

“Your fevers broke.” He whispered hopefully. “You’re okay…you’ll be okay.” he insisted with tear filled eyes. He pulled you into his chest. 

“You’ll be okay.” 

John Murphy: Murphy was sick and he knew it. But the plus side he was getting better. He was just kept in quarantine to prevent further infections. He was use to the other being set next to him and some not making it out. 

Today was no different. He sat with his eyes closed till someone burst in holding a body. He sat up as he recognized the figure. 

“(Y/n)?” He whispered. Bellamy laid her on the cot beside him and he noticed the blood under her eyes. He couldn’t speak as they fixed her.He reached for her hand but Bellamy ripped it from him. 

“We don’t need you getting sick again.” Bellamy grumbled. 

“You rip my girlfriends hand away from me and you’ll lose yours.” Murphy snarled as he looked at you as you coughed wildly. 

“Make it stop Murphy.” You cried out in pain. Murphy sniffed as you passed out. He refused to leave or take his eyes off of you. 

“Stay with me babe.” He begged as your eyes fluttered open. 

Jasper Jordan: Jasper knew there was a sickness was going around he knew no one was safe. He went with some others to get medicine. When he came back Monty was waiting for him at the gate. 

“Don’t…” He whispered as Monty nodded. Jasper stifled a cry as he was led to where you laid unconscious. Your hair all sprawled out as you were pale. 

“How long has…has she been like this.” He asked Clarke as he fought a sob. 

“Since you left yesterday.” Jasper’s eyes fell back to you. 

“We’ve done all we can. She just has to fight and wake up.” She tried as Jasper stared blankly. You didn’t wake up for another day. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Jasper stroking your hair. 

“Good morning.” He chuckled airily. 

“What did I miss.” You smiled weakly.

Monty Green: Monty had done his best to keep you from the sickness but the moment he turned to see you with blood streaming down your face as you slowly fell forward, he knew what was happening. 

Monty relentlessly tried to find a cure and visited you and hated seeing you so sick as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Help…” You whispered as your eyes shut as he wiped the blood from your face. He only worked when you were asleep. He tried to take his mind off. He ended up visiting you one day to being help sitting up with Bellamy and Clarke. 

“Fever’s broke.” Clarke stated as his eyes widened. 

“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Thank god….I can’t lose you.” 

Lincoln:  Lincoln hoped and prayed to anything listening that you wouldn’t catch it. He hoped. Till one day when you faced him with blood pouring from your eyes as you fell from your horse. 

He immediately took you to Clarke as he begged her with every being to help you. He could only see you at night considering the circumstances. Every time you woke up with a new flower in your head. You’d merely smile before going back to sleep. 

He’d ask Clarke when you’d be better every time. He’d sit and stroke your hair and trace patterns on your arms. One day you woke up smiling. Clarke checked your temperature before smiling. 

“It’s broke.” And with that he’d sigh as he scooped you up. You left the next night. 

“You scared me half to death.”

“Death didn’t like me much.” You chuckled clutching him tightly.

Roan: Roan was aware of a sickness circling Polis. So he kept you in as much as he could. Knowing the sickness was taking some in terrible ways. But when he found you collapsed near your bed he lost it. 

He demanded Polis’s best healers and threatened that if you didn’t recover, he would inflict injures they wouldn’t recover from.

He stayed by your side the whole time. Holding your hand and being there when you burst into coughing fits. Occasionally wiping some blood from your face as he grimicaed at your weak nature. 

“Roan please make it stop.” You begged as you sobbed in pain. He couldn’t watch. One night he waited out the doors waiting for the healers words. 

“She is healing. Count yourself lucky my king.” He burst in as you sat up weakly. He clutched you closely as you hugged him tightly.

“Thank god…I couldn’t lose you.”

“You won’t.”

anonymous asked:

captain swan + 93? hope you have a good day!

a bit of canon fluff for you, love, with a little nod to Killian’s dialogue on the horizon being calming. I hope you like it <3

93. “You have the most amazing eyes.”

“You have the most amazing eyes.”

The sentence drops unbidden from Emma’s lips, a soft string of words that breaks the comfortable silence between them and causes Killian to halt his caressing fingers.

He pulls back a little to look at her, equal parts confused and amused.

They’d been sitting pressed against each other at the balcony of their bedroom for what felt like hours. After the griffin attacked Storybrooke last week, she’d only finished with handling repairs and complaints late last night. Her dad had insisted (in what she assumed was his Royal Voice) that she stay at home for the next few days. Killian had agreed, texting David sporadically throughout the day to ensure him that she was, in fact, relaxing.

(She’ll never understand their relationship.)

Killian’s insistence is how they ended up cuddled together, watching the perfect view of the sea, with mugs of hot chocolate to keep the chill away. Emma doesn’t know when she stopped mapping the horizon and instead started mapping the planes of Killian’s face, just that she didn’t really want to stop. And then the evening started approaching, and in the light of the golden hour, well, she just couldn’t help but make her judgment out loud.

“Have you only noticed them now, love? You sure know how to wound a man,” he chuckles, voice as quiet as hers was.

Emma smirks. “Please. I was just making an observation,” she taps once at his chest with her hand that’s resting there.

He hums, resumes running his fingers up and down her arm but doesn’t break eye contact. “I’d say it was more of an opinion, Swan. Which could only mean you’re trying to seduce me with your words, and although I am a man of honour, I do accept.”

He says it with such propriety that Emma can’t help but laugh. When he breaks out into a full grin, she knows that’s what he was going for.

Emma reaches up and runs a thumb under the curve of his eye. It makes his expression soften, his eyelashes flutter. (And yeah, he’s got amazing eyelashes, too.) He doesn’t wear as much kohl anymore, only a little, and sometimes he forgoes it completely. It used to make his eyes brighter, but she finds his eyes are already a colour she can’t quite describe. It’s as though someone mixed all the oceans together to create the most striking blue.

“Your brother’s were a different shade,” she muses, knitting her brows in concentration to make sure she’s remembering Liam correctly.

Killian nods, leaning into her palm. “I took after my mother in that regard, or so Liam told me.” He smiles, and she can’t help but mirror it. When she leans into him, he doesn’t hesitate to respond with a lingering kiss that she can feel down to her toes.

“If you keep staring at me, you’re going to miss the sunset,” he says with a smirk when he pulls back. He raises an eyebrow for good measure when she doesn’t look away from him.

“I think I like this view better,” she hums.

Killian looks down and then back at the water, an adorable rosy hue tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. She wonders just how long he had to go without someone offering him a genuine compliment based on a simple observation. She thumbs at his cheeks for a moment before dropping her hand back to his chest, the other playing with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck.

She wants to tell him about all the amazing things he is, and she promises herself to do just that.

Killian presses her a little closer to him. They fall back into silence, and Emma watches his gentle expression as he watches the water, his eyes like the ocean calming her like no other thing can.

That One Dreadful Call (Part 3)

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: language, mention at torture violence, angst as per usual 

A/N: I have been bored all day so this is what you get :) and I’m going to give most of the credit to @mamapeterson bc she was a genius in beta’ing this…she improved tf out of it and made it what it is!! Feedback is appreciated!!

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by thebuckybrnes

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Got7 Reaction: Confessing to you while drunk

ohsunnysmile said to kpopreactionsforthekpopfans:

Can you please do got7 getting drunk and confessing to you?


JB:

Jaebum had invited you over to their dorms to celebrate the finish of their tour. You told them you were goinh to be late, due to taking a while to getting ready. When you finally arrived, a few of the members were already drunk. You were just about to scold them for drinking so carelessly, until you overheard Jaebum talking.

“Is Y/N here yet? I want to see her,” He slurred. “I want to hold her in my arms. I really missed her.”

Your face flushed at his words, as you stood by the doorway listening to him.

“Hyung, you’re drunk. Stop saying that kind of stuff out loud before you say something we probably don’t want to hear.” Jinyoung laughed. 

After Jaebum got out of his thoughts, his he looked over at the doorway and saw you. *gif* After he locked eyes with you, it was almost as if he was sober again.

“Oh.  Y/N. Please tell me you didn’t hear that.”

“I’m always avaible for cuddles.” You laugh as you sit by him.

“Does this mean you like me too?” He slurred as he pulled you into his arms.

“I’ll answer you when you’re sober”

Originally posted by crying-in-korean

(him dying inside)


Mark:

You were and Mark went out to get a few drinks, but didn’t plan on getting drunk. You were being cautious about your drinking, while Mark kept on doing shots. After a few more shots you saw that he was pretty intoxicated, so you decided to call a taxi for the both of you. 

“Y/N just a few more.” He whined, as you dragged him outside to wait for the taxi.

“No, I’d rather you not pass out.” 

“Fine.”

About 5 minutes later, the taxi arrived. All though drunk, Mark didn’t forget to be a gentleman so he opened the door for you. After you sat down, he got in and the taxi driver smiled at you both.

“You two are very cute together. Are you dating?” She asked.

“Yeah, she very pretty, isn’t she?” Mark said, not aware of what he was saying.

You looked down to hide your red face, and smiled. Mark, still unaware of his actions, scooted closer to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

Originally posted by justrightforjb


Jackson:

Jackson had told himself he was only going to have a couple drinks, nothing much. But he was too caught up in conversation with his members, that he started to carelessly drink. Sooner or later, he was stumbling to the bathroom after hearing you were coming over. 

“Where’s Jackson?” You asked when you arrived.

“I’m not sure, he disappeared after we told him you were coming.”  Mark laughed. 

You nodded and went to go look for him. As you walked past the bathroom, you heard voices coming through the bathroom.

“Y/N, you look great tonight, how about- no. too straightforward. Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time- ugh!”

“Jackson?” You knocked on it and slowly opened the door. 

You looked up to see Jackson in his drunken state, as he talked to himself in the mirror.

“You heard that?” He asked as he looked like a deer in headlights.

Originally posted by kim-hnsl


Jinyoung:

Jinyoung was most likely one to be clingy while drunk. So you were hanging out with him at the dorms, while he thought it would be smart to drink around you. You felt bad for him, because he was too wasted to even stand up. You took the drinks away from him, and returned with water.

“Here, you need to sober up.” You said as you handed him the water.

He whined as he took the water anyway. You sat by him again, and he just looked at you. Without even thinking, he set his water down and laid his head on your lap with his arms around your waist.

“You are such wife material Y/N, I can’t wait to marry you someday.” 

You laughed at his comment, and softly stroked his hair.

“Ahh, only if you weren’t drunk right now.” You said.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

( I had a hard time finding a gif for Jinyoung ㅠㅠ)


Youngjae:

Youngjae usually doesn’t drink, but he felt like he was missing out on the fun when he saw the other members drink. Youngjae is probably a lightweight drinker, so after a few drinks he was already wasted. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and called you.

“Hello?” You answers.

“Y/N” He slurred your name, “Did I ever tell you that you are so pretty? You’re also so good to me-ah, I love you Y/N..” He managed to speak somewhat clear sentences.

“Youngjae, are you drunk?”

“No, I’m Youngjae.” He laughed as he hung up, before realizing he just confessed to you.

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

( I hard a hard time finding a gif for Youngjae too ㅠㅠ)


BamBam:

Bambam is most likely a peverted drunk. So while he was drinking with the members, he drank more than he originally planned. While under the influence, he thought it was smart to start texting you.

Bambam:

You shold snd me some pictrs if yo know wht i mean ;)

Y/N:

Bambam wtf? No. Since when were you a fuckboy??

Bambam:

Y/N. Youre sp prtty

Y/N:

Are you drunk? Are you okay?

Bambam: 

Im fin. i want to tll yoi somthin

Y/N:

Okay?

Bambam:

i lov yo

As he was texting you, Jackson looked at his screen and died of laughter.

“Do you know what you just told Y/N?” He laughed

“I think?” Bambam looked at him with a confused look.

Originally posted by noirahgase



Yugyeom:

You were going over to the Got7 dorm’s to surprise your best friend, Yugyeom. When you arrived at the dorms you found Yugyeom on the couch drinking alchohol. 

“Yugyeom! You’re underage, are you cra-” You were cut off by him jumping up and running to the bathroom.

You followed him to the bathroom to make sure he was okay. When you walked into the bathroom, he was hunched over the toilet, throwing up what was probably his lunch. You kneeled by him and rubbed his back while you waited for him to finish.

“Brush your teeth, I’ll get you some water.” You tell him as you walk to the kitchen. You got the water, and walked back to the living room to find him back in his orginal position on the couch.

“Here, drink this.”  You hand him the water and sit close to him.

“Ah, Y/N you’re so good to me.” He smiles at you, “I think that’s why I love you.” He says without a  care in the world, and lays his head on your shoulder to sleep.

Originally posted by wang-thighs


~Admin Chiminie

Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”

“Biscuit.”

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A strong woman.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Word count : 2,754
Author : Mel
Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.



You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.

You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”

“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.

After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”

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Jimin (M)

Originally posted by mochixhamster

The moment you got back to your hotel after long day with your family, you plopped down onto the bed; sighing in pure relief as the pillow-y mattress relieved your aching back. 

Suddenly the muffled sound of your ringtone playing and followed by the irregular vibrating filled the room. “Crap..” You huffed, thinking it was one of your cousins until you lifted your phone up to your face. 

Jiminnie 💕 is calling.. 

A bright grin painted across your face the instant you saw his name on the screen, immediately you answered and his lovely face appeared. 

His plush lips curled up in a soft smile, “Hey baby.” He cooed, giving you a slight wave. “How’s the visit with your family going?” 

“Well..” You pouted, holding the camera up as you ruffled your messy hair. “It’s been good, we had a little family gathering today and a bunch of my family came.” You said with a soft nod, “It was good, but I got so sad when they asked why you weren’t with me.” 

Jimin automatically pouted, looking like a complete cherub as always. “I’m sorry babygirl, you know I wish I could’ve been there with you.” 

Nodding again, you offered him a sweet reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweet pea.” You added, “I just really, really miss you- I feel so lonely.” 

His lips pursed together, “I know, I miss you too.” He hummed, running his fingers through his soft brunette hair. “I miss your kisses and cuddles so much, but-” He began, holding back his giggles as he attempted to keep a straight face, “-If you were here I’d beat that pussy up like you never felt before.” 
Immediately the two of you broke out into laughter as you remembered the song Namjoon did years ago. 

Once you both calmed down, you rolled your eyes at him while biting your lower lip. “I can’t believe you said that, babe.” You sighed, cupping your cheek in your hand, “But if I’m being honest, I really wish you were here fucking me right now.” 

Jimin’s eyes widen as his bit his lower lip, shaking his head; the corner of his mouth lifted in a dumbfounded smirk, “You’re so fucking lucky everyone’s asleep, jagi.” 

Instinctively, your free hand travel down to your lower half- swiftly pushing up your skirt, teasing your clothed core. “Why, Daddy?” You cooed, lightly nipping at your lip as the wetness between your legs increased, “What would you do, huh?” 

Immediately, he could tell what you were trying to do. Licking those oh-so delectable lips of his, he raised his brow at you. “Daddy would definitely have to punish you babygirl.” He began, his tone changing from sweet and cute to absolute sex. 

Pushing your panties to the side, your fingers lightly traced up and down your drenched slit, “Oh really?” You airily replied, slightly hissing as you grazed your hardened clit. 

“Of course princess.” Jimin smoothly replied, the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone followed. “Oh fuck..” He groaned, “Daddy’s so fucking hard because you, little girl.” 

Seeing his lust darkened eyes fixating on you and hearing the desire in his voice turned you on, on a whole other level. You let out a delicate, needy little moan as you teased your entrance just before sliding two of you small fingers deep inside of you. “Da- Daddy~” You purred, throwing your head back into your pillows as you imagined he was the one deep inside you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty babygirl.” He groaned, angling the camera down slightly- showing you his hardened cock as he grabbed the base of it. 

“Look at what you’ve done to Daddy babygirl. Look at how hard I am for you.” 

“Fuck, I wish I was inside you princess..” 

“The moment you come home I’m going fuck your brains out- I’m gonna make that pretty little pussy of yours scream.” 

But It Happened, And That's All That Mattered

Summary: After being on a mission which lasted six months, four months longer than expected, you are reunited with Bucky again + fluff, emotions

Words: 679

Warnings:

I recommend you listen to this when reading!

Just an emotional one for all you out there! Hope you enjoy xxx Emma

Originally posted by leafierleaf


Six months.

You weren’t allowed to call in case anyone found his location. You couldn’t visit in case you were followed.

You had to admit it yourself, the doubts ran you crazy. Many nights you had lay waiting to hear Bucky’s voice and fearing he would never love you again. Six months had done things to you mentally.

Waiting in the foyer of the Mansion, watching the door intently, you sighed as you watched the helicopter hover down to grass. It was real, he was actually back. Leaping out the sliding door, pulling down his headphones and eyeing up the helicopter, Steve turned to the mansion, catching eyesight with you and Bruce. “You excited?” asked Bruce, obviously seeing your ecstatic reaction to just the helicopter. “Kind of, but I’m scared,” you admitted, turning to Bruce for assistance. “He could have met so many girls when he was away, no matter how secret he was meant to be,” you muttered, looking over to Steve who was yelling into the helicopter. “Don’t doubt him, Y/N. I don’t think you realise just how much he missed you too,” he replied, turning back to the helicopter.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you watched a pair of legs swing out the helicopter before looking up to see Bucky. His hair had grown; a lot in fact but the rest of him was as bulky and heavily built as ever. By the looks of it, he had leaned out a bit but his definitive muscles were still there. You had to admit it, you kind of loved the look.

As he scanned the room through the large glass window, you pelted for the door, heaving it open before catching eye sight with him. Six months… for this moment.

Sprinted towards him, your eyes tearing up, Bucky opened his arms out wide, encasing you into him and shrouding you in his build. “Oh my god, Y/N, my Y/N!” wept Bucky, gripped onto you tightly. His hair flew in front of his head, hanging over the top of you as you pressed into his chest. “I missed you so much, oh my god…” he teared up, kissing your head before cupping your back into his chest. “Don’t you ever leave my like that again, Bucky,” you cried, turning to face him.  After a few moments longer remaining in each other’s hold, you turned to the mansion, lacing each other’s fingers with each other and made your way inside.

“Y/N!” called Steve. “This man loves you to pieces… you should know that,” stated Steve, tapping Bucky on the shoulder before turning away to go and greet Bruce and Natasha.

“He… uh… he had to put up with me when I missed you, and that’s saying a lot about him. Good dude right there,” chuckled Bucky, looking over to you, marvelling at your appearance. You looked thinner and your hair was lighter. You had started to curl your hair, just like Natasha, and he loved it. You were wearing a new top and it was much bolder than what you used to wear. He never imagined you would have changed that much in six months but he loved it.

“You were that bad?” you laughed.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with missing you, I don’t think! What, are saying you didn’t miss me?” he smirked, knowing he had got you wrapped around his finger. “Aha, alright old man,”

“Old man!” cackled Bucky, turning away from you for a second, his hand tangled with yours as he admired the simplicity of the mansion again. “I’m only 100. I have air in my lungs, don’t I?” he smiled, pulling the cheesiest grin.

“Thank god you do because if you didn’t, I would be so lost,” you smiled slightly, turning to Bucky who seemed to be watching your face intensely. Cupping your cheek, he leaned in to you, placing a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips. It had been so long… so long.

“That was…”

“Long overdue… I know,” sighed Bucky, looking up to your eyes. “But it happened, and that’s all that mattered,”

Are You Mine? *Part 1*

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Gif isn’t mine

Requested: Angst Request Please?, au where everyone see all in black and white until you see the eyes of your soulmate, reader see the colors when she see the eyes of Newt, but he can’t, she lies about the colors time pass and reader tells Tina “take care for him” and gellert hurts reader, she confess she loves newt and then dies. Years pass and Newt name his daughter like reader because reader Dreams about have scamander for last name. Sorry english is not my language. also Tina and Newt are soulmates! <3

Part 2

Thank you so much for the request! I was thinking of doing an angst fic but I wasn’t sure what to do, so this is a great request! I mean sad, but great lol

Warnings: Angst, angst angst angnsnsngnsnfddjffkdffjssjfdsj (im so sorry lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

Word count: 1,718

DO NOT post on other sites and claim as your work. 

Reblogs are fine.

Please leave feedback and ways I can improve my writing!! As they say, there’s always room to improve.

Now, enjoy!!

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The sounds of trains and people rushing around filled your ears, the usual black and white colors flooding your vision. You held your bag close to you to avoid any pick pocketers walking around. You walked to the closest bench by platform three and waited. 

Today was the day you were going to meet your new co-worker. You were a trained medical assistant and you were sent by the Ministry of Magic to assist a man by the name of Newt Scamander. Reports told you that he was a researcher of magical animals, and he needed your help in case he ever got hurt. You’d never been in a situation where you’ve had to help a magizoologist before, heck, you’ve never even met one, but you were excited to start a new adventure. 

“Miss, excuse me, are you Miss Y/n?”

You looked up to see the most beautiful green eyes you could see. Your eyes widened, and looking around you started to see colors you would have never imagined to exist. A large grin settled upon your face and you couldn’t help but squeal and stand up from your seat. 

Everything looked so beautiful.

You looked back at the man standing in front of you. He had a long blue coat on and he was holding a worn out suitcase in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a soft smile on his face. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, giving him a cute appearance. He had reddish brown, curly hair tousled on top of his head. Oh good God, could it be?

This was your soulmate!

“Miss, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Could he not see the colors too? No, that couldn’t be possible… Right?

Your smile slowly started to fade. “Y-yes, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” 

“Newt Scamander. I believe you must be assisting me on my trips.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it, immediately feeling a spark when your skin touched. Surprised, you jolted a little bit before slowly shaking his hand and letting go.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little jumpy, I-I… Do you not see it too?” You slowly looked up to his face once again to see a confused expression on his face. 

That proved your suspicions right, then. He couldn’t see the colors.

“See what? Did one of my animals escape again?” Newt quickly looked down and checked the lock on his suitcase. He saw that it was closed shut, but just to be sure he turned around, surveying the area. 

You took this time to look down again. Tears began to fill your eyes. This man was supposed to be the love of your life, your soulmate, and here he was - unable to see the same colors as you.


It’s been a year and a half since you’ve met Newt. As of now, you were helping him research animals for his new book. Sure, it was hard knowing that he couldn’t see the same as you when you were around, but there was that small sliver of hope that still remained in your brain. Maybe it would just take him time to realize that you were supposed to be his soulmate? After all, there’s no way you couldn’t be.

Right?

As of now, you were in Newt’s case, sitting at his desk and editing his book. It was coming along well. There was still much research to be done, and Newt still had to write about some other animals, but you really felt like the book was coming to a positive end. You just hoped that you could continue traveling with Newt once his book was finished. You cherished the friendship you had with him, even if he didn’t think of you as a lover.

Meanwhile, Newt was keeping the case on top of his lap. The both of you had decided that it’d be best to board a ship to New York for your next adventure, and now it was really happening. Newt recommended that you stay in the case to keep the animals calm, and also so that he wouldn’t have to pay for another ticket. Props of having a magical case people can fit in. 

Once the ship had arrived in New York, Newt walked off the boat and went through customs. There were many other things that had happened, but Newt had refused to tell you of the events. As of now, the both of you were stuck in an apartment with two sisters. One was named Tina, and the other was named Queenie. Tina seemed to be quite nice, and so was Queenie. Newt had pulled you out of the case to introduce you to the both of them, and you learned that Queenie was a legilimens and Tina worked at MACUSA. There was also another person there, a man named Jacob. Newt told you that Jacob was just someone he met, which sounded quite suspicious, since Newt wasn’t the one to go up to strangers and talk to them. To be honest, all of this seemed suspicious.

Not only had the two of you been thrown in a strange situation, but Newt had been acting quite weird since he pulled you out of the case. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting as the Goldstein sisters prepared something to eat. When you asked Newt questions, his answers would always come out clipped and short. Not to mention, when he had introduced you to that Tina girl, he had been fidgeting so much you thought something was wrong. However, Newt wouldn’t answer any of your questions, leaving you annoyed and tired.

Queenie called for Newt and you to come sit at the dinner table to eat. Jacob had already been sitting there, fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat the delectable food. Newt sat down next to Jacob, while you sat next to him at the head of the table. Tina sat in front of Newt, while Queenie sat in front of Jacob.

You all began to dig in, except for Newt and Tina, who had been staring at each other ever since they sat down.

“Are you guys ok?” you asked.

Newt didn’t break his gaze from Tina. “W-we… Tina, can you…?”

Tina smiled and shyly looked down before bringing her head back up again. 

“I think you’re my soulmate Newt.”

No. 

This can’t… That’s not what was supposed to happen! He was supposed to be mine… mine.

Tears started to cloud your vision. You immediately dropped the silverware you had been holding, your appetite completely gone. The chair you had been sitting on screeched as you pushed back and ran out of the apartment. 

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

You continued running out of the complex, tears streaming down your face. After all this time, he wasn’t even yours to begin with. All that time wasted, hoping that he’d realize he was yours and you were his. Thoughts of having a family together, dreams of being able to travel and grow old together, all gone down the drain. 

Numb.That was all you felt as you kept running out on the streets, not even knowing where you were going. You bumped into numerous people, yet you kept on running. Once you started to run out of breath, you slowed down and walked into an alleyway, leaning against a wall and sliding down it. You fisted your hair and cried. It felt like your heart was broken in a million pieces.

What’s the point anymore? You’ve loved him for such a long time, only to have you feelings thrown away for a mistake made by the gods. What a tragedy, knowing that those beautiful colors you only saw around him was a mistake. What a waste of time and energy.

What a goddamn waste. 


Back in the apartment, everyone was staring at the chair you had last sat in. Jacob slowly started to begin eating again while attempting to start up conversation with Queenie. Tina was looking at Newt, analyzing his confused facial expression.

“Newt? Is your friend… ok?” Tina reached over the table to hold onto Newt’s hand. Newt looked down for a little bit, before shrugging off her hand and standing up from his chair. 

He rushed over to the coat hanger and grabbed his blue coat, wrapping it around himself. “I have to go find her.”

Queenie abruptly stood up from her chair, causing it to shriek loudly. “No, Newt you can’t.” She knew what you were going through, and she also knew that you needed time to think.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry Queenie but I have to go. I don’t want her to get hurt.” Newt grabbed his suitcase and began to make his way to the door. Queenie rushed towards him and grabbed onto his arm, stopping him from advancing any further.

“Newt, she needs time to think. I know you’re close friends, but I think It’d be best if we leave her be.”

He shrugged off her hand and looked up at her. There was a long pause, before he remembered that she was a leglimens, meaning she knew why you had left.

“Queenie… Why did she leave?”

Queenie immediately took a step back at that question. “Newt, no. Don’t ask me that. Please don’t try to use my ability to gain access to another person’s feelings. You need to talk to her on your own.” She then turned away and started to walk back to the kitchen. Newt ran his hand through his hair in stress and set down his suitcase. He proceeded to take off his coat and hang it back up.

“Queenie I’m sorry. I should’ve never asked you that, it was impolite. You’re right. I’ll just wait until she comes back.” Newt took a seat on the couch and hunched over his knees. He was extremely worried about you, and he was confused as to why you had left so abruptly. 

Tina walked over to Newt and sat down next to him. She began to rub small circles into his back, assuring him that everything would be ok. 

But for you, everything was so far from ok

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ALRIGHT!!!! So I decided I would write a second part to this, because I made this wayyyyy longer than I intended for it to be. I really hope you like it though!! Also, feel free to send in requests!!! 

Love ya guys <3

Secret I won’t tell

Theo gets the reader pregnant and she is scared to tell him. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Theo and I were never really an actual couple. He just came over slept with me and then left. It’s not that i didn’t enjoy it. Cus i really did but i wanted more. I wanted him to be my boyfriend. He kinda was. He would sometime come over with pizza or a movie or something. But we never actually did anything when someone else was there. And now i found out that i was pregnant and it could only be his. I tried to keep my distance but it was hard. Douching his phone calls. His texts. The times at school where he would pull me into an empty classroom and ask what was wrong. I had even told my parents to not let him into the house.

I was walking down the empty hall on my way to my car when i heard a familiar voice yelling my name. Theo. I picked up my pace walking even faster than before.

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Ever Since You Left Pt. 2

A Shawn Mendes fanfiction. Part one here

A/N: I hope this isn’t confusing lol enjoy get ready for part 3 and then part 4 and who knows how much more stay tuned


A few days later, while hanging out at Emily’s house, she invited a few other of our friends to come hang out by her pool. The sun was warm, heating up the concrete around the water as we hung out. Brian, Shawn and Lauren were in the pool while Emily and I hung out at the edge, letting our legs hang in the water just up to our calves. We laughed as Brian and Shawn teamed up against Lauren in a spontaneous water fight.

“Leave me alone! Stop it, you guys!” Lauren shrieked, holding up her hands to protect herself from the splashes. The guys just laughed louder, Shawn coming and wrapping his arms around Lauren’s waist to jostle her around. Lauren’s laugh went up in pitch, her arm clinging to Shawn’s bicep as he held her close. Brian rolled his eyes and waded over to stand between my legs, his hands resting against my thighs. I met Shawn’s eye, saw his clenched jaw, before looking down to Brian with a fond smile.

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A Way To A Man’s Heart Is...

 Prompt: In which Y/N has feelings for an oblivious Lin. Told in interconnected time-lapses.

Pairing: Lin x Reader


A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

“Hey! That’s not for you!”

Groff freezes, the cupcake halfway in his mouth. “Wha?” he mumbles, blinking owlishly at you.

You stomp into the dressing room, closing the white pastry box containing the cupcakes that you’ve spent all of last night baking.  A couple nights ago, Lin was bemoaning the fact that his favorite bakery had closed down for the week. He was boasting about their cupcakes and how it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. Being the love-struck fool you were, you decided to give your dear mother a call and ask for the red velvet cupcake recipe that she was known for. You made everything from scratch, meticulously following the recipe that your mother had given to you.

Groff rolls his eyes once he realizes what you meant. “Why don’t you just tell him?” he hums, grinning as his gaze shifted onto something over your shoulder.

“Tell who what?”

Lin’s voice fills the air, causing you to squeak and spin around to face him.

“Nothing,” you remark, causing Groff to snicker behind you.

“Y/N made cupcakes just for you,” Groff announces, brushing past you as he left the room, finishing off the cupcake he stole from the box.

You gulp as Lin peers at the cupcakes.

“Y-You made this for me, Y/N?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you admitted, watching his face for a reaction.

“Wow, thank you,” he breathes, surprised. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright, I wanted to,” you reply, locking eyes with him. You silently begged him to ask you why you did it for him. Then perhaps, you’d finally have the courage to confess your feelings for the thick-skinned man that stood in front of you.

For the last six months, your attraction towards Lin had grown exponentially. He was just so full of life, laughter, and love. You didn’t even think such a person could exist! You thought it was all some type of facade, that there was no way that someone could be so genuine with all the exposure that he’s gotten from Hamilton. But time and time again, he’s proved you wrong. And each time, you felt yourself give a little piece of your heart to him, regardless of his acceptance or denial of it.

You were smitten and it was so painstakingly apparent for everyone else except for Lin himself. You were never the best with words, but you weren’t shy either. You hoped that giving extra and special attention to Lin would at least give him a hint. But no, being the pure-hearted being he was, he didn’t.

Or maybe he did know but didn’t feel the same way. He was too damn nice to turn you down. The thought made you sad, but you couldn’t control a person’s feelings. You completely understood that, remembering your failed attempt to bottle up your feelings for Lin. However, if he did verbally let you down, maybe you’d finally be able to move forward and let go.

“O-Oh… Well thank you,” he says after a pause. His eyes dart back to the box, effectively breaking eye contact with you and making the atmosphere awkward.

With a small sigh, you turn to walk out of his dressing room. “Let me know how you like them,” you call over your shoulder before you leave, the feeling of rejection wash over you.

A way to a man’s heart is to make room for his friends.

“Y/N!”

The chorus of your name brings a smile to your face. You squeezed into the booth next to Groff, who gives you a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You wipe it away dramatically, but then give him a tight hug. Tonight was your weekly date night with the ensemble, the Hors d'oeuvres and drinks scattered all over the table was a familiar sight.

You had to admit, you didn’t expect to become fast friends with anyone.  You were just an Usher for the Richard Rodgers Theatre, a part-time job that helped you pocket extra money at the end of the month. One day, Lin ordered catering for the theatre personnel as a show of thanks for allowing him to remove guests that decided to record the performance during the show. Surprisingly, he emerged from backstage and joined the staff for lunch. You nearly dropped the sandwich you were holding when he plopped down on the seat next to you, star struck that the genius behind the show was actually talking to you.

Slowly, the rest of the ensemble began to trickle in, joining everyone else for lunch. You had an instant connection with Groff, adoring his teasing yet friendly behavior. Both he and Lin introduced you to everyone else and then the rest was history…

You looked around the table, smiling at the faces you’ve come to love and consider as your second family.

Anthony, who noticed and misinterpreted the gesture, gave you a sly look. “Don’t worry, Lin’s on his way, Y/N.”

Everyone who sat at the table roared with laughter.

As if on cue, Lin appeared. You pushed Groff closer to Leslie and ignored the knowing looks that they both shot you. You notice that he wavers, eyeing the space next to Chris who sat opposite of you, before succumbing and finally sitting down next to you.

Seeing him hesitate dampened your mood. Maybe he really was too nice to reject you.

You glance at Anthony, who raised his glass, tipped it towards you, and winked.

You couldn’t help but feel better at his pained yelp when you kicked him under the table.

A way to a man’s heart is to make space for his family.

A middle-aged man stood in the gift shop of the theatre, pondering on whether not to buy the mugs on the table.

You glanced at your watch. It was almost time for the show to begin and you’d hate for him to miss the memorable introduction that King George III had. You walked up to him, offering him a kind smile when he looked at you. “Good evening. The show is about to start, so if you’d like, I can show you your seat.”

The man, who had shoulder length silvery-white hair, inspected your nametag, before nodding in agreement. You lead him to his seat, and then assume your position at the back of the theatre, allowing yourself to enjoy the show.

Three and a half hours later, you run into the man backstage. “Oh, hello!” you greet, waving at him. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, very much. I’m very proud of Lin,” he says, smiling.

You couldn’t help but tilt your head, observing his smile. You’ve seen that smile before. And his voice, it was strangely familiar. It reminded you of…

“Papa!” Lin swoops in, enveloping his father in a hug.

Then it clicks.

You inwardly gasp.

His father! It was Lin’s father.

“Oh! Mr. Miranda!” you exclaim, feeling heat spread across your cheeks for not noticing the resemblances earlier.

Lin pulls back from his father and looks at you with a quirked brow. “You’ve met?”

You sheepishly laugh. “I thought he was a normal theatre-goer, so I showed him to his seat,” you mumble.

Luis laughs, the booming sound startling you. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

You and Lin sputter at the same time.

Luis ignores the both of you and instead pushes the still stammering Lin to stand next to you. He lifts his phone and snaps a quick picture.

“Papa,” Lin warns before saying something in Spanish.

Luis rolls his eyes and motions the two of you to stand closer. “Say cheese,” he sings.

Bewildered, you follow his command. Lin does the same.

After the picture, the two men have a conversation in rapid Spanish, causing your head to spin. Lin’s voice had a desperate tone to it. Meanwhile, Luis seemed amused.

“If you’d excuse us, Y/N,” Lin sighed, exasperated, before wrapping an arm around his father’s shoulders and leading him towards the stage.

Luis struggles in his son’s arms as he turns around to say something to you. “It was nice to finally meet you, Y/N!”

A way to a man’s heart is to show vulnerability.

Anthony insisted on going to a new bar he discovered for the date night with the cast and crew.

Everyone, yourself included, approved of the choice. Unlike most bars, there were no rowdy college students or suspicious patrons. Every once and a while, people recognized the cast and asked for pictures. Overall, the ambiance of the bar was cozy.

Lin was at the bar by himself, volunteering to get the second round of drinks.

Your breath hitched as you watched a woman slip a piece of paper into Lin’s pocket, before strutting back to her table where her giggling friends watched the whole exchange.

Lin falters before retrieving the piece of paper that you knew had the woman’s phone number written on it. You expected him to throw it away, but to your disbelief, he puts it back in his pocket.

There.

That was the rejection that you needed.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur.

Lin, who sat next to you, gently nudges your side when he noticed how quiet you were. “You okay?”

You give him a weak smile, heart hurting as you looked at him. “I will be.”

A way to a man’s heart is through communication.

You avoided Lin all week.

You ignored everyone’s questioning stares when you didn’t sit next to Lin during the dinner dates. You lied through your teeth when they asked you if something was wrong. You didn’t even flinch when they teased you about your feelings for Lin.

It was one of the meet-and-greet nights, where high school students had the opportunity to stay after the show and talk to the cast and crew. You, along with security, were in charge of making sure things didn’t get too rowdy. As always, Lin was animatedly talking to a group of students that were completely under his spell.

You didn’t notice Luis sneaking up beside you until he spoke.

“Y/N, my son’s been moody every day this whole week.”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes, remaining silent.

Luis toys with the headphones in his hands. “You know, the only time he’s ever like this is because of a woman.”

A woman? The woman from the bar? You bite your bottom lip. Were they having issues?

“Lin’s never been the best with women. He’s always self-conscious and second guesses himself,” he continues in spite of your silence, “Especially when it comes to a beautiful woman who he thinks is beyond his league.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “What?”

“Not only that, but Lin almost bit my head off when I ate the last piece of red velvet cupcake in his apartment today,” he starts, “I’ve never seen him so angry over pastries.”

You turn towards him, having enough of the cryptic stories. “With all due respect, Mr. Miranda, but what the hell are you going on about?”

“Y/N, I see the way you look at Lin. My son tells me everything, and I assure you, he absolutely adores you too.”

You were stunned.

“What?” you say stupidly.

It seemed like that was currently the only word in your vocabulary.

“He’s been talking about you non-stop. I knew so much about you before I even met you,” Luis says, “But for the first time in six months he’s stopped. What happened?”

You squirm under his scrutinizing stare, afraid to lie to him. “I-I thought he met someone else. Some woman gave him her number and I saw him keep it. He doesn’t like me.”

Luis shakes his head. “If there’s one thing you need to know about relationships, Miss Y/N, is that communication is the key to a successful one.”

“Communication?” you repeat.

“It prevents all of this heartache,” he explains, “End the misery and tell him how you feel.”

“But he doesn’t like me,” you protest.

He snorts. “I beg to differ. The boy doesn’t even like red velvet cupcakes. He only ate them because you made them.”

You stay silent, soaking in everything that he’s said.

He made a satisfied sound at your silence and pats your shoulder before walking away.

A way to a man’s heart is…

Lin jumped in his seat when the door to his dressing room was whipped open.

Y/N, eyes glinting with determination, purposely walked to him.

He had a feeling that she was going to yell at him. He’s been picking his brain all week, trying to figure out what he did to make her so angry. He was prepared for the verbal onslaught. He’ll take anything she gave him, just as long as he was forgiven for whatever the hell he did. He was so lonely without her presence in his life. It was driving him insane.

“You. Me. Dinner after the show tomorrow night.” She grits out, hands clenched tightly as she waited for his response.

Lin felt all the oxygen leave his body. The girl that was way out of his league, liked him. The girl that has him reduced to a stuttering mess by just one look, liked him. The girl who he tried not to overthink every little thing she did for him, liked him.

“I-It’s a date,” Lin affirms.

Y/N’s determined behavior wavers, but she straightens herself up and gives him a glare.

“I’ll make sure to make those red velvet cupcakes that you love so much,” she harrumphs, stomping back out of his dressing room, leaving a laughing Lin in her wake.

He’d have to thank his meddling Father later.

Fork in the Road

Originally posted by stefinkas

Pairing: Dean x wife!Reader, Sam
Word count: 1,728
Warnings: Character death, swearing, suicide

Final Part of Last Chance


Months passed, seasons shifted, and so did Dean. Some days you weren’t sure how to even act because you never knew what mood he was in. He was so all over lately. You’d mentioned it, but it really didn’t accomplish much.

If his mood was sour after a hunt, you understood. However, him getting snippy with you wasn’t fair. You’d barely speak to him on those days, keeping yourself occupied. That way, he could pout in peace, and you wouldn’t be hurt because he got annoyed.

When summer came along, both kids were out of school. They’d reached the rivalry stage, and would go from playing nicely, to fighting like cats and dogs. Dean had left on a hunt the day before school let out for the summer. Then, cases had been back to back. It had been almost a month of no Dean, and you were at your breaking point. All you wanted was one evening to lock yourself away from them arguing, yelling, screaming, or getting into trouble.

A couple times he’d Skype’d them purely to talk to them about it, and that would help for about an hour. Until one kid took the car the other wanted. Then it was right back to it.

One night mid-July, you texted him. They had been at it since the second they woke up- at 4 that morning. Not once did they stop bickering. Not even food helped.

Babe? Are you busy? Can I call you?

What’s up?

I’m stressed out. The kids are wearing me thin. I need some kind of break. Please?

Babe, they’re kids. Can’t be that bad. Lol

Are you kidding me?! You’ve been gone nearly a month. That’s a month of parenting these two alone. A month of fighting over fucking cars, and who gets the goddamn red plate.

I think it’s you that needs to chill.

…I’m not even sure how to reply to that…

Just calm down. You’re getting too worked up. This case should be over soon. Just breathe.

Night.

Oh, come on!

No, go. Enjoy fucking around at a bar with Sammy.

Not fair. I enjoy a beer or two at night. So what? It’s relaxing, and it’s what we do. Not like I’m not stressed over here.

Not even close to the same, Dean. You can shut out for the night. I can’t.

With that, you put your phone on silent and rubbed your temples. How the hell could he try to turn this around on you? You didn’t want to argue with him anymore. Lying down, you let out a sigh to try to get some sleep. Just as your eyes shut, your daughter woke up. “MOMMY!” She called out, thus waking up your son.

“Fucking great.” You groaned, getting out of bed.

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Hair Trust - ||Joe Sugg Imagine||

Requested? Yes – ‘117 and 95 with Joe? ps. your imagines are amazing love! X’

o   PROMPTS:

·         “Can I do your hair?”

·         “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

[[I want to apologise, like a lot a lot like so very much like im really really sorry for being gone for so so long, ive sort of been trying to deal with a break up lolol and me being me, I never talk to a soul about my feelings and shit so ive sort of been quietly trying to deal with it hence my disappearance, but I really am sorry and I hope you all can forgive me this one time]]

“Joe, we have to leave in a few minutes.” you said, looking down at Joe as he lied lazily on his couch, phone in hand as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram.

“I know, Y/N. Don’t worry babe, I’m ready, just need to do my hair and I’m done.” He shrugged, continuing to scroll through pictures on Instagram.

“You hair looks fine.” You countered back.

“I still want to do it.”

“Can I do your hair?” You asked, your eyes brightening with excitement.

He softly laughed back, “Yeah sure, but, can I do your hair?” You looked at him with confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted to colour your hair tomorrow?”

“Oh…” You paused; you’ve never trusted anyone besides professional hair stylist with your hair, to add a little brightness to your hair, you’d colour it at home. But to let Joe, the known Youtuber prankster, to do your hair wasn’t something you were as excited about. “I mean—”

“Come on, Y/N. You can do whatever you want with my hair, if I can do your hair.” You reluctantly nodded, being slightly excited all whilst be very nervous.

After styling Joe’s hair in a new manner, one both of you were impressed with. The both of you left for dinner, laughing and forgetting about the night’s promise you had made.

*

It was currently the next day. You and Joe were doing a little shopping, buying a few necessities such as toothpaste and shampoo. That’s when you remembered your promise to Joe.

You tried to grab a hair highlight kit without Joe noticing, but he was right behind you, softly chuckling. “You aren’t very stealthy, Y/N.” a sigh left your lips as your shoulders drooped down.

“Joe, I swear to god, if you mess my hair up—”

“I won’t, trust me.” However, you could not have trusted Joe any less than you did in this moment.

As you finished your shopping and the both of you headed back home, you went to throw on an unneeded shirt as you got ready for the mess Joe was about to create on your hair.

“Welcome to my hair dressing saloon, Y/N.” Joe clapped his hands together as an almost sinister smile crept upon his features. “We are going to make you look gorgeous!” Joe exclaimed in a high pitched tone as he sung out the last word.

“Joe, I will break your fingers if you—”

“No need to get violent, I assure you, I have had many years of practise. Back in my days—”

You interrupted him as you laughed. “Back in your days? That must have been, what, 1857?”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m not that old…I’m much older. I’ve had much more practise. No need to worry.” He continued to joke around, calming your nerves. But as the reality sunk in, there was no denying you were worried Joe’s playfulness would get the best of him and he’d mess with your hair.

“Joe, honestly though, please don’t—”

“Y/N…” Joe said with laughter, “you’re cute when you’re all worried. I promise you I won’t play any pranks. When it comes down to your hair, this is a very serious matter.” He smiled, reassuring you once more as you nodded with a small giggle.

After a short while passed by with Joe’s brows creased in concentration and few swear words said under his breath. Your hair was done and all dry, he had even styled your hair just so he could be that little bit more extra.

You looked towards the mirror, moving your head around to see if he had missed any spots. “Wow, Joe. You actually did a really good job. I guess those days in the 1800’s really paid off.” You giggled, a smile growing on your face.

Joe nodded, brushing his shoulders off in a cocky manner. “Joe’s hair dressing saloon never fails its customers.” You both let a small laugh slip through as he hugged you from behind, giving you a gentle kiss. “Does this mean I get to do your hair from now on?”

“No, Joe. Definitely not. This is the first and last time you’ll get to touch my hair.”

“Are you sure? Because I can recall many times in which I grabbed your hair whilst—”

“Joe!” You yelled, laughing loudly as you playfully hit Joe on the shoulder, him chuckling back at you.