dude she just told you to shut up

Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

  • “No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”
  • “You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”
  • “Don’t touch her/him!”
  • “It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”
  • “I will always step in between you and something like that.”
  • “Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
  • “Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”
  • “The stepping stool is unecessary.”
  • “I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”
  • “If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 
  • “I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”
  • “Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”
  • “You could have been hurt.”
  • “I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”
  • “I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”
  • “I’m gonna protect you.”
  • “You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”
  • “I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”
  • “Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”
  • “I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”
  • “She/He isn’t an object.”
  • “She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”
  • “You don’t know anything about her/him!”
  • “What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”
  • “I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”
  • “Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”
  • “Wait, let me walk you home.”
  • “I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”
  • “It’s dangerous.”
  • “I’m worried about you.”
  • “I meant it when I said I would protect you.”
  • “I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”
  • “It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”
  • “I’ll go see what the noise was.”
  • “Stay on the phone with me.”
  • “Promise me you’ll be safe.”
  • “I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”
  • “He/She did what to you?”
  • “I won’t let you go through something like that again.”
  • “I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”
  • “Stay behind me.”
  • “I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”
  • “I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”
  • “No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 
  • “Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”
  • “I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”
  • “Thank you for always sticking with me.”
  • “I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”
  • “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
  • “Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

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It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text about Jensen to the wrong person.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his tan leather recliner.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch in his trailer.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

“Y/N…she sent me something…interesting.” Jared smirks, his smile falters a bit when Jensen snatches the phone from his hand.

“It can’t be that funny. Jeez.” Jensen rolls his eyes, but they soon widen in shock once he sees your text and the picture that accompanies it.

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Thanks for the massage bruh!

This happened couple years ago. Long story, TL:DR at the end.

I was a student and i was working shit tons to be able to pay for my school. I was driving a cab or a limo at nights so I usually would skip classes except exams or finals. It was one of days that i had to be in school for a final exam. This exam would determine if i need to go another semester or not.

I borrowed my friends car that day. I was kinda hungry. After a quick drive thru, i grabbed some burger king. We hit a red light. I knew it was a long one. I pulled out fries, opened a ranch sauce and i was enjoying the fuck out of them fresh fries. Until i look at the rear view mirror. I was the very first car at the lights, in a super busy street. I saw a buick in the mirror, coming at me really fast. I totally knew that he/she wouldn’t be able to stop. I put it on park, pushed the hand brake (i’m still holding the ranch sauce.)and stepped on the brake so she won’t hit and push me to the crossing street. Sure enough she hit the brakes, her car slided and rear ended me. It was a noisy hit but i knew it wouldn’t damage the car too bad. Being a driver gives you that experience. It was the 4th time i was rear ended that year. Big city traffic. Smh.

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It’s Always Been You //P.P

I can honestly say that almost all my imagines will be about Peter Parker, but I may throw the wild Tom Holland one into the mix to because why tf not? Plus I might open up a request box so you guys can send in stuff. :D 

Anyways here is another Peter one because heeeeey. 

THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS. SO THEY ARE 17/18 BECAUSE SENIOR PETER PARKER. 

Warnings: Swears, heated make out session (hence the reason they are seniors). 


“How does she even put up with him?” Peter asked Ned while staring at Y/N and Flash. 

“I don’t know.” Ned answered. 

“Why does she even date him?” Peter asked again. “Out of all the guys she could date, why him?” 

“You know how Y/N is, she always sees the good in people, somewhere deep, deep, DEEP inside, there must be some good in Flash.” Ned told him. 

“Ever since she started dating him it’s like we don’t exist. She was our best friend and he took her from us. The worst part is that it doesn’t even seem to bother her that we don’t talk anymore.” Peter said sadly. 

“Dude, it only bothers you because you have been in love with her since like, 4th grade.” Ned pointed out. 

“Shut up.” Peter mumbled. 


“Flash what the hell!” Y/N yelled angrily. She had just walked in on him about to kiss another girl. 

“Y/N I swear it’s not what it looks like…” He started. She held up her hand. 

“Don’t even try to throw around shitty excuses. I gave up almost everything for you!” She stormed away. 

“Y/N stop, I can honestly explain!” Flash pleaded. He went to grab her hand but she flinched away. 

“Don’t bother! Thank you for clearing up my thoughts. I really did waste the past year of my life dating a douche, and also lost my best friends in the process. Thanks for nothing.” She spat. She walked away not really knowing where to go. 

She really wanted to talk to someone, but she didn’t know who. 

It was a chilly day in Queens. Y/N walked around for a while, arms folded across her chest. She walked into a coffee shop for a hot chocolate to warm up a bit. While she was ordering the TV showed news of Spider-Man who recently stopped a huge accident from happening. 

After seeing that Y/N knew exactly where to go, and who to talk to. 

She ordered one more hot chocolate and quickly left the shop. She made one more stop at a corner store to grab some candy.

She was now standing at someone’s door. She knocked quietly with her foot since both her hands were occupied with the drinks. 

When the door opened her heart sped up. 


To say Peter was surprised to see Y/N at his door would be an understatement. He was utterly shocked, and confused. 

Yet he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. She stood there with her wavy hair in one of those messy pony tails, glasses one her face, he assumed she didn’t feel like wearing contacts, a purple knitted sweater, dark jeans, and brown ankle high boots. 

“Hi.” She said softly. 

“Hey.” Peter said still staring at her. She looked sad. 

“Can we um, talk?” Y/N asked. “I brought hot chocolate and your favorite candy..” 

“Sure.” Peter said. She walked into the apartment and went straight to Peter’s room. She sat on the bed and sighed. 

“Everything okay?” Peter asked. 

“Um, well, no.” Y/N said. Peter noticed a tear fall down her cheek. He quickly went to sit by her. 

“Y/N what happened?” Peter asked throwing a comforting arm around her. 

Y/N sobbed uncontrollably. To be honest, she wasn’t even crying because of Flash, she has been wanting to end that for while. She was crying because even after almost a year of not talking, Peter was still willing to be there for her. 

It’s honestly one of the reasons she loved him so much. 

Y/N had always loved Peter, she just never thought she stood a chance. To him she would always be just a friend, even though she lost him as a friend. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Peter asked again. She looked up at him. 

“Flash cheated on me.” She told him. Peter’s jaw clenched. How on earth could anyone want to hurt this beautiful girl?

“He what?” Peter said angrily. 

“It’s honestly fine Peter. I was going to break up with him anyways, this was honestly just my easy way out.” Y/N explained. 

“Then why all the tears?” Peter asked while wiping some from her cheeks. 

“Because I wasted a year of my life with a piece of shit, and I lost my best friends.” Y/N told him. “I honestly don’t even deserve to have you comfort me, I ignored you and Ned for so long when I shouldn’t have. Flash wasn’t worth losing you two.” 

“Hey it’s okay. You’re here now, yeah it sucked not talking to you, but we never hated you, you were always still one of our friends Y/N. We just never understood why you were dating Flash in all honesty.” Peter said with a small laugh. 

“I don’t understand why anymore either.” Y/N said with a giggle. She pulled Peter to him and hugged him tightly. 

“Thanks Peter, I miss you so much.” Y/N said softly. 

“I missed you to.” Peter told her with a smile. 


Weeks went by and Y/N had never felt better. She had her two best friends back and everything was back to normal. Whenever Flash would try to talk to her the boys always defended her and told him to get lost. She was thankful for them being there for her.

Y/N and Peter were currently sitting on her couch watching a movie. Ned had left earlier due to him having to go out of town with his parents early in the morning. 

Y/N was cuddled into Peter’s side, while his arm was draped around her waist. 

Their heartbeats were out of control. 

Y/N looked at Peter, admiring his features. 

“Everything okay?” Peter asked taking her out of her trance. 

“Yeah.” She told him. “Everything is perfect.” 

He smiled at her and looked back towards the TV. It didn’t take long for Y/N to put her hand on Peter’s cheek and make him face her again. 

“Y/N? You sure you’re okay?” Peter asked again. 

Y/N looked from his eyes to his lips back and forth before pulling his face down to hers so she could connect their lips. 

Peter was shocked at first but he quickly melted into it. Y/N pulled away to quickly for his liking. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know what came over me..” Y/N said quickly. 

“Don’t be sorry.” Peter told her. “Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?” Peter asked her. 

“What?” Y/N asked shock. 

“Dammit Y/N I have been in love with you since the 4th grade.” Peter confessed. Y/n just looked at him before pulling him back to her. 

Their lips connected again. It was much more heated than the first kiss they had just shared. Peter pulled Y/N onto his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. She gently grinded onto him, causing him and her to moan into the kiss. Her fingers were tangled into his hair, and his hands were hot on her skin. After a good amount of time they pulled away, both out of breath, foreheads resting together. 

“Wow.” Y/N said breathlessly. 

“I know.” Peter said with a smile. “After all this time, I finally got to kiss the girl I’ve been in love with since we were little.” 

“You love me?” Y/N asked. 

“Yeah, I do.” He said softly. “I know you probably don’t feel the same about me, especially after everything that has happened with Flash, and that’s okay, but I feel a lot better now that I’ve told you how I feel.” 

Y/N threw her head back and laughed. 

“Peter your such a moron.” He looked at her confused. “I never cared or loved Flash you idiot. I only dated him because I didn’t think I would ever stand a chance with you.” Y/N told him. 

“Wait.. Really?” Peter asked. 

“Peter… It’s always been you. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” Y/n told him with a smile. 

“You really love me back?” Peter asked. 

“I always have, and I always will.” Y/N said softly before pulling him to her again. 

The Troublemaker: Taehyung

**Inspired by this gif

Prompt: Taehyung the troublemaker has taken it upon himself to bring up Y/N’s sexual life with his best friend’s to hers, but not to tease her but because he’s jealous. 

Pairing:Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Mentions of Femdom

**This is purely based off of Taehyung’s video persona!

**Please feel free to give feedback and if you’re in the AMRY and have a few suggestions or a few things you think I should know when writing smut or anything for the boys let me know!

**For anyone reading this who doesn’t follow me, this is my first BTS smut, I know it may suck, and if it does, please do not hesitate to tell me ALL CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED!

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Hospital

Originally posted by crossroadscastiel

Originally posted by theblueeyedbee

REALLY REALLY LATE FOR @nickiwinchester97 and @rosie-winchester Challenge. My Wifi went down so I had no way to upload it. 

Prompt: I wanted to break the rules, but broke my arm instead.

Beta’d by this bitch: @fangolf 

Warnings: Description of fights.

The protectiveness your brothers had for you was both appreciated and annoying for the following reasons : You couldn’t go out after hours, Never to go on hunts alone, and to always tell them where you were going at all times. Not only was privacy nonexistent your date life was also thrown out the window. Any boy you either mingled or flirted with; No matter if victim or stranger they were always scared off by your brothers.

You three were at a town posing as cops for a (presumed) werewolf kill and you were able to talk to the witness a few years older than you and gain her trust. It was then that she invited you over to a house party since her parents were out of the house and left her to attend it. It was the perfect chance for you to live a normal teenage life for once in your life.

You had to be extra careful though. If your brothers found out it would be hell. Sam would give you a lecture while Dean tried hard not to yell at you; It’s happened before and it isn’t pretty. It normally ends up with you locking yourself in your bedroom and avoiding them at all costs.

“Okay.. Phone - Check. Wallet - Check” You pranced around in your bedroom thinking of anything you could have forgotten or missed. “Ah! GPS.” 

You quickly turn off your GPS before using multiple pillows to form a semi body shape under the covers. If you were leaving you had to convince them you were still asleep. Quietly leaving the room you called Sasha to go and pick you up.

***

The music blared and vibrated off the walls, The room so filled with people that it stretched all the way to the backyard.

“You enjoying the party?” Sasha —  The witness asked.

“Uhm yeah! It’s alright.” You answered; Taking a swing of your soda from your red cup.

You weren’t much of a drinker like your brothers, But found closure in it when rough times hit.

“That’s good. I’ll talk to you later!” She walked off when she was invited to dance by what you presumed was her boyfriend.

**

You didn’t know things were going to escalate this much. A group of boys drank too much and now were in an argument. People tried to push them off but that caused a stir and now both were throwing punches. Yells and shouts from both the fighters and standbys were getting louder by the minute.

Some encouraged the fight while others tried to end it. Half of the room was now covered in white by the flashes of the ones who were taking videos on their phones.

“Stop! Guys!” Sasha tried to control them, But her voiced wasn’t acknowledged.

One of the fighters ran up the stairs and everyone followed.

“Wait!” You tried to call after Sasha but she ran upstairs behind the wad of people.

You waited a few seconds before going after her. Being here was a bad idea and you wanted to go home. Making your way up the flight of stairs you get to the top and yell her name. Hurried footsteps get your attention and next thing you know you’re falling down the stairs.

You hit the steps and roughly land at the bottom.

CLACK

You land on your arm. You shout curses due to the shooting pangs of pain going up and down your arm, Your eyes watering.

People crowd you and ask if you’re okay, Some even asking if you were alive. Out of nowhere your brothers are in front of you, Suits and all.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?” Sam calls your name and inspects your arm.

“Sam?- FUCK” You yell in pain when Sam moves your arm.

“Definitely broken” He mutters.

“Alright everybody! Get the hell out before we call for backup!” Dean ordered. 

The music stopped and just like cockroaches — They all scattered.

“Alright (Y/n) You gotta get up. We need to get you to a hospital” Dean helps you to your footing while being careful with your arm.

“You’re so not getting out of this” Sam murmurs, Staring at your limping frame.

***

You were out of it for most of the ride and ER visit but were given pain killers that immediately knocked you out.

Your eyes opened and the first thing you saw was a white ceiling. Not a good sign. You tried moved your right arm, But mild pain shot through. Looking down you saw a blue cast. And right in front of you were your very VERY angry older brothers.

“Hey guys-” You tried to dodge the seriousness of a conversation.

“Don’t ‘hey guys’ us. Why the hell were you at a party? in the middle of the night?” Dean’s voice was low and rough, Trying not to waken up the whole hospital.

“You can’t-”

“You turned off your GPS even!” Sam adds in.

“I was-”

“You even tried to trick us with a bed full of pillows! We thought the worst (Y/n)”

“If you would let me finish I could tell you why!!” You shout, Glaring at both of them. “This is the first ever party I went to in my life. I’m a teenager! Tell me one time I spent quality time with friends! I have no life guys! It’s all hunt, hunt, hunt. There’s no time for me! I have no privacy! You guys scare away any possible relationships! I bet Dean sneaked out to parties when he was a teenager! Why can’t I!? Oh yeah, Because you guys won’t let me! Just because I’m your sister! You can’t keep my locked up for ever.” 

Your voice dies off when you see their faces riddled with guilt.

“I shouldn’t have done it, I know that. I wanted to break the rules, but broke my arm instead. I know what I did was wrong. But you can’t really blame me”

You’re all silent until Sam speaks up.

“We’re sorry. We just want to protect you. You’re our little sister.. You’re only one and you can’t dodge death just like we have.. We’re sorry. Do you forgive us?” Sam shows you his signature puppy eyes and you can’t hep but give in.

“Alright. But I get to leave the bunker more.”

“Deal.” Dean finally speaks up. “But no more sneaking out for parties” He raises an eyebrow awaiting your answer.

“Fine. No promises though.” You laugh, Moving your arm by mistake and letting out an cry. “Let this be my lesson. I learnt it. Can I be off the hook?”

“No” They both say simultaneously.

“Oh come on a broken arm isn’t enough!?… Did I fool you guys with the pillows though? Also, How did you guys know where I was?”

“Nope. I used to do the same thing. You can’t play a player (Y/n)” Dean has a smug smile on his lips that you wanna rip off.

“You didn’t notice until I pointed out she wasn’t breathing” Sam chuckles at his brothers annoyed face.

“Shut up”

“And Sasha called us. Told us there was a party and a fight started. We took our chance and went to see what was up. One of the dudes that was fighting was the one who threw you off the stairs. He said he was running away before he bumped into you and you fell down the stairs. We got there just in time too. You’re lucky you didn’t die. The boy even offered to pay for the hospital bills.” Sam yawned.

“We got burgers instead. You want one?” Dean asked, Getting Baby’s keys out of his pockets.

“Do you even need an answer?” You laughed, Mouth watering at the sound of a juicy burger.

“Be right back then” Dean made his way out the door quickly, Also wanting a bite of a delicious greasy burger.


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Bleach

Pairing: DeanxReader, Sam

Summary: Dean’s preference for blondes gets under her skin and she comes up with the perfect plan.

Word Count: 1,733 

Warnings: None

A/N: Huge shout out to @queen-of-deans-booty for beta reading this and helping me with the ending. She’s seriously a gem and you should all check out her work. 

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Slow Burn - Part 1

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,995


Ding dong!

Ding dong!

“Y/N! Open up!”

Shit. You were hoping he forgot.

You lazily stroll over to your front door and pull it open, “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?” You greet dryly.

Your best friend Justin is planted in front of you with raised eyebrows, “Why aren’t you ready?” He asks annoyed.

“Ready for what?” You fake innocence as he invites himself into your home. “Oh please do come in!”

Justin shoots you a bitch face and shuffles into the kitchen, “I was hoping you’d be all ready and excited for your date. But I forgot who I was dealing with.” 

“Blind dates suck!” You declare with a whine, wrapping your pink fluffy bathrobe tight around your body.

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  • Gregg: So what's it like dating Bea?
  • Mae: Well whenever I say that joke about her acting like a tool she pretends to laugh.
  • Gregg: That's how you know they're a keeper!
  • Mae: Aww, Angus laughs at your bad jokes?
  • Gregg: I've never told a good joke in my life, dude.
  • Mae: Same.
  • Gregg: She doesn't seem like the type to kiss people though.
  • Gregg: How's that work?
  • Mae: A lady never kisses and tells.
  • Gregg: ...
  • Gregg: So how's that work?
  • Gregg: Is it like shotgunning a cigarette?
  • Mae: Shut up! *Laughs and punches his arm*
  • Mae: Why do they date nerds like us, anyway?
  • Gregg: We're just too hot to resist, I bet.
  • Mae: Tsk tsk.
  • Mae: *shakes head* Another victim falls to the Borowski charms.
  • Gregg: The busted lip falling in a trash can charms?
  • Mae: The very same.
  • Gregg: I'd be swooning if I didn't have a man back home.
  • Mae: So noble.
I Don't Wanna Live Forever

“I’m literally getting on my car, Charlie. I’m coming.” Adam rolled his eyes as he opened the car’s door and got inside. He hung up the phone, throwing it in the passenger’s seat with a sigh. Why did Charlie have to make him leave the house and put his track on hold for a meeting?

He drove through the streets, glad there wasn’t much traffic. The faster he got there, the faster he could leave.

He stopped at a red light, getting his phone so he could check on something while he waited for it to turn green. Once it did, he went ahead and in the moment right in the middle of the road, a car hit him full speed. He felt everything spinning around him, his mind no longer cooperating with him, he felt frozen. Hitting his head, he blacked out, waking into unconsciousness. Everything was black.

Taylor was just flipping channels when his name came on. She rolled her eyes, figuring it was probably nothing and there the images started rolling in. His car was wrecked. A wave of panic rushed to her hearing that he was rushed to the hospital. Was he okay? Of course not, he’s in the hospital but it could just be to get a check up, nothing major. But with his car looking like it was, the car she had been in many times, there was no way he was okay.

She had to remind herself that she wasn’t close to him anymore, that she couldn’t just jump in the car and walk into the hospital to know if he was okay so she decided to wait. But it the worry that had settled into her brain was taking over and she couldn’t even think about anything else. He had to be okay. She hated to admit that she cared about him but she did. You can’t love someone so deeply and not care about them even after they hurt you.

It was now two in the morning and she was wide awake, sitting up in bed, phone in her hand, desperately trying to know if there was more information about the accident. It wasn’t doing any good, she had a flight early in the morning, back to Nashville.

She got out of bed, taking a few deep breaths because her mind was going into an endless spiral and she needed it to stop. She needed it to stop because the possibility of him being hurt badly or worse…that was terrifying. Utterly terrifying.

It was four in the morning when she decided to call Adam’s phone and it rang about four times before the call was taken. But it wasn’t Adam on the phone. It was Charlie making her even more worried.

“Charlie?”

“Tay!” Charlie breathed out. “You know about it?”

“The accident? Yeah it’s all over the news. How is he? Is he okay? Is he hurt.” She fired her questions, albeit afraid of the answers.

“It’s bad, Tay. I’m trying to get hold of his parents and friends but I don’t know, I…I can’t…it’s all my fault. I made him come to the meeting. It’s my fault.” Charlie rambled, emotion thick in his voice.

“Charlie, you’re not making any sense! Calm down and tell me what happened!” Taylor raised her voice slightly.

“He’s unconscious. They say he hit his head. He was on his way over to a meeting I made him come to and some crazy ass dude just went pass a red light and hit his car pretty bad. They say he broke his leg but his head is the worst.” Charlie told her and she shut her eyes taking a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault, do you hear me? It’s the other guy’s, okay? Charlie, I need you to calm down so you can call Pam and David. Or maybe call Sophie.” She said to him, trying to stay calm. From the way Charlie sounded, she knew it really was as he said, bad.

“Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“I know you guys broke up and all that but can you call Adam’s parents?”

“Charlie,” she sighed. “I’m not sure I can do that. Either way, I’m leaving tomorrow, well today. I was just worried about him.” She but her lip, running a hand through her hair. If she was being honest, she just had to make a call and cancel the flight. She had nothing having to do with work for a few days and the thought of having to call Adam’s parents, especially his mother who had been so lovely and kind to her after her and Adam had broken up made her the least bit uncomfortable because she knew they’d fly over and she would cancel the flight and she’d go to hospital and she’d be with them and more importantly, with him.

“Okay.” Charlie frowned. “I’ll promise I’ll call you if there’s any news.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

Despite her efforts to stop herself, she cancelled the flight and stayed in LA. In case anything happened, she’d be close and although she didn’t really want to face it, she was concerned.

Charlie had stayed in the hospital the whole night, waiting for Adam to wake up and the doctors had told him it wouldn’t take long. They had also told him that there was a possibility of memory loss which worried him a bit but at least he was out of danger.

Sitting on the chair next to Adam’s bed, Charlie noticed him move his finger making him jump off his seat.

“Adam?” He called out carefully. Then pushed the button to call the nurse.

After a few basic questions, like his name, age, date of birth they left him alone with Charlie.

“My head feels like it’s about to blow.” Adam mumbled, trying to sit up.

“You me scared there, mate.” Charlie chuckled softly and watched as Adam shut his eyes sighing. Then after a second, his eyes shot open and he looked around the room.

“Charlie, was Taylor with me? Where is she? Is she alright?” Charlie’s eyes widened at his question.

“She wasn’t with you. Why would Taylor be here?” He questioned, confused.

“Because she’s my girlfriend, Charlie and I almost died, she’d be worried.” Adam explained and Charlie stood frozen for a second, not really knowing what to say.

“Right, yeah. I’m just gonna go have a word with the doctor okay.” He nodded his head, walking towards the door.

Memory loss. He had no recollection of the last six months. So no break up, no fighting, no online outburst. All gone from his memory. So in his mind, Taylor was his girlfriend and they were happily in love which would be hard to break it down to him so Charlie didn’t know better than to call Taylor.

“Hi, any news? Is he alright?”

“Good news is he’s awake.” Charlie told her.

“Thank god, that’s great.” Taylor breathed out a sigh of relief then quickly realized there was something else. “Okay, what’s the bad news?” She gulped.

“I…” Charlie cleared his throat. He was afraid of what her reaction would be. “He doesn’t remember anything that happened in the last six months.”

“The last six months? You mean…” she gasped. “He doesn’t remember…”

“Your break up, yeah he doesn’t.” The silence on the other side of the line worried Charlie. Obviously this would be a complicated situation. After all Taylor and Adam had gone through, how the mistakes they had made had become almost irreparable, this would be hard. “Taylor, say something, please.” Charlie murmured.

“You need to tell him.” She snapped. “You need to tell him what happened. I don’t care.”

“It’s gonna break him.” Charlie warned.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s the truth. It’s reality.” She sighed.

“I think it’s better if you’re the one to tell him.” Charlie said.

“What why?” She questioned.

“Because you were there. You know what happened, I don’t. Adam doesn’t really open up about that time. He didn’t say much when I asked about it.”

“This is great. Just great. I haven’t seen him in months, Charlie. Months. Do you know how hard this is for me?” She sighed. She could feel herself overthinking it. It would be the first time she saw him ever since they broke up and she’d see the man she loved, not the one she had left but the one she fell for.

“Taylor, please, I can’t do it. I don’t know how. You have a way with words, you can make it easier on him. I just…please.” Charlie begged her.

“I’ll do it.” She decided. “But I’m not sugar coating it, okay? I’m telling him the whole story. I know it’s going to hurt him but I can’t do it any other way.”

She entered the hospital, the nervous feeling becoming bigger by the second as she knew she was a second closer to be face to face with Adam. She walked up to the reception.

“I’m looking for Adam Wiles?” She spoke gently with a smile.

“Name.” The lady behind the desk asked, busy with whatever she was doing on the computer.

“Taylor Swift.” She told her quietly not wanting to attract attention. The lady looked up from her computer, her eyes going wide.

“Oh hi! It’s you, wow!” The woman chuckled.

“Yes,” she looked at the woman’s tag, reading it. “Jessica. His room?”

“His friend warned us you’d be coming. He’s in room 105.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” She nodded.

As she entered the elevator with people with nervous looks on their faces, much like hers. She started thinking about the reasons these people were here. Births, sickness, visiting people. She wondered the reason for their nervousness, wondered if it was anything like hers. Then her mind travelled to Adam. She had been preparing her speech all the way to the hospital. She’d tell him why things went wrong what she felt on her end and what he had told her on a very long conversation after all the mess, what he had felt. She’d tell him about how they both screwed up, what lead to them breaking up in the first place and why she left.

She saw Charlie standing by the door on his phone. She called out his name and he looked up, smiling. Giving him a hug, she opted for asking how he was instead of going straight for the Adam topic.

“I’m good.” Charlie answered. “You?”

“I’m okay, I think. I’m not sure how I feel right now.” She sighed and Charlie bit his lip.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I know it’s hard for you. It’s just that none of us really understand what went down and you can tell him everything.”

“I know.” She nodded. “Should I go in?” Taylor questioned, staring straight at Adam’s room in front of her as she took a deep breath.

“You ready?”

“Might as well get it over with.” Taylor shrugged.

She opened the door slowly, admittedly scared of what she would be faced with. He was there, sitting up in bed, looking a little beat up but not too much. His lips spread into a huge grin that took over his face.

“Babe!” He called out and felt her heart drop. God, she hadn’t heard that in ages.

“Hi, Adam.” She murmured, looking a little awkwardly standing by the door. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m better now. Where’ve you been? You must be worried sick. If me having a cold gets you worried I can’t imagine what you felt.” He chuckled and she felt like she was in a wicked dream. She felt as if she was in the past and she desperately wanted to tell him the truth because she couldn’t handle this Adam. The old Adam.

“It’s okay.” She cleared her throat. “Um, I…when are you free to leave?”

“A couple of days and I’ll be home.” He smiled softly. “What’s up with you? You’re off.” He noted and shifted setting down her purse on the chair next to his bed. “Not even a hug?”

She felt trapped, a little breathless as she heard his voice almost like a distant thought. “We need to talk.” She choked out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her as her eyes travelled anywhere but him. “Babe, come on!”

“Don’t call me babe!” She snapped and he looked taken back by her reaction. “I’m sorry, that’s not how I wanted to go with this.” She took a deep breath, shaking her head, trying to clear the mess inside her head.

“What the hell is happening?”

There was a pause, silence taking over because she needed to gather her thoughts and he was waiting for an answer.

“You lost your memory.” She began. “You have no memories of what happened in the last six months. You’re missing a lot, Adam!” Her eyes widened a bit as she talked.

“Are you joking?”

“No.” she breathed out, finally looking back at him.

“How different can things be?” Adam furrowed his brows and Taylor felt her heart sting in her chest. He had a lot coming his way.

“We broke up.” She mumbled after a few seconds, playing with her hands. She didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see the look she had hoped to see when she left him. Not that she liked seeing him hurt but it would’ve meant that if he was hurt then he cared.

He didn’t say anything, trying to take in the new information that had fallen into his hands. So they weren’t together? She wasn’t his girlfriend anymore? He felt his heart break as it sunk.

“Was I the one who broke up with you?” He asked a bit hesitantly. She shook her head, the silence making her want to run off. “Okay” He whispered. “Oh my god…” she saw tears welling up in his eyes and her heart broke just like his was breaking.

He felt as if his world was crashing down. The floor breaking beneath him and he was free falling into a never ending hole. His heart breaking in a million pieces. She had broke up with him. He didn’t have her.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard but I had a few reasons to leave you.” She gulped down the lump in her throat, playing with her fingers.

“What did I do?” He asked her quietly, sniffling.

“Well…” she took a deep breath. “You pushed me away, started spending more time in the studio and ignoring every attempt I made to spend time with you, at least that’s what I felt, like you just stopped caring but you just took it for granted that I’d never leave.” She shook her head, the memories becoming all too vivid in her mind, memories she had tried to ignore. “It felt like you didn’t want me anymore. You stopped trying, stopped coming to big events with me, you got jealous every time a guy talked to me for more than a minute, we had a few big fights and you accused me of cheating on you at the MET Gala. I hated it, hated the way you talked down on me like I was just something to pick up and play around and then drop it whenever you felt like.” She laughed bitterly and he could see the pain evident on her face as she relived those moments in her mind. How in the world was he capable of hurting the woman he loved most was beyond him. “I just wanted you to love me so I tried, I even declared my love for you on national television and still, it was all the same. I tried too much, I tried to fix what was broken beyond repair and you didn’t even notice me when I felt like I was yelling at you to love me again, you just stared blankly as I packed my suitcases and left.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t try to get you back?” He asked her, wondering what made him turn out like that.

“No.” she shook her head. “You Just ranted on social media about how terrible I was.”

He almost choked. “I did what.”

“Well I did throw it that I was seeing someone after you at your face but goddamn it, you won the golden medal for how petty a person can be.”

“You- you were seeing someone? You broke up with me for someone else?”

“No!” She told him immediately. “He was just there. He was a rebound.” She assured him, not even knowing why she felt the need to do that. “And you were pissed about it and also the fact that I confirmed that I wrote ‘This is What you came for’ so yeah…”

“Wow…I really am missing a lot.” He whispered burying his face in his hands.

“I know this is hard, trust me, it is for me too but you needed to know and I couldn’t pretend.” She mumbled, watching him uncomfortably, wanting to leave as soon as possible and at the same time, she wanted to comfort him, tell him it was okay.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just…I don’t know how I could’ve done something like that, it’s a bit unreal.” He breathed out. It felt as though someone was crushing his heart, stomping on it repeatedly in hopes to cause more pain. “Are you okay now? Is it better?”

“It’s okay, you can never ask for too much. It’s not the best but I guess it gets better.” She shrugged and he nodded.

“Anything else that happened I should know about?” He asked, smiling softly trying his best not to break down.

“About us? We’ve covered all the basics I think.” She pondered for a moment. “Well, I’m not sure how to explain what you felt but I could…try?”

“That would be nice, yes.” He nodded.

“What you told me was that you didn’t feel like anything was wrong until the MET gala after we had this huge blown out fight, you said you were too caught up on everything you were working on and you just couldn’t make time for me or you forgot or something. Then you started to feel like you were losing which was the truth so you took me out to the Bahamas again to fix it and everything so we decided to split there or I guess I did, you just went along. Then a month later I started seeing someone for fun because I needed a distraction, he was nice but you were hurt by it. You said it felt like I was telling you I did cheat on you since the guy was the reason for our fight and who I hung out with a bit at the MET. Then I guess we just started throwing things at each other’s faces out of spite. You said shit about me online, I walked around the world with him.” She found herself laughing a little bit at the situation. “It was ridiculous, really.”

“It sounds ridiculous and nothing like us.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of everything.

“That’s what happened to us.” She frowned.

As if remembering something, his eyes widen. “Do we talk to each other again? After all that?” He questioned and she smiles at this, nodding.

“We do make up, sort of. We have a civil conversation about our feeling and we agree to be friends. All is well.” She chuckled.

“Just friends?” He mumbled quietly, hoping she hadn’t heard him.

“Yeah, it’s not like we could just go back so um…yeah.” If she was being completely honest with herself, she knew deep down that her feelings for Adam were buried within her, still there and they had never gone away but actually bringing herself to be vulnerable again was terrifying and besides, Adam had shown no signs whatsoever of wanted to get back together when they talked. “Listen, I have to leave now. I have a meeting in a couple of hours.”

“Oh. Yeah that’s fine!” He nodded, forcing a smile. She stood up and for second, pondered hugging him goodbye but decided against it so she just waved, smiling at him.

“I hope you get better, Adam. Maybe I’ll visit or something, sometime.”

“That would be nice, yeah. So I guess, I’ll see you.”

“Take care! Bye!”

And with that he was left alone with his thoughts. He had lost her. He had broken her heart and he knew one thing for sure, he was going to get her back. No matter what.

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Apologies [DIBS 21]

You hadn’t spoken to Sam since your fight, and you called dibs with Dean anytime you three went hunting and had to hole up in a ratty motel.

The last hunt was excruciating; you had two broken ribs, concussion, and lacerations across your face. The werewolf had really gotten his claws into you, figuratively and literally and while Sam carried you to the Impala, it was Dean you asked to stich up your face.

Sam was beside himself. All he wanted was to keep you safe and all you seemed to want was to keep him at arm’s length. Dean kept watch over your figure as you laid in the bed and while it was pertinent you didn’t fall asleep, the pain meds knocked you out.

“Dude she almost died out there,” Dean whispered, “and you still won’t just man up Sammy and apologize?”

“You think I don’t know that, Dean,” Sam hissed, “I’m beside myself seeing her like this.”

“Well good thing you have me to kick your ass in gear,” Dean slid out from behind your sleeping form and instructed his brother to take his place.

“She’s going to be pissed, Dean,” Sam did as he was told and pulled you into his side, making sure your face was resting comfortably on his chest.

“Just shut up and trust me,” Dean headed for the shower to rid himself of your blood and his own.

The whole night you barely stirred, only to press yourself into Sam’s chest. He couldn’t help but think you still thought you were in Dean’s bed, and you were more comfortable with his brother than with your boyfriend.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he cradled you and he whispered sweet nothings, in your ear. You finally opened your eyes and squinted at the brightness of the motel ambience.

“You still haven’t said you were sorry,” you spoke sheepishly.

“God, YN I’m beyond sorry, I could’ve lost you, I couldn’t bear the thought.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I want to protect you, I’m sorry for holding you back, but I’m not sorry for loving you.”

“I love you too, you gigantic moose.”

“My face still look pretty?”

“I dig scars,” Sam kissed you gently and told you to rest, “but Dean did a hell of a job stitching you up, you’ll heal nicely.”

“Damn straight I did, can’t have you looking like Frankenstein,” Dean sat at the edge of the bed and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks, De,” you smiled against the pain, grimacing, “for everything.”

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Padalucky

Characters: Reader, Jared, Lucas (OC), Jensen, Danneel, JJ, some nurses and doctors w/o names

Summary: Reader and Jared are having a baby with a little sickness.

Prompt: “I guess you could say I’m a little Padalucky.”

Word Count: roughly 1k

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy (non-graphic), daddy!Jared, angst if you squint

a/n: In no way to cause harm to Gen. I absolutely love her. This is fanfiction. Also, feedback is very much appreciated. If you want to be tagged in any stories or even have requests, just let me know! Thank you guys, much love y’all!

Originally posted by nikisplayground

The beeping of the monitor beside you wanted to make you throw it across the room. You had been trying to sleep for the past hour, but with the slew of nurses coming to check on you every 10 minutes and Karen the computer-wife talking up a storm, you had no luck.

The only thing keeping you from going insane was the sweet, calloused hand that was holding yours. Looking to the side of your bed, you saw Jared out like a light. “Poor baby,” you whispered to yourself, rubbing small circles into his hand.

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hey hey!! i love your blog and hc's, and hope you're doing well!! for the us/sf skelebros, how/when do you think they'd realize they're in love with their crush or s/o? basically when they realize they're in /deep/

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m glad you like the blog! :) I am doing very well!

And thank you. SO MUCH. For sending this ask. I love thinking/reading about shit like this, oh my god.

Under the read more because I ended up getting carried away. Oops?

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Part 1

Part two

Reader’s POV

“Happy fucking lowman!” I yelled while walking into the clubhouse. He had been avoiding me for the past week and I wasn’t having anymore of it. After the first night I met Happy, we became best friends fast. He and Kozik were my closest friends.

So when I spotted Kozik on one of the couches and gave him a look he immediately pointed to the dorms. He knew I was pissed and it would be better if he was helpful. I stomped back to Happy’s dorm and opened his door, not even bothering to knock. I probably should of though as I found a very very naked and wet Happy. He looked at me surprised. I ignored the fact that he was naked and came in and shut the door.

“What the fuck is your deal huh?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He sighed and pulled on some boxers.

“Nothing, baby girl.” He said sitting on his bed.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Lowman!” I yelled. “You’re my best friend and you’ve been avoiding me.” Hurt covered my voice and a few tears came to my eyes. Damn it! I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. He flinched slightly and got up slowly. He took my face in his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He said gently. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I leaned into one of his hands.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head. “I just have some news that I don’t want to tell you.”

“What?” I asked. He took in a deep breath and rested his forehead against mine.

“Ma’s starting to get bad. I have to go and help her out a bit. I got to move back.” He told me.

“Oh. That’s your news?” I giggled. He looked at me confused and slightly hurt. “No, Happy. I didn’t mean… I’ll come with you!”

“What?” He pulled back to look at me.

“I’ll come with you. Help you out with your ma. I mean your ma and auntie love me so they’d be happy to see me. We can get a place together, split the rent and stuff…” I started rambling off a whole list of stuff.

“You’re serious.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement.

“Of course. You’re my best friend, Happy. You ain’t getting rid of me.” I smiled and he chuckled. He kissed my forehead softly.

“I love you, baby girl.” He said.

“I love you too, Lowman. Now you have to come help me back. Have you started looking for place yet…” He chuckled as I continued to ramble. He listened as he got dressed.

Happy’s POV

Once you left, Kozik came into my room. He closed the door and leaned against it smirking.

“What?” I growled at him.

“I just heard the news. Y/N is very excited and also trying to get me to come too.” Kozik said and I chuckled. You were always excited, from the very first time I met you. “Now the only real question here is are you going to tell her that you’re in love with her?” He wasn’t wrong. I had been pretty much from the first time I met you. When you opened your door and I saw you smiling at me, no fear in your eyes just warmth. I knew I wanted you forever but I also knew that I wasn’t good for something that pure.

“She deserves someone better than me.” I told him.

“Maybe,” Kozik shrugs. “But what happens when Mr. Better come around and you blow his brains out?” He had a point there. I don’t know how I’d react to you having someone else. “So she caught you bare ass naked huh?” He changed the subject knowing that I was going to overthink if he didn’t. I chuckled remembering how embarrassed you looked.

“Yeah, that was pretty funny.” I said still chuckling.  “But I definitely had to cover up. Otherwise it was going to become painfully obvious I enjoyed her finding me naked.” Kozik chuckled.

“She was definitely blushing when she was telling me about it.” Kozik told me. “Couldn’t even bring herself to say dick. She did mumble about you being very large.” I smirked at that.

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, just tell her.” Kozik shook his head. “Then you can finally have her on that large cock of yours.” He teased. I glared and threw a pillow at him which he dodged. He laughed and held up his hands in surrender.

“Even if I did tell her, it’s not like she sees me as anything besides a friend.” I told him.

“Hap, she ain’t staying here with me…” He said as he opened the door. “She may not realize it but she loves you as much as you love her.” He walked out and shut the door behind him. I sighed and flopped down on my bed.

A couple weeks later we were moving to charming into a two bedroom apartment. My ma and aunt were excited to see both of us, especially you. They absolutely adored having you around. The charming boys were excited to meet you and have me back as well.

They were throwing a party for us a couple of days after we arrived. So we could get settled first. I looked over at you from the driver’s side of the U-haul to find you asleep. I smiled and reached over to stroke your hair softly. I was excited to start a life with you in charming.


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Miscommunication

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Word count: 988
Request: Anonymous. Promt for the angst: Castiel is frustrated cause he can’t express feelings towards reader well (and he never could… I guess that’s the angsty part?) I’ve always found it kinda weird how easily he can express his feelings in some fics since he’s an angel ya know? I guess it’s more realistic to have him stoic and lost and all that

Part 1 of Stoic


Cas watched you walk out of the room, wiping a tear from your face. He tilted his head and looked over to Dean. “I don’t understand.” He said in his usual tone. “I simply stated that we would be unable to attend her open mic night. We are far too busy with more important things.”

“Dude, you really need to work on this.” Dean sighed. “You didn’t even give us a chance to talk about it. Singing is really important to Y/N. She doesn’t get to much because of hunting. You basically just told her that her one thing isn’t important.”

“I still don’t understand. I never said that. I said there are more important things.” Cas looked between the brothers, confused.


You had gone up to your room and quietly shut the door. You cared for Cas, you really did, and you understood that being an angel made communication difficult…but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. It had been months since you’d been to an open mic night. You had hoped that the boys would be there to watch you,  but apparently it wasn’t important enough. It was two weeks away, so there was no way that they knew they would have a case. It just hit you hard that they (or at least Cas) didn’t want to go.

Sighing, you moved over to your bed and grabbed your guitar. Sitting back against the headboard, you put your feet up and started playing. You’d be performing a song you wrote- about the angel, actually. Your eyes were closed as you started to sing, getting out your emotions.


Sam took a deep breath. “Okay. Think of it this way. You have a hobby, that’s more like a passion.”

“I do not have hobbies.” Cas replied.

Pretend, Cas.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Anyways. You have something that you’re passionate about. You ask someone important to go with you to do this activity, or watch. They flat out tell you that you have more important things to do.” He was trying to walk him through this. “If you asked Dean to go with you on a case, and he told you that he had more important things to do, wouldn’t that bother you?”

Cas thought for a moment. “I would assume what he has to do is of great importance.”

Dean groaned. “Fine. If you asked me to hunt down God with you again, and I basically told you no, that it wasn’t as important as something that might come up….”

“I would certainly be bothered by that.” He admitted.

Bingo. Now, translate that to you and Y/N.” Sam pointed out.

“Oh…”

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it’s so clear now

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Words: 5k+
Rating: M
Pairing, characters: Dean x Female Reader, Sam
Note: Set in s12, no real mentions of any canon stuff, with the exception of Mary Winchester being alive. I swear I didn’t mean for this to be this long.
Warnings: Canonical descriptions of violence, walk-through of basic concussion protocol, but nothing too medical. Smut is pretty tame, but Dean totally has a dirty mouth. Avoid this if that’s not your jam.

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You quite literally run into the Winchesters for the first time in months when you come around the corner in an abandoned house where a few ghosts are hanging out, and you almost clock Dean in the face with an iron poker before you realize it’s him.

Christ, kid.” He says, his voice gruff.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” You ask after you catch your breath.

“Same thing as you, I’d wager.” Dean says wryly, and you roll your eyes.

“No shit, smartass.” You say, grinning at him before he smiles back at you, before pulling you into an embrace, his arms banding tight around your waist.

When he lets go, you do the same with Sam, and he lifts you off your feet a little bit before kissing your cheek, smiling gently at you. “You okay?” He asks, gesturing towards your face where you already know you’re bleeding a little bit.

“This? Oh, yeah. That was pure clumsiness, not work-related.” Your tone is sheepish. “Wasn’t looking where I was going, hit myself in the head with the damn chandelier. ”

“You gank the ghost yet?” Dean asks, all business as he looks around to gauge the situation.

“Can’t find her bones.” You grouse, feeling a little bit embarrassed. It’s never taken you this long before. “The research I did wasn’t accurate. The archives in town are new enough that they don’t account for the cemetery being dug up and moved.”

Sam shrugs at you. “No worries, we’ll figure it out. Three heads are better than one.”

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You Belong To Me Part 1

You Belong To Me Part 1

Warning: Cussing

CHAPTER 1

Friday night…
“Mia please come down here. Look I already told him when you show up not to say shit to you. He’s not that much of an asshole as he was in high school. I promise. ” Jason pleaded.

“Fine. But if he says one bad thing to me, I’m slapping the hell out of him.” Mia said hanging up the phone.

Mia’s big brother Jason and one of his old buddies from high school, landed themselves in jail after going to a local bar and getting into a fight with a drunk guy. Mia really didn’t mind doing favors for Jason, but not his friends. Especially since Jason’s group of friends use to tease her all the time and pick on her, Jason use to join in. He didn’t knock it off till their parents had dead, after they finished high school. He change his ways and grew up to take care of Mia. She became a model for gothic beauty fashion magazine. Jason own a contraction business, where his old friend showed up looking for a job.

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Welcome to the Haikyuu blog familydom! I'd love a scenario of Tanaka getting his first kiss from his girlfriend! Fluffy Tanaka is so rare! Thank you!

Thank you fam! And YES WE NEED MORE TANAKA FLUFF OUT THERE! He became an instant favorite of mine as soon as he walked in through the gym haha! I hope your answered ask is okay!


The calendar on your desk seemed to be mocking you as it proudly displayed the highlighted holiday. Tomorrow was February 14th. Aka Valetine’s Day. 

You groaned out loud as you spun around in your chair. This would be the first time celebrating a holiday with Ryu and you wanted to make this one special. You weren’t so much worried about making the chocolates, but what did your boyfriend like? Or dislike? Did he like dark chocolate? Milk chocolate? Maybe he didn’t like chocolate at all! You knew you should have figured it out sooner but with Ryu being busy with his upcoming volleyball games and you with your club, time just seemed to fly by. 

Gripping your hair in frustration you decided to call the best person for advice. His sister. After dating Ryu for a couple of months, (93 days, but hey who’s counting right?) you and Saeko seemed to hit it right away when you first met her. 

“Hey Saeko!” You cheerfully greeted when she picked up your call. 

“What’s up _____! Don’t tell me my brother is causing you trouble!”

You giggled at Saeko’s question but you knew she was joking. 

“He’s not! But I actually have a question about him.” You heard a hum from Saeko and you continued on. “Does Ryu like chocolate?”

“…”

It was silent on the end for a second before you heard a burst of laughter. “You’re so adorable _____! Of course he does! I bet he’ll eat anything you give him! Ah, are you planning to make him chocolate for tomorrow?”

You felt your cheeks redden from Saeko’s comment. “He would? And yeah I’m planning to make some chocolate but I need to know what he likes…”

“He’ll be fine with whatever you plan on making him! Trust me, this little brother of mine, is just sooo in lo-”

Saeko’s sentence was soon cut off by the sound of running steps and the familiar voice of Ryu. “Is that ____?! Why is she calling you?!” 

“Because she’s sick of you!” Saeko screamed back. “She’s asking me if I know any better looking dudes than you! Now go away! Wait, let go of my phone!-”

“What?! Stop lying sis! Ugh please don’t listen to whatever she said  ______! I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” 

You laughed at the continued bickering noises from the Tanaka siblings and you decided to hang up before they could drag you into something crazy again. 
“Well, thanks for your input Saeko!” You could just picture Ryu’s face as he emitted a small gasp. 

“What?! Saeko what did you and ______ really talk about?!”

“Yeah see you _____!” Saeko replied back as she ignored Ryu’s cries. “And remember what I told you! Good luck!” 

You shut your phone but not before hearing Ryu’s frustrated groans and Saeko’s teasings. Feeling a bit better from Saeko’s input you decided to get to work.


The next morning you were scrambling to get to school because it took you so long to tie the bow onto Ryu’s gift. (Not your fault that your scissor was being annoying and wouldn’t curl the ends!) Based on Saeko’s advice you decided to make a mixture of milk, dark, and even strawberry dipped chocolates. The small red package was safely hidden in your bag as you just barely made it to first period.

“Safe!” Your friend laughed as you sat down in a hurry, avoiding the teacher’s gaze. “So, what happened with you and Tanaka?”

Taken aback from your friend’s question you could only give her a curious look. She continued on with a whisper. “He was in a bad mood today! Did you guys have a fight?”

Wait….Don’t tell me!

“We’re fine.” You calmly replied, but inside you were screaming. Ryu probably misunderstood the whole situation from last night! Knowing him, he probably believed what Saeko was saying. 

“Well, I ain’t no matchmaker but today’s Valentine’s Day! Did you make chocolates for him?”

You smirked at your friend and you gave her a sneak peek of the red package in your bag. “Of course I did!” 

You couldn’t wait until the lunch bell would ring since that would be the only time you would get to see Ryu before he would bolt off to volleyball practice at the end of the day. You smiled at your athletic boyfriend’s enthusiasm since you knew he could appear off as a rough and tough gang member, but you knew deep down he was such a goofball and a sweetheart. 

Time to seem to drag on and on and when the bell finally rang, you grabbed the red package from your bag and ran to meet Ryu by his classroom door. Thanking your friend’s good luck wishes you rushed out the classroom and made a bee-line to class 1. 

“Hey Ryu!” You greeted cheerly as you finally spotted him leaving the classroom. “Ryu?” 

Okay now you were worried. Ryu had dark circles around his eyes and he looked so troubled? You’ve never seen Ryu look so down so you decided to make a light joke. You jabbed him lightly at his sides with your elbows,“failed your english test?” 

You watched Ryu’s face slightly twist into a smile but he still looked so down. “Okay, fine Ryu. What’s wrong? Is it what Saeko said last night?”

Ryu nodded in silence and you couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s pout. “Oh come on Ryu! You know Saeko was teasing! Besides I have a small surprise for you!”

Ryu seemed to perk up at the word ‘surprise’ and snapped his head back to you. “Surprise? For me?”

You nodded in excitement and decided to drag Ryu outside. “Come on!” You laughed at Ryu’s expression turn from a frown to a smile. 

Once you were outside, you had Ryu cover his eyes with his hands. “No peeking!” You could see Ryu shaking from excitement as he waited patiently for your gift. 

“Can I see now?”

You make a small noise in agreement and held out the red package in front of Ryu’s face. “U-um, Since Valentine’s Day is today I wanted to make you something special Ryu…”

Feeling bashful from the silent Ryu you continued on. “The reason why I called your sister was because I didn’t know if you liked chocolate or not! So…I hope you’ll enjoy the-!”

Ryu cut off your rambling with a strong hug that lifted your legs of the ground. 

“R-Ryu!”

“Are you kidding me ________?” Ryu laughed as he spun you around into a circle. “Thank you _____! God I’m so stupid for believing that!”

You laughed as you watched Ryu smile even bigger. “Yeah that was pretty stupid of you Ryu.” He finally dropped you down back on the ground and carefully opened the red package. 

Ryu practically inhaled the chocolates once he peeled back the plastic and melted into a mess of content. Ryu watched you smile and he couldn’t help but wanted to share this moment with you. 

“Um…______ can I?”

You glanced at Ryu curiously but not before being shocked again when he came closer to you and placed his hands underneath your chin. 

“I-I’ve always wanted to do this _______.”

You smirked at Ryu’s shyness but he seemed to hesitate. “What did you want to do Ryu?” You cheekily asked him as you nuzzled your cheeks closer into his hands. He hesitated a bit longer before finally reaching down to plant a kiss onto your lips. 

The pressure of his lips was so delicate, a feat you never knew Ryu had until this point, but at the same time it suited Ryu. 

When you finally broke apart from Ryu, he had the look of amazement and bewilderment at the same time. “W-wow…”

You could only copy Ryu’s statement and smirked when you licked your lips and tasted the faint milk chocolate residue from his lips. 

“Hey Ryu, I wonder what dark chocolate would taste like on your lips?”

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Someone needed to resuscitate Tanaka after this.