Jeff Atkins x Reader Request: No. Word Count: 1,205 A/N: Finally a Jeff imagine! I’ve been waiting to try and finish other requests before I made this one but there was a ton of Alex requests, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3 I didn’t want it to be back to back Alex so I decided to mix it up a bit. Also, sorry if the ending is crappy :( Hopefully this is a good one, feel free to send in requests for ships, preferences and other imagines! Enjoy! <3 Warnings: None (Y/C/N) = Your crush’s name Italics = You, Bold = Jeff
“So, what do you think?” You came out twirling in the short, off the shoulder, navy blue dress that you’d purchased earlier this week. Your high school crush had asked you out on a date, and you wanted to make sure that you looked presentable. For you, it was only appropriate to ask your best friend Jeff Atkins for help. He’d known you for the longest time and surprisingly had nice taste in dresses. Of course you’ve been on a date before, but this time you wanted everything to be perfect. However, ever since you had asked Jeff for help, he had been acting really weird and you didn’t know what was up with him. You’d decided to brush it off, thinking it was some personal issue, but something told you it was a bit more than that. “So?” You played with the hem of your dress and looked down, Jeff had been sitting there silent for a while now and it really had you worried. “Do you not like it?” Pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear, you frowned and looked up at him. “N-no! Yes! I mean…you look great.”“But”“But?” You sighed, “Jeff please don’t lie to me, if I don’t look good then-” He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to you, putting his hands on your bare shoulders, “You look amazing, and as far as I’m concerned, (Y/C/N) is the luckiest guy ever to able to have such an amazing girl like you.” His words made you smile and a rosy tint dusted your cheeks. “Thank you, Jeff…” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek and ran upstairs to grab your purse. “Well I need to get going, or else I’m going to late! Are you gonna stay here?” Jeff muttered out a small ‘yeah’ and plopped back down onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. “Don’t wait up!” You giggled and jogged over to your car sitting on the side of the street in front of your house. Turning the key, you started the car up and made your way to Rosie’s diner. You had had about three milkshakes at this point and you were completely livid, but also sad. (Y/C/N) stood you up and it was the most discouraging thing ever. Maybe you would’ve understood a bit more if he would’ve texted you or called you, but he didn’t. You were feeling insecure, and wondered exactly what it was that made him change his mind about wanting to date you. You already had other insecurities that you’ve been dealing with, and now this? Pulling out your phone you dialed Jeff’s number, hoping that he would pick up. “Hello?”“J-Jeff?” You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. You were feeling so broken and rejected. “What happened?” he asked, worry defined in his voice. You could only shake your head and sit there, you wanted him to get it without you having to say it. He was really good at that, an expert at understanding you. “I’m coming to you okay? Stay there.” The line went dead, and you buried your face in your hands. Not too long after, Jeff had entered the diner and sat in the booth across from you. He placed his hands on your wrists and moved them from covering your face. “He stood you up.” If anything it was more of a statement then a question, to which you nodded your head. “I promise the next time I see him I’m gonna-”“Don’t, please.” You smiled weakly at him, putting your hand on top of his to calm him down. Jeff let out a sigh and got up to slide into the seat next to you, he was angry and it really showed. However you didn’t need to him be angry with (Y/C/N), you needed him to comfort you. Placing his arm around your waist, he brought you closer to his body and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to know why I’ve been acting strange this week?” You wondered why he’d brought this up at a time like this, but you’ve been curious since that day. “Sure.” He paused for a minute before answering, “I was jealous.” Coughing a little, you took the warm glass of water sitting on the table and took a sip. “Jealous?” You questioned. “Hear me out. You’ve always made me very happy. When you asked me to help you because you had a date…I mean I was happy for you but angry at myself. I was angry because I knew I was going to lose you-”“Jeff, you’re never going to lose me. We’ll always be best friends.” Jeff’s mood had completely changed, and there was something there that had tugged on your heart. “You don’t get it do you? I don’t want to be your best friend. I want to be more than that, and seeing you so hyped for another guy made me realize that I love you. I was angry because I felt that all these other guys were gonna try to play you, and look at where we are now. I know I can give you the world, you just have to let me.” You thought about it for a minute before giving Jeff an answer. “Okay.” It felt weird for a second, your best friend becoming your boyfriend, but you knew that Jeff would make sure you only had the best. He grabbed your car keys, then pulled you outside. Opening the door for you, you got in the car and giggled at the gentleman that he was. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.” The car ride was pretty quiet, much like your surroundings. You were about ready to drift to sleep until you felt the car stop. “This is it.” Jeff got out of the car and walked around to your side to let you out. You followed him to the wooden fence that prevented you from falling, and the view of the city absolutely was breathtaking. “Woah…” you gasped, leaning forward over the fence a little. “Easy there tiger,” Jeff laughed while placing his hands on your hips to stable you, “It’s…beautiful.” Your eyes twinkled at the bright lights that shone down below. “Not as beautiful as you.“ You giggled looking back at him, “You’re an idiot Jeff Atkins.”“Yeah but you love it,” he said shrugging. “Ever since you’ve announced your crush on (Y/C/N), I’ve always thought you deserved better than him. Now you’ve got it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. “You’re really confident aren’t you?”“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a little confident.” He flashed you one of his most famous smiles and captured your lips in another heated kiss. "Hey, since we’re dating now does that mean I get to wear your jacket?“ You looked up at him hopeful as he responded, "Of course, anything for you babe.” Squealing you pulled him with you to sit on the hood of the car, enjoying the view for another few hours before finally heading home.
Harry practically dragged your body into your shared bedroom as your drunk mind flew to numerous places, not thinking twice about how to walk.
Harry was the designated driver and you decided to let loose, but now you were a complete mess. “Love, lets get yeh changed.” He says, helping you sit down on the bed as he got you one of his t shirts with some random underwear.
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3,652
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam
dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her
raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean
wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please
and thank you
“Mary!” Dean shouted “Breakfast’s ready, come on!” he said loud enough, hoping the little girl was going to hear him.
“Yes daddy!” she said in her childlike voice as she ran down the stairs. Her brown curls were bouncing as her green eyes sparkled with happiness the moment she spotted the food that lay on the table.
“Pie!” she exclaimed and the man chuckled at the girl.
“Yes princess!” he placed the last pancake on the place and put the frying pan away. He leaned down and picked her up, giving her a big kiss on the cheek as the little girl giggled at him.
“And it’s your favorite!” he said with a big grin and she squealed.
“-Which you are not going to have for breakfast.” you said with a strict – but loving – mom look.
“What?” she pouted “Why?”
“Sweetheart.” you said softly, taking her from Dean’s arms “Pie is not right for breakfast and you know it. We’ve said you can have pie whenever you want to- as a treat. You will have to eat your meal first.” you said, tucking a few brown curls behind her ear.
“But daddy eats pie all the time- even for breakfast and you let him. Why can’t I?” the four-year-old gave you those puppy eyes that could actually do you anything they wanted.
“I don’t want to go downstairs. I don’t want to be social. I just want to lay here with you.” You whined as Hoseok started to straighten himself up. As he shifted you noticed the glint of something gold hanging from his neck.
You sat up, reaching for this neck and he looked at you in confusion. You took the pendant in your hand and thumbed your fingers around the edges. It was a golden sun. And you wondered how you had never seen it before. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel Hoseok smiling at you, waiting for you to ask him about it.
“I never thought you would be a gold person.” You quipped as you set the pendant against his chest. You always thought gold was tacky, but somehow you didn’t mind the color when it was resting against Hoseok’s skin.
“Well, I can’t exactly wear silver.” he chuckled. “I’m not a masochist.”
You dropped your gaze, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”
Hoseok reached around his neck, pulling the chain off his body. “I want you to wear it.” He told you as he placed it around you. Your fingers clasping onto to it tight, “I hope it brings you luck.”
“I think we should get married” you spat out before you could stop yourself. Your cheeks getting as hot as a vampire’s cheeks could.
He sighed, running a finger along your collarbone, “We can’t legally get married, Y/N.”
You shook your head, “I don’t care. We’ll make Yoongi be the minister or whatever they’re called.”
“I would rather go back to hell.” You heard him shout from the house. You had forgotten that he had left the door open, leaving your conversation open to the public. “And if you two don’t get down here I’m going to drag you both out by your teeth.”
Request by @mistressofallthingsgeeky :Lu, could I get a Sam fic where the reader is being flirted with at the bar, and Sam gets all growly and dominant, and smut ensues? Possibly with a bite kink (bite so hard it leaves a permanent mark), maybe have her call him Sir and he calls her Baby girl?
Triggers: Smut. Possessive Sam. Biting fetish.
Word Count: 1554
“Did you two have a fight or something?” Dean asked Sam as he took shot after shot. Sam really didn’t drink this way he was unless he was angry or they were celebrating something. They hadn’t finished the hunt as of yet so it had to have been a fight between himself and you.
“No,” Sam growled out.
Dean held his hands up. “Easy, tiger. What’s up?”
“Guy’s been flirting with her. I know she’s not interested, but…Why doesn’t she tell him to fuck off?”
Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.
Word Count: 1560
Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.
“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”
You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?
“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.
While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.
Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.
Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.
“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”
As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?
“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”
Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!
“Kate is back in town.”
“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”
“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”
“Into a werewolf?”
“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.
You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”
Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.
“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”
“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”
“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”
“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”
“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”
“I’ll take you there.”
Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.
Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.
You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.
As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.
“Do you like what you see, princess?”
“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”
“Does my nudity bother you?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”
He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.
“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”
“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”
“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”
“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”
A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.
“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”
“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”
“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”
“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”
Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:
“I love you too, princess.”
Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.
Harry choked on the sip of scotch he just took. Gemma quickly patted his back, waiting for him to recover. He looked at his sister with wide eyes, “Sorry?”
Gemma shrugged her shoulders, “I ran into her at the bakery last week. We caught up and I invited her tonight.”
Harry tried to gain his breath back. He was panicking. Would you want to see him? Clearly you knew he was going to be here; it was his sister’s birthday? Is that why you decided to come? Will this be his chance to apologize for that night? So many thoughts ran through his mind. Gemma stared at her brother, eyebrows raised. She knew the potential outcome when she invited you but before the breakup, the two of you were extremely close. You were almost like a sister to her, a sister she’s always wanted. That’s why she was devastated when Harry told her that he broke up with her.
Gemma’s eyes drifted to the new body that entered through the doors. You looked around, eyes searching for Gemma. Once you finally saw her, you smiled brightly. Gemma returned the smile and walked away from Harry. You gave her a quick hug and handed her a gift you brought. Showing empty handed would just be rude.
Harry’s back was to you but he knew you were in the room. He felt a sudden chill. Was it because you walked in or was it because his guilt was creeping up on him? He took a deep breath and proceeded to wipe his sweaty palms on his pants. He quickly chugged down the rest of his scotch before he started to make his way to you and Gemma.
While talking to Gemma, you instantly noticed Harry. Your eyes met and you held back a gasp. Those damn green eyes. Gemma looked between the both of you and announced, “I’m going to put this with the rest. Promise we’ll catch up?” You smiled and nodded your head. Gemma gave both you and Harry a look as if saying, “Good luck.”
Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N.”
You smiled softly and nodded your head curtly, “Harry. How are you?”
Harry’s arms twitched. He wasn’t sure if he should give you a hug hello, afraid it would be too awkward. But his mind told him otherwise and he pulled you into a tight embrace.
Slightly surprised, you hugged him back. You chuckled, “Easy there, tiger.”
Harry pulled back from the hug and blushed. “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’re here. You look amazing, love.”
Your heart swelled at the pet name. It was so long ago that he used to call you that. Your cheeks turned slightly pink. You quietly thanked him.
A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before Harry spoke up, “Drink?”
You quickly nodded. Needing some alcohol to ease the tension of running into your ex. Harry led you to the bar, his hand on your lower back. Even though the two of you broke up months ago, it was like Harry’s body knew to always look out for you. It was like you were his magnet. He grabbed the bartender’s attention and ordered two glasses of white wine. Harry cursed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. Your case must’ve changed. Would you like something else?”
Your stomach was in butterflies knowing Harry remembered your usual drink order. “It’s fine, thank you.”
The bartender came back, placing a glass in front of both of you. Harry was going to say something but was interrupted by a song that had a loud base going through the club.
Harry shouted so you could hear him, “Want to go somewhere private?”
Harry led the two of you towards the roof of the club. He’s been here a couple of times so he knew the club like it was on the back of his hand. While leading the two of you there, the two of you started catching up. You finally finished uni and was just waiting for feedback on a job interview you’ve done. Harry told you that he recently went to Jamaica in hopes of getting some peace and quiet to write some songs for his album he was excited to release.
The two of you were sat next to each other on the floor of the roof. London’s city light in front of you.
While you were admiring the view, Harry was staring at you, “I’m sorry about that night.”
You looked back at him, not wanting him to bring up the painful topic, “Let’s not talk about it, Harry.”
“No, love. I need to say what’s been on my mind for the past couple of months.”
Harry was in love with you. After seven months of dating, he realized he was crazy about you. And that scared him. Harry was never the one to be in a serious relationship. He had his flings, of course, but that’s all they were: Flings. You were his first real relationship. And when Harry realized how different you were from other girls and how much emotion he felt for you, he started to push you away.
You realized you loved him during the sixth month the two of you were dating. You never told him however because you didn’t want to jeopardize your already fairly new relationship. Your heart broke a little each time you tried getting closer to Harry. It brought out your insecurities of not being enough for Harry. The two of you constantly fought. Comments were made just to hurt the other. Yelling, screaming, you were surprised no one ever called the cops to complain about how loud the two of you were.
Sitting on Harry’s couch, you were recovering from your latest scream session. Harry sat opposite from your couch doing the same. Harry was the one to break the silence, “I’m not happy anymore.”
Your head instantly shot up and looked at him. If your heart wasn’t already broken, it sure was now. That was the last thing you could ever want; Harry not being happy with you. In your eyes, Harry deserved the whole world.
Harry avoided any eye contact with you, afraid he was going to let out a tear. “We’re constantly fighting. If not fighting, giving the other the silent treatment. I don’t want to have to come home every night knowing that I’m just coming home to fight.”
You choked back a sob while he proceeded, “Clearly this relationship isn’t working. What’s the point of continuing?” He finally looked up at you, his heart clenching at the sight of you with tears running down your face. His words were harsh, he knew that but there was only so much someone could take.
You nodded and stood to grab your purse and coat. Through your tear-blurred vision you saw Harry looking down, playing with his rings. You whispered, “I’m sorry I wasted your time.”
Harry traced the rim of his glass. He sighed and closed his eyes, “I should have fought for you to stay.”
You were looking down at your glass, avoiding eye contact with him. Softly you said, “Like you said, there was no point continuing if we couldn’t make each other happy.”
Harry winced, his own words haunting him. Finally he looked at you and grabbed your hand. “You did make me happy, Y/N. Our relationship was short but it was the best time of my life.”
You shook your head slowly in confusion. “You don’t leave someone that makes you happy.”
Knowing it’s now or never, Harry took a deep breath. He stared into your eyes and admitted, “I love you, Y/N.”
Your heart should’ve bursted at that moment but instead you felt sadness. You pulled your hand away from Harry’s. “You don’t. Because if you did, you would’ve never said the things you said.”
Harry nodded, knowing he was out of his mind for that night. “I was so scared of our relationship. It was so fast and my feelings for you came so sudden, I was just scared so I pushed you away. I know that was wrong and I’ve never regretted something as much as I do for that night but trust me when I say I love you.”
You stayed silent, not knowing what to do with this new information. Harry stared at you in panic, “Please say you love me too.”
Your eyes brimmed with tears, “Oh Harry, of course I love you.”
Harry smiled a genuine smile. The first genuine smile he’s had since the breakup. He wanted to scream in joy but you interrupted him, “But you broke my heart. And I can’t forgive you for that.”
Harry’s smile instantly faded. “But-”
You shook your head no at him and leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry, Harry.” You got up from your spot next to him and began to leave the party. Harry stared at you walking away. This was the second time he let you walk out of his life.
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Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: some of this, some of that
A/N: Finally I’m getting this part out! Oh, and another warning: I won’t be able to post until Friday/Saturday. I have to clean mah house and on Tuesday my friend is coming over and she never lets me write, plus I’m going to Warped Tour on Thursday so ye I’ll be busy. Just a heads up. Alright, continue on.
P.s. yes yes Kristen is a nice gal okay annnnddd this part was a lil filler. Okay continue.
Bucky sat on the little couch that was placed up against the wall of Kristen’s dorm room, waiting for a response from her. She kept quiet and Bucky let out a heavy sigh.
“Say something, please.” He begged.
Kristen looks over at the brunette. “I knew you had feelings for her.”
Okay, that was not the reaction he was prepared for.
“I had a feeling you liked her. Either that or you two dated before. There’s a lot of tension when you two are in the same room.” She shrugged.
“This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.” He murmured. “So you’re not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Throw something?”
Kristen chuckled. “Jeez Bucky, I’m not psychotic.” Then she sighed. “Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that I’m not upset about this because I am but I can tell how much Y/N means to you. I mean, you wanted me to meet her before we actually started dating.”
Bucky shrugged. “Fair point.”
“Well at least you felt something for me. Even if it wasn’t as close to what you felt for Y/N. It was still something.” She smiled softly.
“So… you’re not mad?” the brunette questioned.
Kristen shakes her head. “Upset, yes. Mad, no. I know how much she means to you and who am I to stand in front of something that could be?”
“You’re something special, Kristen.” Bucky smiled. “I know this whole thing sucks and I was honestly prepared for the beating of my life when I came here but I’m glad you understand.”
“This might be a long shot but I hope we can still be friends?” Bucky fiddled with his thumbs and Kristen smiles.
“Of course.” She nods. “Who else will make class less boring for me? Besides, everyone in that class is snooty. They’re all like ‘my art work is so much better than yours. Oh, we’re learning about Salvador Dali? I already know everything there is to know about him”. I swear, we’re the only sane ones.”
Bucky lets out a heartfelt laugh at Kristen’s words. “I know right? Especially that one guy. What’s his name… Derek? No… David?”
Bucky snaps his fingers. “Yes, Dominic! Ugh, he’s so annoying.”
“I want to punch him every time he opens his damn mouth.” She huffs.
“You and I both.”
The two go quiet for a bit before Bucky clears his throat.
Kristen smiles. “Friends.”
“Good to know you’re still gonna be in my life.”
“Same here.” she agrees. “Now go get your girl.”
Bucky raced home with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. When the elevator stopped at his floor he slowly walked down the hall, heading towards your apartment. He was going over what he was going to say to you and his palms grew sweaty as he neared your door.
Bucky stopped when he arrived and with a deep breath he brought his fist up and knocked three times. He stepped back and waited patiently until the door swung open revealing Natasha and Wanda.
“What do you want?” the red head snapped.
“Calm down, Nat. You’ve already hit me once.” Bucky replied, putting his hands up in defense.
“Yeah, but I haven’t.” Wanda pulls the door open, getting ready to lunge at Bucky but was pulled back by Natasha.
“Easy there tiger.”
“Let me go!”
“Not a chance.” Natasha shook her head. “We shouldn’t solve this with violence.”
The brunette rolls her eyes. “Oh but you can.” Natasha gives her a stern look and she sighs. “Okay, okay, I won’t hit him right now.”
“Good girl.” Natasha smiled, patting her friends head before letting her go. She then turned to Bucky. “What do you want, Barnes?”
“I want to speak to Y/N.”
The two women snort.
“There’s no way in hell we’d ever let you talk to her after what you’ve done.” Wanda says.
“You guys don’t understand-”
“I don’t give a damn if we understand or not. We aren’t gonna let you break her heart again, Bucky. She just started going to her classes again – just started acting like herself and we’re not gonna let you ruin that.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “She needs time.”
“It’s been nearly a week.”
“A week isn’t going to heal a broken heart!”
“I love her.” Bucky blurts out. “I’m in love with her.” He steps forward and steadies himself by holding the doorframe. “Please, let me fix this. I made a huge mistake, I know that. I’ve already talked to Kristen and-”
He was cut off by Wanda’s fist. Bucky stumbled back, holding the spot she had just hit while looking up at the two girls. Wanda hissed and clutched her hand to her chest, muttering curse words under her breath.
“Wanda! What the hell!” Natasha exclaimed. “You said you weren’t gonna hit him!”
“I said I wouldn’t hit him right now as in that exact moment. The moment passed so…” she trailed off before hissing again.
The red head rolls her eyes. “Give her time. You really hurt her.” she sighs. “C’mon Wanda let’s put some ice on your hand.”
Bucky steps forward. “B-But-”
The red head shuts the door and Bucky stands there dumbfounded. With a frustrated sigh, he turns around and heads to his apartment.
“Hey guys.” You say as you exit your room. “Who was at the door?”
“Just Steve asking if we had any spare lemons in the fridge. He’s making lemonade.” Natasha replied.
You look up to see Wanda holding a zip-lock bag to her hand and your eyebrows knit together. “Oh my god what happened?”
Wanda opened her mouth to respond but closed it before repeating as she stuttered. Natasha waved a dismissive hand at the brunette and scoffed.
“This idiot punched the wall.”
Wanda gives you a firm smile. “Yup. I punched a wall.”
“Because the wall deserved it.”
“O…. kay.” You walk into the kitchen and Natasha turns to you.
“What’re you doing out here?”
“Just came to get some snacks. I asked my creative writing professor if I could redo an assignment so I’m working on that right now.” You respond, moving things around in the cupboard.
“Nice, nice…” Natasha nods her head.
“Mhm.” You hum, turning around with all your snacks in hand. “I hope your hands heals soon, ironfist.”
Natasha bursts into laughter while Wanda glares at you.
“You just had to go there.” She spoke, shaking her head.
You shrug and start towards your room. “Don’t bother me for the rest of the day. I’ve got some writing to do and I’m feeling highly inspired.”
“Alright,” Natasha shouts to you. When she hears your bedroom door shut, she whips around to face Wanda. “Really? You hit him?”
“You did it so why couldn’t I!?” she exclaimed.
“He didn’t need to be punched twice.”
Wanda shrugged. “He was annoying me.”
“Doesn’t mean you should punch him, ironfist.”
Wanda glares at her red head friend and Natasha laughs. “Ha ha, very funny Nat. You’re hysterical.”
The brunette rolled her eyes and threw a rag at Natasha.
A/N: I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’LL FIX THEM IN A BIT I’M RUSHING RN BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE SO YE I HOPE YA ENJOYED & TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!
A/N: So, I wrote this a week ago and I absolutely hated it. I was about to delete it, honestly .. But my lovely Piggie @golddaggers saved my ass and turned shit into gold. THANK YOU (also for always keeping me company while I’m working the night shift) ! I love you so much 🐷💖🇩🇪🇧🇷
Omgawd! U should do a romantic first time with newt x reader(u know da thing xD) …Maybe they go on a date and later go home to his apartment, and it gets a little intense. If u do imagines I hope u would consider it ;) thx in advance :3
I MADE A MALE VERSION BECAUSE THE GAYS DESERVE SMUT TOO
Warnings-SmUT(giddy up ;)
Newt was currently pacing around in front of your office with flowers. He wanted to ask you on a date but man was he nervous. He knocks on the door and you open up the door. You smile widely at the adorable man standing in front of you.
“Hello Newt, So what do I owe the pleasure?” you ask.
Newt pulls the flowersRe out from behind his back, “Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?” Newt asks. You take the flowers and smell them.
“Newt, love. We’ve been dating for months now. You don’t have to be so nervous or be so formal” You tell him.
“Well yes I know but, I still get very nervous around you. You’re very intimidating” Newt admits.
You giggle and ruffle his hair a little bit. I’ll see you tonight Newty.” You say. Newt takes you to a lovely muggle restaurant. It was beautiful, you dressed up in a simple black dress with matching heels.
“Newt, I love this but tell me, why something so, so magnificent. I really don’t deserve this” You say. Newt reaches across the table and takes your hand.
“Darling, of course you deserve this. I know how stressful work can be, I thought this could relax you” Newt explains.
Newts fingers tapped lightly on your hand. He couldn’t help but noticed the light above you cast shadows on your cleavage and the dress you wore hugged your curves just right. Newt blushed at his own thoughts and let go of your hand. The waiter came to take your order and you and Newt ordered. You noticed his voice was a little shaky.
“Newt, what’s wrong?” you ask.
“Um Nothing love” Newt replies.
You nod your head but made a mental note to talk about it later. The conversation between you two was lively and sweet. Newt rambled on and on about his creatures, you loved seeing the passion in his eyes as he told stories about them. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip. It was something he always did but it always made you weak at the knees. He was adventurous and enticing how could you not fall for him. Not to mention a gentleman.
“This was a wonderful evening, I don’t want it to end” You say as you and Newt exit the resturant. You had Newt’s coat wrapped around your body.
“It doesn’t have to, we can head back to my apartment if you like” Newt offers.
“If you don’t mind” you reply.
Newt takes your hand and goes into a hidden alley and pulls out his wand apparates to his apartment. It was a warm and cozy little place. Newt walks off to his bedroom. His case with rope on it in the corner. It slightly resembles the Hufflepuff common room. You take off his coat and hang it on a nearby chair. You take off your heels and rub your feet.
“Hey Newt…” You trail off as you look up.
Newt walks out only in his trousers and white shirt. His hair is slightly messy and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. You stared gaping like an idiot. He looked so…delcious. Oh what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair and unbutton that shirt.
“Y/n Would you like some tea?” Newt’s voice breaks you from your dirty train of thought.
“Y-Yes, sure” You reply.
You stand up and walk behind Newt. You wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his shoulder. Newt jumps at your contact and then calms down.
“Oh, it’s just you” Newt says relieved. You turn your head and press your lips on his neck.
Newt tenses at your contact, “U-Uh Y/n, What are you doing?” Newt asks nervously but also excited. You continue kissing his neck, applying more pressure. You reach your hands down and settle them on his belt.
“Are you okay with this love?” you ask.
“Very” Newt says.
You smirk and turn him around. You unbutton his shirt at a teasingly slow pace. You trace his scars lightly and leave kisses all over his chest.
“Oh y/n” Newt moans out. You raise your eyebrows at Newt.
“Didn’t know you were so vocal Scamander” you tease.
Newt takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. You push him down on the bed and straddle his waist. You undo his belt and Newt eagerly kicks down his pants.
“Easy there tiger” you joke.
“I don’t even know what a tiger is” Newt says cheekily.
You roll your eyes and lightly grab his crotch. Newt bucks his hips needily against your hand. You lean down and kiss him passionately. Newt’s hands roam your back. He starts to unzip your dress when you stop him.
“Y/n” he whines.
“Later love, let me show you how much I love you” you whisper in his ear.
You pull down his boxers and run your hands along his dick. He whines at your touch. You smirk and bring your lips to his head. Your rub your hands at the base of his cock and take more of it in your mouth. You suck hard and grab his balls. Newt lets out a loud moan. You start bobbing your head and Newt whines and grabs the sheets in his hands.
You look up and see Newts face full of pleasure. You smile in your head and start moving faster. You felt Newts dick twitch in your mouth. You pull off his cock and kiss back up his body.
“Why did you stop” Newt whines. You laugh a little and kiss his jaw.
“We’re not done yet love” you whisper.
Newt’s hands go back to your dress. He unzips it and you let him, his eyes roam your body and he licks his lips. He unhooks your bra and brings his hands up to your breasts. he squeezes and brings his plump lips to your nipples. You moan as he bites and licks at your nipples.
“I need you” Newt pants.
You lean and plant a heated kiss. Newt’s hands travel down and take off your panties. You get a condom from the desk next to you, rip it off and put it on Newts dick. You guide his cock into your wet pussy. Moans filled the air as you start to ride Newt. Newt grabs your hips and raises his hips to meet you.
You looked down to see Newt panting and sweating. This turned you on more and you picked up the pace. You felt Newts cock twitch inside you. You went as fast as you could, Newt grabbing at your breasts and admiring you.
“Y/n, I-I'm” Newt starts but he wasn’t able to finish his sentence.
He was too lost in pleasure to even think. With one last hard bounce, Newt cums into the condom. You follow him after you let him ride out his orgasm. You pull off of him and lay next to him.
“You are one magnificent person Y/n” Newt pants looking at you.
“Glad you enjoyed it, You deserved it” you say. Newt wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.
“This was supposed to be your night though” Newt says.
“Oh it was definitely my day Newt” You reply
“I love you” you murmur into his chest.
“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine”
So for a request maybe Sherlock gets cuddly when he is sad or frustrated (he claims it is to release oxytocin and stuff to cheer him up) and just fluffy fluff maybe you are watching a cheesy rom com and pizza too- I don’t care what you do as long as it is Sherlock centric and fluffy. Have a nice day and thanks for reading!!
Sherlock groaned in frustration for the thirty seventh time this afternoon. You shook your head and smiled while you cleaned the pots. He’d been stuck on a case for a month, which was a long time for Sherlock, when he finally came up with the solution and killer. However, the killer was found not guilty at the court. Normally, Sherlock wouldn’t care as that was the case and he did his job; it was over and done with. He was just annoyed in this instance due to the amount of work he did. You tried to be helpful but that was hard with the consulting detective.
You put away a mug into the cupboard when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. This caught you by surprise.
“Easy there, tiger,” You giggled. “What’s suddenly put you in a good mood?”
“Nothing,” Sherlock muttered. “More like what’s put me in a bad mood. However, the release of oxytocin should improve my mood. Stress blocks the release of oxytocin; therefore I need to get rid of the stress and you help the stress go away.”
“Oh. Um, thank you?”
“Why don’t we watch a film or… Something.”
“You never want to watch a film, unless it is for a case.”
“Oxytocin, my dear.”
“Yes, yes of course.”
Sherlock walked into the living room with DVDs in his hands after you finished preparing for the evening.
“So we have these romantic comedies which you seem to love. Bridget Jones’ Diary and-” Sherlock stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “You’ve eaten half of the popcorn!”
“Well…” You trailed off.
“And we’ve ordered pizza!”
“Sorry!” There was a knock on the door. You got up and answered it. You retrieved your pizza and paid the man. When you returned, Sherlock was in the bedroom getting changed into his pyjamas. You were already in yours. “Sherly, the pizza is here!”
“I know! I heard!” He walked out of the room and sat on the sofa. “So, Bridget Jones?”
You were lying on the sofa, you in Sherlock’s arms as the credits came on signalling the end of the movie.
“That was the biggest amount of rubbish I have ever watched,” Sherlock informed you. “It’s even worse than when John made me watch James Bond.”
Jungkook was always a troublemaker. If the trouble hadn’t find him, he did the mess himself. And here he was, he had already become the youngest gang leader of the history of Seoul.
He had everything he needed- strenght, stamina, agility, lots of plan Bs for every situation and of course he was lucky as hell.
He had power, he had authority and money. He had sold drugs on the street for years to build up his empire. Now, the small kid in baggy clothes and beanie had disappeared, he changed to a formal attire when he was about to talk about business with someone.
Request - “Hii could you do a 13rw/Hispanic reader x Zach where there both besties but secretly like each other but never will admit it…”
A/N: I actually did a lot of research for this one, as I didn’t want to be culturally false or insensitive, but still be able to portray the Hispanic character. Apologies if it has come across wrong, and please let me know! *the abuelo says “one language is not enough” and “I liked the guy when I met him. he is handsome. Is he rich? What does your mother think?” the title means “promise me”. Please correct me on anything that is wrong!
“Please, Zach? It’s just one night and you know you love me…” you begged your best friend, Zach, to come to your annual family party, which was always a huge bore. You came from a very large Hispanic family who took this opportunity every year to join everyone together. Problem was, you were one of the few youngest bar your baby cousin and always had to answer questions about your future etc etc.
“There’s booze, right?” He asked as he opened up his locker.
“Yes. Plenty.” You nodded. He was silent for what felt like ages. “And hone-”
“I’m in.” He interrupted.
“You just wanted to make me sweat, didn’t you?” You hit him jokingly.
“Obviously.” He turned to walk to his class.
“Asshole.” You called after him.
You and Zach had been friends since kindergarten, after he’d given you his spade in the sandpit. The other kids had teased you for making a bad sandcastle, but Zach had come to your rescue. And he had continued to do that in all the years ever since that day, and you to his. You trusted Zach unconditionally, he was your rock through everything. However, the only issue was the small problem of your not-so-small crush on him. Honestly, it wasn’t even a big crush, it was full-blown-deep-down feelings for your best friend.
It wasn’t entirely clear to you when this had happened, but sometime around puberty you had noticed that you loved the way Zach laughed only when he was with you, and how his hair poked up without any product in it.
Both your families were very traditional, but culturally different, which sometimes caused issues. However, you and Zach remained strong throughout.
Your parents had already left for your abuela’s and abuelo’s home, leaving you to arrive with Zach.
Although it wasn’t a majorly fancy party, you always had to dress a little on the nice side. So you’d decided to wear a summery yellow dress.
“Beautiful, as always.” Zach was leaning at your door, you hadn’t even notice him come in.
“Pffft. Hey Zach.” You scoffed, taking one last look at your reflection, before joining him at the door. “You ready?” You gave him a knowing smirk, he had no idea what was coming.
“Promise me you won’t stop being my best friend after this?” You whispered up at Zach as you made your way into the house.
He chuckled as if the idea was absolutely insane, but before he’d had a chance to respond, you were greeted by one of many. The uncle who you could only vaguely remember sauntered up to you and kissed you on both cheeks.
“Chula! Muy buenos! Oh! And who is this young man here?” He looked Zach up and down. “Boyfriend?” He nudged you with his elbow.
“Boyfriend?! Y/N has a boyfriend? Why have I not heard this before!” His wife came up to stand beside him.
“You two make the sweetest couple!” She enthused, jumping up and down a little. “Sofia will be so excited!” You remembered Sofia from the previous year, she was one of the few who were your age.
“Thank you, Miss. We appreciate your blessing. I’m Zach.” Zach held his hand out for her to shake. What was he doing? He basically just told them you were dating! Disagreeing at this point would only make things more difficult.
“Yes, thank you. We should probably go and greet everyone else now, but it was lovely to see you.” You smiled warmly at the two in front of you, before dragging Zach in a way that was rough, but looked tender, off to a corner.
“What in the hell was that?!” You whisper shouted. Zach shrugged his shoulders.
“Seemed like the best way outta there.” He was grinning slightly, evidently pleased that he’d peeved you off.
“I hate you.” You shook your head.
“Love you too, girlfriend.” He winked as he moved you into the centre of the room.
“Did I hear that correctly? You’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” Asked your Abuelo. He had met Zach on occasion.
You looked up at Zach reluctantly. “Yes Abuelo. You’ve met Zach before?” You smiled sweetly.
“Oh yes, lovely boy. I’m glad you picked this one. ¿Hablas español?” He turned to Zach, who looked slightly baffled. On realising his lack of response, Abuelo muttered to himself; “Un idioma nunce es suficiente.”
You rolled your eyes at this, since he clearly didn’t actually ask if he could speak more than one language or not.
“Me gustó el tipo cuando lo conocí. es guapo. ¿Es rico? Que piensa tu madre?” He grabbed your shoulder. You chuckled. Your abuelo was always very overprotective of you.
After sufficiently convincing many family members at the party of your relationship, Sofia approached you and Zach.
“A few of us are gonna go upstairs and watch some horror movies. You in?”
You looked at Zach, your eyes nodding at him.
The room was fairly packed due to the small space, but there was an unoccupied beanbag in the corner, big enough for you and Zach. The other teens were already comfortable.
“Hey, Y/N! Who’s this?” Asked a boy in the corner.
“This is Zach.” You motioned to your best friend.
“I’m her boyfriend.” He gave a small wave, warranting a small shove in the side from you.
In all honestly, you loved hearing the words come from his mouth, but the whole thing hurt so much more knowing they weren’t true.
The girls gave each other a few looks and giggles, noticing how attractive Zach was. You internally rolled your eyes.
About half an hour into the film, you started to feel afraid. Despite your desperate attempts to disguise your fear, Zach still noticed. Being in the corner of the room, no one could hear you two say the occasional word to the other.
“Come here,” he whispered into your ear, pulling you into him. You folded Into him like paper, using him as a stable reminder that what was happening on screen was not real life. Inhaling his strawberry scent, which smelt like home, you gripped one of his hands.
“Easy, tiger. I’m not unbreakable.”
Despite his verbal complaints, (which were lacklustre, at best), Zach drew circles on your back with his spare hand, and rubbed his cheek against your hair.
“SHIT!” You screamed, when a jump scare came up on the screen, causing you to curl into Zach even more than before.
“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered into your hair, gripping your hand. The term surprised you, as Zach has never called you as such before, but you were in too much of a state to complain. Apparently, the term surprised Zach too, as he had a look of ‘I’m-kicking-myself-right-now’, which slowly turned into an expression of ‘fuck-it’.
What you had no idea of, was the fact that Zach himself had reciprocated your feelings, always assuming you’d never feel the same. He’d decided tonight that he couldn’t go on any longer pretending he felt nothing for you.
After another jump scare, Zach’s hand was red from how much you’d squeezed it.
“Shhh, you’re safe, i’m here.”
“You know what i Said earlier?” You finally spoke to him. “About disowning me as a best friend?”
He chuckled as he had the first time.
“I can promise you that I won’t stop being your best friend, but I can’t promise you that that’s all I’ll be.”
You didn’t understand. Were you hearing him correctly? Did he really just insinuate what you thought he had?
“Do you mean-?” You had contorted your body so that you were facing him now, completely ignoring what was happing on screen or in the rest of the room.
Zach gulped a little, clearly trying to conceal nerves. “I really fucking like you, Y/N, and not just as my best friend.”
“Are you taking the piss because I’m scared?”
He looked hurt. “I’d never! I’ve been so worried this would ruin our entire friendship, but I realised recently that although you probably don’t feel the same, our friendship is strong enough to get past this. I just realised I had to tell you.” He loosened his grip around you slightly, showing that he was feeling unsure.
Without words, you smiled and leaned your head up to his, pecking him on the lips.
Last night I was talking to my friend @fearlessmisspaige about how I want Diana Prince to train me to fight and she came up with a great idea for a ficlet so I wrote it.
(I will carry on with my other fics I just haven’t had inspiration recently)
Title: Sealed with a kiss
Pairing: Diana Prince/femreader
“Again.” Diana announced sharply.
You picked yourself up off the matts for the 18th
time that morning.
“Maybe if you were nice to me when I do something right. You
know positive reinforcement and all that.”
“Fine. If you do something right I will reward you with a
“Okay then. That is incentive. I’m ready now.”
“Easy tiger. Okay disarm me. Ready.”
You thrust and parry with her, she moves fast but you were
faster this time. You clip her wrist with the hilt of your sword causing her to
drop her own sword. You quickly pick it up and smile.
“Well would you look at that.”
“Yes, so it would seem.” Diana walks slowly towards you. She
pulls you in by the shirt and kisses you. It was brief but still enough to take
you breath away. She pulls away from the kiss only to lean in and whisper in
your ear. “Again.”
You train for the next two hours.
Each time you managed to disarm her she would kiss you. It
would be a small kiss but still a kiss none the less.
“Okay, I think we are done now.”
“Yes, I agree I need a shower or something.” You put your
sword away. Diana throws you hers and you catch the hilt and put it away too.
Diana walks over to you and wraps her arms around your
waist. She rests her chin on your shoulder.
“Or and here me out on this. We could have a nice relaxing
bath together. What do you think?”
“Ooo that sounds amazing.” You spin and kiss her once before
she drags you to the bathroom.
Remembering to lock the door, after the time Victor walked
in on you both, Diana starts the bath as you undress. The bath takes a while to
run so you sit on the edge of the bath while you put your hair up. Diana
undresses too and tests the bath water with her hand.
“It’s ready. Let me get in first then you.” Diana climbs
into the bath then nods for you to join her.
You climb in and settle between her thighs with your back to her chest.
She wraps her arms around you making you feel safe and warm. You rest your arms
on her legs, rubbing gentle circles on her knees. She hums contently. “Pass me
the body puff.”
You sit up slightly and grab the puff and pass it behind
you. Diana takes it and soaks it in the water before she drags it over your
chest and neck. You melt into the touch as she repeats the action.
“That feels heavenly.”
“Only the very best for my girlfriend.”
“I think when we get out we should go out and have a drink
or two. Best way to beat the summer heat.”
“I like the sound of that.” Diana kisses your shoulder.
You both stay in the bath till the water cools. Neither one
wanting to move. Finally, you are the first to move and Diana follows. You
dress for going out in light clothes as the heat outside is still hot.
You decide to walk to the nearest bar. Hours tick by, it is
gone one in the morning before you both choose to leave. You walk back hand in
request: can you write something about the reader being cole’s girlfriend and she joins the cast of riverdale as a guest star and because she’s a disney star too, the rest of the cast are ‘fangirling’ over her because they can’t believe she’s on their show? xx
a/n: y/n = your name | l/n = last name | y/d/s = your disney show
dating someone like cole was never meant to be a breeze, it was something you just knew since the first day you met him. after all he was an actor since pretty much birth, and you well, you started acting when you were a young girl.
your schedules were beyond crazy and it was taking an awfully long time to get used to, but you did eventually after long nights and long distance for awhile you seemed to work around it, coming out on top, stronger than ever.
for four year your whole life was consumed by college and it’s all you seemed to worry about, study, study oh and more study.
that was until you meet him, it was during your first year and it was one of your first ever college partie, your friends had dragged you out of your dorm and you were pleasantly surprised when you seen cole in the exact same dilemma not wanting to be out but being forced to socialise.
you started dating shortly after and you spent just about every day & night together, in the last year you lived in a small apartment right in the heart of new york. it was a challenge in itself but it turned out to be the best last year you could’ve asked for.
cole made the decision to leave new york to pursue an acting career, his manager managed to get him an audition to read for a character in the new cw’s hit series riverdale.
it was supposedly a mix of twin peaks & gossip girl, don’t get yourself wrong you were so proud and happy for him for choosing to return to acting after the long and needed hiatus you took but somehow you felt like you were somewhat losing him.
you both had been living in your own little bubble for the past four years and the next thing you knew cole had landed the role and was practically all set to fly vancouver to shoot for six and a half long months.
now it was just you alone in your shared apartment waiting by the phone for cole to have any spare time to talk with you, but he barley had a chance to breathe for himself
when he wasn’t shooting his was practicing his lines and when he wasn’t running his lines he was catching up on sleep or eating and when he wasn’t doing that he was doing table reads and the list goes on and on
you knew this from experience but you couldn’t help but feel hopeless and fearful of where your relationship was headed, that was until you received an incoming call from your manager about having the opportunity to become a guest star on the show.
you marvelled at the opportunity and didn’t waste anytime flying out and learning more about your character and the her story, not to mention you could finally see your boyfriend after 4 long months.
after a whirlwind week you find your stomach flipping as you enter the set on your very first day of shooting, you were beyond nervous but you knew once you saw him you’d be fine
cole had bragged about how amazing the cast was and how close they all were to each other, they all sounded like high quality friends and it made me feel more at ease not to mention that they were supposedly fangirl material
you walk into set hand in hand with cole right by your side giving you a small tour before heading toward a small blue room where alot of what i assume our the actors seemed to be hauled up, scripts at the ready
cole pushes the door further open holding his arm out “m'lady” you giggle, blushing furiously as your boyfriend follows in suite standing next to you as he greets his friends.
you notice two familiar face spfrom photos, kj & lili. the blonde was sitting cross legged on the table, paper in front of her as the tall red head stood reading aloud
you unleash a huge smile tryin to disguise your thumping heartbeat, you were shyly hugging cole’s arm as he awakrdlt clears his throats to get the pairs attention, i tut him instantly feeling embarrassed
“cole they’re rehearsing we can come back” they share smiles and cole shakes his head, you glance over to the pair their jaws hanging open.
“guys this is (y/n) (l/n) my girlfriend” you smile brightly at the two
“kj apa” he steps forward giving you a small hug “nice to meet you”
you smile back politely “likewise”
the blonde steps forward a wide smile on her face “lili reinhart, cole you never told us you were dating (y/n) (l/n)!” she pinches the raven haired boys arm before enveloping you in a tight embrace.
you wrap your hands around his arm again, feeling somewhat safe in his arms, more at ease.
“i didn’t think he had to” kj let’s out a laugh glancing to the two of you before back at his co-star “he has photos of her literally everywhere” he emphasises on the word everywhere"
“not to mention he literally talks about her every day” the boy continues to ramble the blonde coming to realisation “see that does make more sense- i just thought it was some crazed obsession” she teases
“god would you two stop- and you’re staring, so you know you’re staring” you place a reassuring hand on his chest to let him know that it was okay, you were used to it anyway
“uh you’re right, im sorry- we’re sorry! we’re really big fans of yours” you chuckle as she rambles glancing to the tall boy next to her for some back up
“no introductions necessary, i know who you are, both of you, i adore you both and your work” you comment blushing they seem to lose control of their sense for a brief few minutes.
“she adores me!” she exclaims excitedly jumping up and down on the spot
“and you know what kj, cole never stops talking about you, like ever” you state straight faced causing the whole room to burst into laughter.
“god im also a huge fan of you- im pretty sure ive watched every single episode of (y/d/s), mainly because i just loved your character”
you blush and cole raises his eyebrows “easy there tiger" cole steps forward wrapping an arm around you as he’s friends ogle at you.
after a short conversation with two of cole’s castmates i was whisked away into the hair and makeup trailer to prepare for my shift scene
lili had entered the trailer aswell getting her infamous blonde pony tail prepped, she was still flabbergasted at the fact you were sitting down in the chair next to her
after makeup you moved toward the costume trailer and changed into your characters clothes, last minute check up with hair and makeup before im was pushed on my way out onto set
cole was waiting, dresses as jughead. he looks me up and down wolf whistling at you, you laugh playfully pushing his chest as he leads you down a small hall to the set you’d be filming on today
my black heels clicked against the wooden floor, hand in hand with your boyfriend as he leads you into a room that looked like it was the student lounge inside the high school.
two girls stand in the far corner, a raven haired girl stood next to a red head scripts in hand. your stomach started churning with anxiety but you walk if with confidence, your man with you ever step of the way
you walked toward the raven haired girl who you knew as camila, a shocked expression made known on her face “hello!” she greeted you a smile wide on her face “im camila mendes, nothing to do with shawn mendes and camila cabello” she rushes out
before you had a chance to reply to the young girl she spoke again a nervous twitch to her words “im a really big fan of yours, ive been watching you since i was little on (y/d/s) i swear i had so many posters” she gives a cheeky laugh
you blush trying to disguise your low chuckle “oh no- not with my horrible 90’s haircut and style, i cringe knowing that there’s still posters like that floating around” you joke letting out a giggle
“are you serious?! i begged my mum for bangs and three waiter jeans just because you wore them” the red head speaks, her red lips brought together in a closed mouth smile.
“im madelaine petsch and you guessed it, huge fan” you step forward hugging the girl, pulling away to see a wide smile on your boyfriends face
“you’re hair is mesmerising, it’s beautiful” you compliment, the girl absentmindedly playing with the long luscious locks, a blush covered her cheeks within seconds, turning her speechless.
the director wonders over calling you for a scene, you wave goodbye to the two girls and cole, placing a kiss on his lips as you follow the lady down the hall and into what was your character ‘house’.
turns out today wasn’t going out as bad as you thought.
Characters: Sam, Little sister!reader, Dean, Jess, John [mentioned]
A/N: So I started writing this today, without any idea in mind at all, because I completely forgot it was May 2nd today (yes it’s been a lot lately haha. In my head it’s like a month left to May, but apparently not). I just finished writing this and it’s getting kinda late, so I apologize if there’s any errors and stuff. Also, the first two parts are flashbacks, kind of. Hopefully it’ll make sense.
You love birthdays. Always had, ever since you were a kid. And although it was fun to have your own birthday, you mostly meant other people’s birthdays. You just loved seeing smiles on their faces as you tried your best to make their special day, just that, special. It surely was something magical about that.
”(Y/N)?” Dean whispered, as his hands gently shook your narrow shoulders to awake you.
You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your fists, blinking hard to regain your vision, wanting to return to the dreamland with blue skies, funny-shaped cotton candy-like clouds and all kinds of pretty, colorful animals including unicorns with rainbow mane and tails.
”Come on,” Dean whispered again, helping you sit up in the bed. ”We gotta surprise Sammy!”
You remembered, and instantly you were wide awake and alert. Sammy’s birthday.