but hey i warned you

Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…

“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”

They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”

“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”

The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.

“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”

With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.

Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.

And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.

In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.

Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.

It’s Dean.

So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.

A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.

Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.

Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.

Kay, um, well, I love you.


Uh, bye.

Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.

Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”

It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.

“Love you.”

Tokens - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)


“Draco? Draco where did he go?” I asked one of the prefects in my hall.

“I don’t know, go ask one of the professors or something, love.” The prefect lazily dozed off, going back to looking at one of his trading cards he hid in his robes.

“Everyone in this damn school is bloody useless.” I muttered under my breath, going up the probably 6th staircase in the last 20 minutes.

‘Which way to the medical wing? Do you have any idea?“ I asked a couple of students sitting out in the courtyards. They were some Ravenclaws and they seemed intimidated by the Slytherin themed robes I had on, but they seemed to have snapped out of their senses once I asked again.

"G-Go straight and then take a left. You’ll see a couple of nurses there.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed, smiling and dashing off to the corridors in search of my friend. It had gotten a bit too heated today in Defense of the Dark Arts, having Draco called up to go against Potter from the Gryffindor house just to prove something that didn’t really matter. Draco had ended up getting really hurt and my heart was broken at the sight.

Unlike other people, I didn’t really blame anyone for this accident. I kind of take life as it is and when it sends to me. I don’t see any logical point in drowing your anger and sorrow into one person. Most times, it just doesn’t make sense.
You catch my drift at all? I hope you do.

“Shit, Draco!” I gasped, running in after seeing his almost sleeping state in one of the beds.

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First encounter

AN: Hey y’all, just going to warn you I suck at writing. I just want to let you know I tried my best and sorry if the writing disappoints. Also sorry for any typos, grammar or misspelled words. I’m also sorry if I didn’t translate right.


First day of kindergarten

 “Madre, no quiero ir!” ( Mom I don’t want to go!)

“ Tony…Por que?” Mrs. Padilla looked down at her son with curiosity. 

(Tony why?)

“Quiero quedarme contigo Mama!” Tony whined grabbing his mom’s leg as they stopped at the doorway in front of the classroom.   (I want to stay with you, Mama!)

“Sólo intente un día y ver si a ti te gusta?”   (Just try one day and see if you like it?”) Mrs. Padilla grabbed his hand from her leg and clasped it in hers. They slowly entered through the doorway of the brightly colored classroom and was met with a short blonde woman.

“Hello! What’s your name?” She asked gently but excitedly.

Tony looked up at his mom to see her nod in approval and smile down at him. He turned back to face the blonde woman and looked her in the eye.


As soon as he said his name the blonde woman’s features brightened instantly. “Nice to meet you, Tony! My name is Mrs. Jevvers! I’m going to be your Kindergarten Teacher!”

Tony’s face brightened a little.

“I already set up everything and you’re free to go around the classroom and find your desk! It should have your name on it.” She exclaimed with a bigger smile.

 He gave her a small smile and turned back to his mother who gave him a smile.

“See, you’ll be fine hijo.” She said as she gently hugged him.

Tony nodded but, he could feel his throat getting tight and his eyes start to get prickly.

She exited the embrace and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Adios Hijo, te amo.” (Bye son, I love you.) She cooed and waved goodbye as she exited through the door.

Tony swallowed a big lump in his throat and wiped his eyes.

Mrs. Jeevers looked down at him, sadness in her eyes.

“Tony are you ok? Your mother will come back don’t worry!”

Tony rubbed his eyes with his sleeves and nodded.

“Why don’t you go find your desk and I’ll start class soon!” She smiled trying to brighten his mood.

“Yes, mam.”

He left the blonde teacher alone and went over to where the desk where on the other side of the room. He glanced for his name as he made his way around the groups of desks. His eye instantly caught the bold red name tag with the letters TONY written in neat handwriting.

He pulled out his chair and sat down next to a bigger brown haired freckled boy.

The boy looked over at him and smiled. 

“My name’s Jonathan, what’s yours?”


“COOOL! Like Tony Stark from Iron Man?!.”

Tony hesitated and nodded.


The brunette proceeded to talk about Iron Man as the rest of the kids entered the classroom to get dropped off by their parents.

When all of the parents were gone Mrs. Jeevers clapped her hands to get the classes attention.

“Hello class, I'm Mrs. Jeevers and I’m going to be your teacher for the rest of the year!” She said with a big grin.

The class giggled and grinned.

“I’m going to call each of your names off so I can do attendance and when I do call your name I want you to stand up and tell us something fun you like to do!”

The class whispered and nodded.

“Adrian Hall?” She called.

“That’s me! I like to play with my legos!” A freckled red headed boy raised his hand and smiled showing off his toothy grin.

Mrs. Jeeveres smiled and continued calling names. Tony zoned out until he heard his name get called.

“Tony Padilla?”

He raised his hand.

“And what do you like to do Mr. Padilla?”

Tony thought as hard as he could until he figured it out.

“I like to play with cars!”

Mrs. Jeeveres smiled and checked off his name.

Mrs. Jeevers continued to call off names until she was done.

“Did I forget anyone?” She asked looking around the class.

“Mrs. Jeevers, you forgot me.” A quiet sheepish voice called from behind Tony.

Tony turned around till he was in eye contact with a small brunette boy with blue eyes.

“Whoever said that could you please raise your hand?”

The small brunette boy slowly raised his hand embarrassedly as all eyes in the class were on him.

“What’s your name, young man?” Mrs. Jeevers asked with another one of her bright smiles.

“Clay. Clay Jensen.”

Tony quickly realized he was still staring at the brunette and quickly flashed his eyes somewhere else in the room in embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, Clay! What do you like to do for fun?” She asked calmly.

Clay hesitated to get the words out of his mouth.

“I like to um…um..watch TV!.” He blurted out.

Everyone in the class except Tony giggled at him.

Clays cheeks slowed turned from a rosy red to a deep scarlet.

The teacher also giggled at him.

“I like to do that too Mr. Jensen.” She beamed as she made a mark on the attendance list.

“Anyone else?”

No one in the class answered.

“Ok that should be everyone!”She replied quickly.

“Could everyone please go sit around the chair? I’m going to read you guys a story!”

The class whooped in excitement and stampeded over to the rocking chair. Tony got up to follow them but stopped when he noticed Clay was standing little ways away from the group of chatty kids. The small hispanic boy quickly took notice of how the other boy fidgeted in his spot and looked over to the group in nervousness and proceeded to stare down at his shoes.

Tony thought about his options. He scratched his head of hair and made up his mind. Tony went away from the group and up to the shorter boy. He stuck out his hand.

“Hi, my name is Tony.” He smiled one of the brightest he could muster.

The other boy smiled bashfully, revealing a set of pearly white teeth with one missing middle tooth.

Tony could feel his heart start to speed up and his cheek start to get hot. 

He questioned himself internally on it but, ignored it when the soft-spoken boy whispered out.

“Hi! My name is Clay.”

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!


His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

Neil has a song titled ‘What Does a Name Mean’ and it’s kinda sad and slow and he sings it when he’s alone and thinking about running away from the Foxes before the Raven’s game and then there’s a reprise of it when ‘Neil Josten’ becomes legal and official that is the opposite and it’s hopeful and bording on happy but kind of cautious and just like Neil’s soliloquy type thing and this is what my brain does at 1 am ok

Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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Bruised and Battered Part 2

Sam, Dean x Reader (Friends, soon to be more)

1250 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

A/N: Mentions of Abuse. Also, sorry this one is shorter than I wanted, but at least I got something out!! Now I’m going to fall asleep and hope I feel better!

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With your legs tucked underneath you, you continued to stare out the window of the Impala, watching as trees and buildings sped past you, nothing but a blur. Your mind a million miles away as you thought about what lay ahead. If your parents were still alive, and whether you cared if they were dead.

Truthfully, that part of you was numb. Your parents had treated you so horribly, that you weren’t sure if you wanted them back or not. Sure, they were your parents, and you should love them no matter what. But this might be the break you were looking for. Feeling horrible for thinking that way, you quickly brushed away a spare tear, amazed that even after everything you had gone through you could still cry.

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Hidden Art (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warning: None

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could make a fic where the reader is a shy recruit at the Avengers and she doesn’t really talk to anyone and didn’t let anyone in her room, and one day someone walked to her room and found out that she was very good at art, told the team and they all asked her for paintings and stuff and she freaked out a bit? Sry if it is too long… 😅😅

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

When you were little and growing up, you always wanted to be a secret agent. You never thought you’d end up being the backup of the Avengers. Whenever the avengers went on a mission, they had their soldiers beside them. The ones who worked closely with them, like Rhodey but weren’t actually Avengers, and then there was the other SHIELD agents under their orders. You had worked you way up to Rhodey’s level, and now you worked with every avengers every day, and that included having a living space at the base with them.

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Garcia’s Helper (SR)


Hi! I was wondering if it’s not to much trouble if I could get a imagine involving SpencerXReader. Idea: she works with Garcia and has a friendship like morgan and her but with Reid and they have nicknames and they are very very close and live together. And everyone hopes they’ll get together because they are so close and are the babies of the group. You can decide to keep it a friendship or make it more(: Thank You💗

Warnings: None (Not edited)

your pov:

“Hey doll face.” I heard Spencer say from across the room. I smiled and walked towards him giving him a small hug. “Why did you leave without me this morning?” He asked looking slightly offended. “Spence I’ve been here all night. I didn’t leave without you.” I said giggling. “What? Why not, I could’ve sworn you came in.” He said walking with me to the coffee machine. I smiled and shook my head. “Penelope needed help last night, I stayed.” I told him pouring some half and half in my coffee. “I need to talk to that women, she keeps you here too much.” He told me strutting off to her office. “Garcia, you have been keeping her here too late.” He said complaining to his co-worker. “Sorry sugar plum, she offered.” She said tapping Reid on the nose with her feathery pen. He turned around and stared at me with his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, you didn’t want to come home and see me.” He said fake wiping away tears. I giggled and opened the door, “Spence you have work to be doing and so do I, I’ll come home tonight and see you.” I told him escorting him out. 

“You guys are so cute. I hope you guys get together.” The one and only miss Garcia stated, twirling a piece of hair around. “Come on Pen, you know we are just friends.” I told her pulling a chair up to my desk. “I know what just friends looks like. Just friends doesn’t look like that.” She said wiggling her eyebrows. “Then what do you call yours and Derek’s relationship then? Married?” I said snorting. “Ha-ha very funny.” She said whipping back to her monitor. “Our relationship is different.” She stated pursing her lips. “How so?” I asked back. “We don’t live together.” She said giving me a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes turing back to my screen to get the mountain of paper work done. 

By the end of the day I was tired and almost done with the paper work. My body ached and my mind was shut down completely. I laid my head on my desk closing my eyes. I sighed and yawned feeling my body relax. “Hey Garcia.” I heard Spencer say as he entered the room. “Hey lover boy.” Garcia answered back. “Lover boy?” He asked, “Yeah, you and Y/N love each other it’s obvious.” She told him. “What no we don’t.” He said in a high hushed voice. “Yeah okay lover boy.” She said laughing. “How long has she been asleep?” He asked. I felt him come closer to my side. He placed a hand on my back, rubbing his thumb in circles over the fabric. “Only a few minutes.” She answered him. I felt him poke my side and lift up my hand dropping it back down on the desk. “Y/N wake up.” He said shaking my shoulder. I groaned and pushed him away from my body. “I’m too lazy to move.” I said resting my head on my hand making me stay up. “Come on, I’ll drive us home. You can get your car tomorrow.” He told me, taking my upper arm and pushing me up on my feet. “Okay, okay. Let me grab my purse.” He held it up in his hands placing a hand on my back. “I already got it.” He said quietly in my ear. I shivered feeling the warm breath on my neck. 

I climbed into the passenger seat buckling myself in. I closed my eyes trying to get some sleep. The feelings swirling in my head gave me a headache. Do I love him? Do I want to be with him? I mean we live together but we’ve never talked about getting romantically involved with each other. I curled my hands around myself making myself feel secure. 

“Hey Y/N, we’re home.” I heard Spencer say. I groaned and stretched out my arms and yawned. “Will you carry me. I’m too tired.” I said pouting looking over at him. His tired eyes softened. “Alright angel face.” He said getting out of the car coming around to my side. He opened my door and held my waist as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into his neck breathing in his scent. “You’re such a baby.” He said laughing. I shrugged my shoulders, “Eh. I’m not complaining. You’re carrying me.” I said smiling into his neck. His chest vibrated as he laughed. “I guess that’s true.” He unlocked the front door and placed me on the floor. “I didn’t want to be put down.” I said whining. He playfully rolled his eyes and set his keys and shoulder bag down. “Come on sleepy head.” He said lifting my knees up in one arm holding onto my back with the other. I hooked my arms around his neck. “Spencer I like you.” I said snuggling into his neck. He laughed, “I’d hope so, we’re living together.” I laughed and shook my head as he sat me down on my bed. “No Spencer, I mean I like like you.” I told him fiddling with my hands. The blush flushed over my cheeks making me hot. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed my lips gently, but passionately. “God I’ve been waiting to do that.” 

My Feelings Are Valid! (Sex Hair PT. 2)

Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Some language

Word Count: 475

(Gifs not mine)

You were sitting in the library messing with your computer when you heard Dean’s voice booming through the bunker.

“Why Cas?”

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I like him, and he likes me.” you responded.

“But why?” he really wasn’t going to drop it.

Were you really going to have to tell him the story of how you and Castiel had come to be dating? Because he wouldn’t like it very much. He sat across the table from you as Sam walked in.

“Still not leaving her alone about it are you Dean?” Sam said, sitting down at the head of the table.

“Nope,” Dean stated, a grin on his face, “so, tell me the story.” He leaned his head on his hands in a very ooh tell me manner. You looked up from your computer.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.” he assured you.

You shook your head and leaned back in your chair.

“Alright, but just remember I warned you.”

Sam and Dean both looked at you, Sam figuring he wasn’t going to like what he hears and Dean not quite getting it.

“Well-” you began, closing your laptop and leaning on the table to make eye contact with your brother- “a few weeks ago, when you guys left me here to go on that vampire hunt, I got really drunk and I fucked him. Haven’t been able to stay away from each other since” you said, smirking, trying to egg Dean on.

You saw Sam take a deep breath, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

Dean’s expression went from sarcastic to pissed in less than a second, you threw your hands up in defense, “Hey, I warned you.”

He stood up, his hands balled into fists. You laughed, you were really amused at his reaction; because what was he really going to do? Try to beat up an angel?

“Dean,” Sam came to your defense again, “drop it.”

“Drop what?” Castiel appeared out of nowhere, looking between the three of you.

“My feelings are valid!” Dean huffed, causing you and Sam to double over.

“Did I miss something?” Cas asked.

You shook your head no as you tried to catch your breath, “No baby, Dean’s just a little huffy because we’re together.”

Cas looked at Dean, now feeling caught up on the situation. Dean gave Cas on overprotective older brother look as you walked over to Cas.

“We’re going out,” you said, “try to get your testosterone under control, Dean.” you joked as you and Cas walked out of the room.

Dean turned and opened his mouth to say something to Sam, but he just shrugged, “Don’t look at me dude, she’s an adult.”

“Yeah, well, I’m goin out for beer.” he said.

“Don’t follow them!” Sam warned, but Dean waved his brother off.


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Don't Worry Mom, My Boyfriend Isn't Give Me a Homemade Tatto

“Don’t Worry Mom, My Boyfriends Not Giving Me a Homemade Tattoo” Summary: Y/N gets a homemade tattoo by the lovely Grayson Dolan 

 Warnings: None, talk about needles but that’s really it 

 a/n: I wrote this because my dumb ass got myself a homemade tattoo and I was reminded of the Instagram photo he posted of Ethan giving him one so, here ya go. I feel like this might be kind of a weird plot but.. I mean.. 

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me”, your forehead in your palm and your wrist in his hand.

Grayson smirked slightly and looked up at you through his long eyelashes.  “You are the one who wanted this”.

“Yeah I know”. You breathed heavily and leaned back in the chair that Grayson had instructed you to sit down in. Grayson was currently sterilizing your wrist, ready to give you the stick and poke tattoo that as of about 15 minutes ago, you didn’t even really want. You and Grayson were getting ready to go to bed when you started tracing the lines on his tattoos, when you got to the one that Ethan had given him a while back. “Did it hurt?”

“Hell yeah it did”, he chuckled a little bit on how dumb it was that he got it in the first place.

You continued going over it with your fingers, slowing putting Grayson to sleep.

“Give me one”.

His eyes shot open. “What?”

You looked at his now very alert face, “I want one”.

He sat up slightly, you following, leaving the place you had on his chest. “Are you sure? I mean it was really last minute and it really fucking hurts”.

You laughed slightly. “Yes I’m sure”. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I’m a big girl”, you moved your face a little closer to his. “I’m sure I can handle the pain”

This calmed him down a bit and he chuckled and said, “Alright, if you insist. But if I hurt you, you’re not aloud to hurt me”

So here you were. In one of Grayson’s shirts, him still in his grey sweats, a needle only a few inches away from your skin, ready to ink a heart into your wrist that really had no meaning to you except for maybe the fact that Grayson was the one to give it to you. You couldn’t stand to look at it, so you focused on a picture that was hung on the wall. It’s not that you had a fear of needles, you just naturally prefered when one wasn’t in your skin.  “Please don’t fuck up”.

He was currently outlining where the heart would go in Sharpie. “Your lack of hope in me is insulting”, he was joking but you could tell from the tone in his voice that he was concentrated, on not doing just that. ‘How’s that?”

You looked at where Grayson had just been tracing, and there sat a small heart, nothing special, but you liked it. “Yeah that’s cute”.

“Okay”, he reached for the needle that was currently attached to a special and thread. “This is how much of the needle is going into your skin”, he put the needle closer to your face could see a good half an inch sticking out, you grimaced at the sight. “I haven’t started yet so if you are going to back out at anytime, it should be now”.

You looked at him directly in the eye, seriously thinking about backing out now that you’ve actually seen the needle and seen the mark that would permanently be on your skin. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “just kiss me first”.

Grayson laughed slightly and leaned over to kiss you, calming you almost immediately. “Ready”, he asked taking his spot back on the stool he was positioned at earlier, picking up

“No, but go anyways”, you now had your face in your palm, blocking your view of what was happening.

The first poke took you off guard, “ahh”. It wasn’t really a scream, more of a surprised release of breath. You pulled your face off of your palm and looked at Grayson with your mouth open.

“I told you”, he defended himself. “Do you want me to keep going”, he reached his hand over to put the needle on a nearby table, almost sure that you were going to say you didn’t want to do it anymore.

“No!” Grayson opened his mouth wide at your eagerness. You closed your eyes and let out a breath. “Just please go as fast as you can”.

Grayson kissed your wrist, “Alright”, he placed the needle right next to where he poked you earlier, “here we go”.

The pain hurt, but it was tolerable. You found that not looking at it caused it to hurt more, so you made sure to keep your eye on the needle and on Grayson. He got to a really sensitive part on the very top of your wrist and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper. Gryson looked up at you for a second and then back at your wrist, “I’m almost done baby girl”. It felt slower than it actually was, and by the time he was done you were nearly covered in sweat.

“Alright”, he said leaning back to examine his work. “Done”.

You breathed out through your mouth and brought your wrist closer to your face to look at it.

“Like it?” He looked hopeful and he pulled your wrist back down dragging a sanitary wipe over it, which didn’t sting as bad as you thought it would.

“Yeah, I love it”, you scooted forward so you were closer to his face and he wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling, relieved that you liked it. “I hate you for that though”.

He pulled back with his hands in the air, “hey, I warned you, this is all on you”.

You laughed and brought your hands to his face, his finding where they originally had been. “I know, I’m joking”. You finally kissed him, relieved to feel a sensation that was claiming instead of painful. You pulled back, “but I never want you to do it again”.

He laughed, “faire enough”.

After wiping your wrist again with a sanitary wipe and placing saran wrap over it, he took you back to bed. You laid down next to him, placing your head comfortably on his chest and placing your wrist above you head, staring at the ink shaped heart. “You did really good”.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. You did too. You handled the pain really well”.

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me, I almost vomited”. He chuckled above you, causing you to smile.

“Well thank you for not doing that, I would have felt bad”.

You snuggled closer into his torso, intertwining your legs with his and snaking your arm around his waist. Slowing his fingers danced up and down your arm, calming you. “Thank you”, you murmured, eyes still closed and head still placed on his chest.

“Anytime, love. Go to sleep”. You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer once more. You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, leaving the mark on your wrist with some sort of meaning.

Cute & Clumsy

Warnings: none

Rating: M

Word Count: 1476

I was pressed against the wall, the material of one of his t-shirts had ridden up my torso. Dan’s freezing hands were on my waist, and mine were currently messing up his soft wavy hair. We’d been in his room making out like teenagers since Phil had left the house to run some errands. I left his room to put a plate in the kitchen and he had all but attacked me when I came back, shoving me against the wall and capturing my lips with his own. We were never spontaneous like this, but I was not complaining. He nipped at my lip and I scratched my fingers into his scalp in response, making him moan against my lips. Eventually, Dan’s tongue managed to find its way back into his own mouth and our swollen lips pulled away from each other. His chocolate eyes burned into my own, we were both breathing heavy. My hands came down from his hair and slid over broad shoulders. Keeping our eyes locked, I let one of my hands trace along his collarbone and he shivered. His breathing was rough. “Not that I’m not into making out with you, bear,” I kept touching along his chest, “but what brought this on?” Dan looked down, and a glimmer of that shy awkward boy I fell in love with years ago passed over his face. My other hand cupped his cheek, and brought his eyes back to mine. “I dunno. I just kinda like seeing you in my clothes.” The words came out small and breathy. His hands pressed into my waist, and he kept looking between my eyes and my lips. I couldn’t help but tease, though. “Oh really? So how come you didn’t attack me that time I wore your sweater to the mall? Or whenever I wear your shirt and we-”

“Fine, I like it when you wear only my clothes.” His face grew warm against my palm. I smirked and rejoined our lips to save him from embarrassing himself any more. Slower this time, we kissed and kissed and kissed. Dan’s hands slid up the skin of my back, pulling his shirt up while my fingers made their return to his curls. Reluctantly, I parted our lips once more, but kept his face close. “Well you know what I think is hot?” I murmured, relishing the way his warm dry lips brushed over mine as I spoke. “What?” he breathed. It was my turn to cast my eyes downward. “If you and me…” I trailed off, he was hanging on to my every word, though. “…fucked right here. Against this wall.” He said nothing, so I reunited our lips. Only for a second, though, just enough to leave him wanting more. “Wait, actually?” I didn’t respond, just started trailing kisses down his jaw and along his sensitive neck. I nibbled at creamy skin until he finally caved. “Fine. Don’t be mad if I drop you, though.”

My lips pulled into a smile and I went to pull Dan’s shirt over my head, but he stopped my hands. “Leave it on. Please.” I smirked and nodded. My hands wandered over the fabric of his pajama shirt. I had no issue with pulling his clothes off. I started sliding my hands across his skin and he jolted away from me, separating our mouths. “Your hands are freezing!” he whined. “So are yours. And I’m not even complaining,” I quipped right back. We fell back into making out. I switched my weight from one foot to the other. Dan’s fingers suddenly started massaging my breasts, pinching gently at my nipples through his shirt. Though I wasn’t particularly sensitive there, I still arched toward him in encouragement. Hands ventured south, one slipping underneath the band of my panties. My teeth sunk into his lower lip when he ran two fingers up my slit. Dan started rubbing circles into my clit and I had to force myself to concentrate on kissing him. I moaned. Unconsciously, one of my legs came around his waist, giving him a better angle. When one of his fingers slipped inside of me, I pulled back. “Don’t tease,” I whined. His lips curled against my own, “Sorry, baby.” My leg dropped off his side and he stepped back to finagle his sweats and underwear so they sat about halfway down his thighs. I couldn’t help but laugh at how comical he looked with his pants partway down. “Hey shut up, jerk. Or I’ll leave you here,” Dan warned. I rolled my eyes, “You couldn’t leave me here if you tried,” I taunted. He came back to me again, pressing our bodies against each other. “Okay, let’s do this,” Dan said, eyes playful. I nodded and lifted my leg to wind around his waist once more. Doing so lined us up perfectly. It occurred to me we’d never had any sex involving a position like this, Dan seemed to realize that too. Cautiously and carefully he ran his hand up my other leg and brought it upward. Now, I wasn’t heavy, but I wasn’t exactly light either, so I was pretty surprised when Dan easily lifted me so I was wrapped around his middle. Once my ankles managed to lock right above his backside he finally slid into me, making us both sigh. My arms rested over his shoulders and I pecked his lips. “Wow. I can’t believe that worked,” I said in disbelief.

“I know. I honestly thought I’d drop you and you’d leave me here with my pants down.”

“Oh shut up. But I’m not too heavy right?”

“Nah. I probably don’t even need to carry you, actually. If I just-” Dan’s hands were suddenly gone from around my thighs. I buried my face into his neck and squeaked. He had leaned us forward so I was pressed hard between the wall and his body, using our weight to hold me up. I pulled my face back and brushed his nose with mine. The adjustment he made had pulled him deeper inside of me, and I moaned softly. “Alright moment of truth,” I said. He nodded and started moving. In seconds, we found a rhythm that had us both gasping into one another’s necks for a few minutes.

Things probably went south when I went to tug on Dan’s hair. I knew it always unravelled him, having a pain kink and all. It broke his concentration quick. His pace faltered and I suddenly became aware that my feet had fallen asleep. My ankles unlocked themselves from around Dan without my permission. Forgetting I was pressed against the wall, the fear of falling made me squeeze my thighs hard around Dan’s waist. Seeing gravity trying to yank me down, he went to try and hold me up by the waist, but had to step away from the wall to do so. With nothing really supporting me, I started an unavoidable journey downward. His shirt sliding easily against the wall didn’t help, and now Dan couldn’t stop me from falling. What with me still clinging to him, he lost his balance as well and we started sinking. I yelped and Dan screeched, then we were a heap of sweaty limbs on the floor. Struggling, we untangled and Dan all but yanked his sweats back into place. Then his clammy hands were everywhere, checking over me like a parent. He was poking and prodding me asking, “Pumpkin, are you alright? Did I fall on you? Does anything hurt?” I swatted his hands away when he found a particularly ticklish spot. “I’m fine, babe. I just can’t believe that we fucking fell,” I laughed. We managed to prop ourselves against the wall, legs and sides and shoulders touching while we sat on the floor together. “Yeah. Honestly I don’t know why you thought we could try it. We are literally the clumsiest people in existence. I’m surprised we lasted as long as we did,” Dan said. I rolled my eyes. Together, we sat on the floor, just laughing and probably finding the situation more hilarious than it was. Soon, though, we were sitting in comfortable silence on the carpeted floor of my boyfriend’s bedroom. “I love you, you clutz,” Dan sighed.

“Same to you, butterfingers.”

I threaded my fingers through his, and noticed how cold and clammy our palms felt when pressed against each other. I was struck with an idea right then. Bringing my leg across his lap I straddled him, bracing my hands against the wall beside his head. Dan looked up at me with a curious smile on his face. “What are you doing now?” For about the millionth time today, our lips connected. When he broke for air, I put my lips to his ear.

“There’s no reason we can’t fuck against the wall like this, right?”

Expecting [Rick Grimes x Reader]

hi!! i absolutely love your writing, i think youre really talented and your stories make me so happy omg☺️ would you be willing to write an imagine where the reader is pregnant and hasn’t told rick yet but daryl knows and he’s been helping her by getting her the things she needs when he goes on runs and stuff, and rick starts to get mad about it so him and the reader get into a huge fight and then she tells him that she’s pregnant?? that would be amazing!! thank you sm love❤️

Here you go anon, hope you love it! Sorry it took so long! 💙

Words: 1,579

Warnings: None

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He Still Has My Heart

Prince Adam/The Beast x reader

The Curse Series: Part one, part two, part three

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 931

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey cuties!! I hope that you enjoy this new part of The Curse Series. Hopefully, I will be able to post another requested imagine later today. I have just two more weeks of school left so YAY!!! Hope your school years are wrapping up nicely. Have a wonderful day!! Love you kids!

You sat peacefully in the library, reading one of your favorite books. Your completely peaceful moment was soon ruined as Cogsworth came running and panting into the room. You looked up in concern at him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Are you alright, Cogsworth?” You asked, slowly approaching the older man.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need a moment.” Cogsworth paused, taking more deep breaths before continuing, “The master, he’s been injured.”

“Is he okay? Where is he? What happened?” The questions rushed out of you, overwhelming poor Cogsworth.

“Calm down, everything will be alright. He’s in the west wing as we speak, having his wounds treated by Belle.” Cogsworth explained, turning back to the door to walk with you to the west wing.

“What happened to him?” You asked again, except it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“May I just first say, that none of this would have happened if Lumiere hadn’t messed up and told the girl about the west wing.” Cogsworth tisked, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Get on with it!” You exclaimed, growing impatient with the clock that was walking next to you.

“Well, we gave Belle some dinner and sent her off to bed. We told her to go straight to bed, but did she go? No, she went into the west wing!” Cogsworth complained, throwing his stubby arms in the air.

“She went into the west wing?” You all but screamed in disbelief.

“Yes and she touched the case that held the enchanted rose. Prince Adam got very angry with her and simply terrified her! She ran out of the castle and he chased after her. Luckily, he was able to save her from a pack of hungry wolves. The wolves did scratch him up quite a bit, but luckily the girl had enough sense to bring him back to the castle.” Cogsworth rambled on with you listening carefully to each of his words.

“The wolves didn’t hurt him too badly did they?” Your pace to the west wing becoming faster.

“He’ll be fine. He just may need to stay in bed for a few days.” Cogsworth said, struggling to match your fast pace.

You were getting nearer to the west wing, when you heard Adam yell out in pain. Without a moment’s hesitation, you began to sprint to the west wing. The adrenaline of the moment overtook you, letting you run faster than you ever had before. The only thing on your mind was the threat of Adam being hurt or in danger.

“Adam!” You cried, bursting through the doors of the west wing.

“(Y/N)!” Adam immediately called back, matching the desperation that your voice held in his own.

A girl that stood next to his bed watched the two of you with curiosity. You could see that Adam had sat up in panic on his bed after you had shouted his name. He looked down at you with worry, as if you were the one that had been injured. You continued to run until you were at his bedside, next to the girl that you could only assume ws Belle.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your eyes quickly scanning his fur for injuries.

“I’ll be fine. There’s no need for you to worry.” Adam’s voice was soft and quiet, something no one in the castle had heard for years.

“You got attacked by wolves! I think I have every right to be worried.” You scoffed as Adam reached out a paw to lift you onto his bed. Everyone in the room watching your interaction carefully.

“Don’t overwork yourself, love. I’ll be better in a day or two.” Adam promised, a genuine smile stretching out on his face as he talked to you.

No one had seen Adam smile since the day he had gotten into a fight with you. This moment was enough to bring tears to Mrs. Potts eyes. This was wrong though. Belle was here to break the spell, not you.

Without another word, you hopped off the bed and out the door of the west wing. You shouldn’t have even gone to see him in the first place. You were supposed to hate him. Yet, he still held your heart in his hands. If only you could have his.

“Who was that?” Belle asked, after the door had shut.

“That was (Y/N).” Adam said, his voice cracking as he said your name.

Belle opened her mouth to ask more questions, but stopped when she saw Adam turn onto his side and begin to fall asleep.

“Let him rest for now, you can ask him all the questions you want in the morning.” Mrs. Pott leading Belle and Cogsworth out of the room.

“Master,” Lumière began, knowing that Adam was still wide awake. “You still have feelings for (Y/N), don’t you?”

“What does it matter?” Adam growled, opening his eyes to look at him.

“I want you to be happy, that’s what matters.” Lumière smiled.

“I’m happy now.” Adam protested, ignoring the knowing look Lumière was giving him.

“Sir, for the first time in years I saw you genuinely smile tonight and it was because (Y/N) was in the room. Don’t ignore what you feel. It will cause you more harm than good.” Lumière advised, before heading towards the door. “Sleep good.”

“Thank you, Lumière.” Adam said, watching Lumière shut the door before he closed his eyes again.

Adam wondered how you still had complete control over his heart. He just wished that you would give him yours.

My contribution for the prompt game with @tonystarkstoga. Short and a day later than usual but hey, it’s here now. Be warned, for ridiculousness awaits you!

I choose vodka,” Tony says, his voice deep and serious, leaving no room for doubts or arguments.


At least there shouldn’t be room for them. Apparently New York’s newest, crazy, son of a bitch hasn’t gotten the message though. Too bad. Tony almost likes the guy. Or would, if it hadn’t been for the villains’ latest demands.

Tony sighs in exasperation. “I choose vodka,” he repeats, slower this time. He makes sure to convey just how stupid he believes–knows–them to be with his tone, just to piss them off.

He is loveable like that.

“How can you-” Floaty the Conqueror, or whatever his ridiculous bad boy nickname is, trails of in confusion.

“Well, you’ve given me the choice between my team mates’ life and the life of a little kid,” Tony comments with the air of a man who’s been handed a thousand demands just like this one in the last month. “There can hardly be a better choice for a drink then when facing a moral dilemma like this one, can there? They tend to be quite hard on the stomach, you know?” he adds reasonably. “Maybe you should read Kidnapping for Idiots, or else we’ll be having a lot of similarly embarrassing conversations in the future.”

“I suppose that- wait!” Floaty calls out in sudden realisation, “You’re just trying to distract me until you can free yourself!”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not,” Tony assures Floaty–and that name sounds too cute, now that he thinks about it, he’ll have to rename the guy or else fighting him will be difficult. “I wouldn’t waste both our times like that. I freed myself half an hour ago, while you were arguing with your bodyguard.”

Floaty pales rapidly and scrambles for his gun. “You’re bluffing!”

“I’m really not,” Tony calmly raises the gun in question. “On a completely unrelated note, you really should have read Kidnapping for Idiots first. I’ll be sure to have a copy delivered to your cell. It’s got an entire chapter dedicated to me, right under the bold DO NOT KIDNAP line. But I suppose experience is its own kind of teacher after all.”

Later: “Sixty-seven minutes? You’re losing your touch, Tones,” Rhodey shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“Nah,” Tony smirks, all smug satisfaction. “It was pretty fun, seeing Natasha dangling in the air like that, spitting mad but unable to do anything but plan murder. Poor Floaty though, I don’t think he’ll even make to the prison.”

rainy days | donghyuck

Pairing: Haechan + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning: none

Request: Hey I know you are a new blog but I still want to request you something. Can I have a cute fluffy scenario of nct haechan where he’s your best friend but you both have feelings for each other and he suddenly confesses? You can make up your own way of him confessing. Thank you and I hope you do good! xoxo


Reader’s POV

“Come on we have to go.” You screamed to your best friend while looking outside the school windows near the entrance. It had been said that there will be a huge thunderstorm soon and if we don’t leave now, we might be stuck in school for longer than we need to. Turning around, you saw Donghyuck slinging his school bag over his shoulder while running towards you from the end of the hallway. Normally, you would be well on your way back to your place after school but today, you had to stay back a little while because Donghyuck had to talk to his math teacher about the upcoming test later this week and you promised him to hang out today.

“I’m coming. Hold on would ya.” Donghyuck said panting. You rolled your eyes just as you were about to turn around to open the door when suddenly, a loud thunder boomed making you jump up in surprise. Donghyuck simply just laughed at you while shaking his head muttering something under his breath.

“If we get soaked, I’m gonna kill you.” You said glaring at him for laughing.

“Relax loser, your house is only a five-minute walk away. We can make it if we run.” And with that, he opened the door and sprinted making you scream back at him but that didn’t stop you from laughing and running after him. Both of you started laughing loudly half way there and finally stopped when your house was in view. But unfortunately, that’s exactly when the heavy rain started to fall making you shriek up and attempt to cover your hair. Donghyuck grabbed your arm making you run once again to your house. By the time you arrived at your front door, both of you were soaking wet. Hands shaking while feeling around the front pocket of your bag for your house keys, you successfully opened your door after three tries and Donghyuck whining for taking too long.

“Oh man, I think it’s gonna rain throughout the whole night,” Donghyuck said taking off his school uniform jacket and reveal his white shirt underneath.

“That sucks. What if our parents aren’t able to come home tonight?” You asked mirroring his actions by taking off your jacket leaving you in a white shirt and your skirt.

“It probably won’t be that bad honestly. Let’s just wait and see.” Both of you took off your shoes and socks since they were both soaking wet and you opened your closet to put your jacket in. Donghyuck leaned forward standing behind you to also hang his jacket in the closet. His chest coming in contact with your back making you blush and being thankful for him not being able to see your face. He was your best friend from when both of you were kids but you also couldn’t help the feelings he gives you whenever he touches you.

“You hungry?” You asked turning around to come face to face with him. It surprised you to see how close his face was to yours but you tried to not give any emotions away by having a neutral facial expression.

“Yes please.” He smiled down at you while nodding his head like a little child making you smile. Ahh what this boy does to me.

You made your way to your kitchen while he made his way to your living room to turn on the tv. You quickly prepared sandwiches for the both of you knowing Donghyuck likes them very much especially the ones you make. Upon returning to the living room to give food to Donghyuck, the power shut off making the whole room dark. You immediately froze where you were for a good two seconds before you felt Donghyuck arms around you. He knew you were scared of the dark and you were thankful that he was with you right now or else you would’ve been alone until your parents returned from work which was usually late at night.   

“Don’t be scared, I got you,” Donghyuck whispered in your ear as he held on you tightly. Times like this, you find it so hard not to kiss Donghyuck and hold him close to you forever but the thought of him not feeling the same way always makes you stop your actions.

“Let’s watch a movie on your laptop yeah?” Donghyuck said slowly pulling away so he can try to see your face. You nodded putting down the tray of sandwiches and taking his hand to lead him into your room even though he knew his way around your house from the back of his head.

“I’ll get blankets while you grab my laptop then.” Without saying anything, Donghyuck simply followed your orders and grabbed your laptop from your desk and got your charger patiently waiting for you by your door while you got your cute pink blanket with the design of different candies.

“What movie do you want to watch?” You were feeling a little more in the romantic side but knowing Donghyuck, he would hate it and not pay attention to the movie at all.

“Whatever you want.” You responded seeing him raise an eyebrow at you. “What?”

“I wanna watch a horror.” He tilts his head to the side a little giving you an innocent looking knowing damn well that you hated horror. You opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it. “Nuh uh, you said whatever I want.”

“But Donghyuck-”

“Relax baby girl, I’ll protect you.” Often Donghyuck will call you cute names and you’re used to them but that doesn’t stop your stomach from doing flips. He winked at you before walking back into the living room and you following suit pouting like a little child when their mom doesn’t buy them ice cream.

After settling down on your couch next to each other with the blanket over you both, you placed the laptop on the coffee table and started playing the movie. Not even a second into the movie, you jumped when a girl dressed in a white gown with black hair appeared on the screen laughing. Donghyuck placed his arm around your waist trying not to laugh at you but miserably failed. He burst out laughing making you hit his shoulder.

“Why are you so scared?” He managed to ask while trying to gasp for air.

“Because she just popped out!”

“So? She looks exactly like you! You shouldn’t be scared to see your face on the screen.” He’s still laughing like that’s the funniest thing ever.

“Shut up!” You covered your embarrassed face with your hands. Like that wasn’t enough, a loud crash was heard making you even more terrified. You jumped up but this time you held on to Donghyuck.

“Aww don’t worry. Donghyuck here will protect you.” His arms found the way around your body bringing you closer to him.

“Donghyuck, I don’t want to watch this movie.” You whined hiding your face in the middle of his neck and shoulder. You felt him tense underneath you making you look up at him. His eyes locked in with yours giving you a look that you never have seen him do. His eyes softened at you looking deep into your eyes making you slightly blush but you made sure not to break eye contact.

“Yah, why do you do this to me?” He whispered quietly, almost too quietly but you caught it anyway.

“What do you mean?” You asked too in a quiet voice. His eyes got bigger and he looked away from you. “Donghyuck?”

“N-nothing. Forget I even said anything.” You frowned at him suddenly moving away from him. He noticed the warmth leaving him making him look at you once again. He smiled probably hoping you’ll forget about it but his eyes say otherwise.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked suddenly standing up watching him mirror your action quickly while shaking his head.

“No of course not.” He answered with his eyes wide.

“Then what do you mean why I do this to you?” You asked taking steps back. You suddenly started thinking of all the bad things that could happen. Did he get tired of you? Did he not want to be your friend anymore? Did you do something that might’ve made him mad?

As you were taking steps back, Donghyuck started taking steps forward. You finally stopped when he got a hold of your arm. He stopped walking when he was right in front of you, looking up at him, you saw him giving you a small smile. He took one hand to your cheek and your stomach did all types of flips and kicks. He started leaning in making you close your eyes and your head started feeling dizzy. His lips came in contact with yours and that was the moment you swear time stopped. He stayed there for a few moments to check if you protested but when you didn’t move away from him, he started moving his lips and you kissed him back. You have been waiting forever for this and there you are kissing your best friend who you thought you had no chance with. You took one of your hands to place it on his chest grabbing his shirt. Finally moving away for some air, He rested his forehead on yours while catching his breath. You slowly opened your eyes to meet with his and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this for.” He said taking your hair and putting it behind your ears.

“I can say the same.” Donghyuck smiled at you and your stomach started doing all sorts of tricks now.

“I love you.” He kissed your forehead over and over. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, a lot.” You started giggling at how cute he was seeing a smile form on his face when he saw your reaction.

“Let’s go on a date right now.” You smiled but suddenly realizing.

“It’s raining.” You pouted.

“Well, let’s have one inside.” He stated in a mocking tone making you hit him on the shoulder. He hissed and rubbed the spot you hit him.

“Damn, here I thought you would be nicer to me now.”

“Not a chance babe.” You smirked and his face lit up.

“Babe? I like the sound of that.” Shaking your head you walked past him.

“You always call me that.” You looked back up at him once you took the tray of sandwiches placing them on your lap after settling down on the couch.

“Yeah but you never called me that. It feels weird, a good weird.” He jumped up and down like a little school boy before heading towards you and sitting beside you. “Fed me!”

“Yah, I’m not your slave.” You complained giving him a sandwich.

“True, you’re my girl now.” If you didn’t blush before, you were now. You’re my girl now. You kept repeating the words over and over making you even redder. You looked at him to see him smiling at you a little bit red as well. You immediately hid your face on his chest grabbing a fist full of his shirt. You felt his head rest on yours and his arms warping around your body.

“Don’t say stuff like that!” You lied. You wanted to hear him call you his. You wanted to sit with him like this with you and hear him say all the cute stuff boyfriends call their girlfriends.

“You’re mine.” He whispered in your ear giving you shivers down your spine. You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly crashing your lips on his. He quickly responded by kissing you back. Your second kiss was short and quick but still one of the best you ever had.

“And you’re mine.”

Suddenly, you heard a scream coming from your laptop reminding you that the movie was still going on and because of that scream, you heard Donghyuck scream and you looked at him with wide eyes. It didn’t take long for you to start laughing and making fun of him.

“You-you scream like a girl, oh my god.” You had tears coming out of your eyes and you fell on the couch on your back laughing. “That was so funny.”

“I wasn’t scared! I-I just wanted to make you feel better.” He watched you laugh at him as his face got red.

“Yeah right. Your face when you screamed. I can’t, it’s too funny.” you covered your face with your hands as you still laid down on the couch. Right when you were about to get up, you felt a heavy body fall on you. Taking your hands off of your face, you came face to face with Donghyuck. You placed your hands on either side of his face smiling at him which he returned. He started to tickle your side making you burst into laughter once again.

“Donghyuck, stop!” You managed to say between laughter and breathing for air.

“Say you’re sorry and I wasn’t scared then.”

“No! I will not let my pride down.” You said stubbornly but he started to tickle you even harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, okay you weren’t scared and I’m sorry!”

“There you go.” The tickling stopped and you felt his hand go from your waist to your exposed thigh and he placed his head in the crook of your neck planting kisses.

And at this moment you knew, you knew you were in love.

Just a Friend- Noah Hanifin

Originally posted by dyllarkin

YAY! I passed my test and class guys! So now I have a few months of freedom (minus work) to devote to writing… but we all know me and my ability to procrastinate! So… enjoy!

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Anon Request: Hey, I know you have a super long queue of imagines to write and everything but I was wondering if you could do something with Noah Hanifin? I give you creative freedom lol


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