Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include
  • always telling him no to something and him pouting like a child
  • him doing it anyway and you getting upset
  • Zach apologizing and trying to be romantic about it
  • emphasis on the word ‘trying’
  • him throwing rocks at your window to get your attention
  • until he ends up throwing a particularly heavy one and breaking your window
  • never being able to stay mad at him because he’s just too cute
  • stealing all his Nike sweaters and hoodies
  • wearing his letterman jacket at school
  • walking in the halls with his arm around your shoulder
  • fully supporting him when he told you he wanted to be a marine biologist
  • going to all his games
  • wearing his Jersey
  • almost losing your voice from cheering him on so much
  • being proud of him
  • him giving you private basketball lessons
  • sweaty hugs
  • the guys taking a liking to you immediately
  • always being over at Bryces house
  • only really going there to make sure Zach doesn’t do anything stupid
  • you’re actually the mother of the group
  • “Come on, babe, just one more beer-”
  • “No, you’ve had enough!”
  • “I only had one!”
  • “And that’s enough!”
  • being the victim of Bryces catcalls once
  • Zach threatening to cut up all his body parts
  • starting with his dick
  • “It’s just a joke, Dempsey-”
  • “Shut the fuck up, Walker.”
  • hanging around Alex because he’s pretty funny
  • being disappointed in Alex when he does something dumb with the boys
  • frowning upon the list and ripping it up when it was passed to you
  • you being too late because several pictures were already taken of it
  • being upset with Zach when you found out about the tapes and Hannah
  • making him go to her grave to properly apologize to her
  • being there with him
  • trying not to be dragged in all the drama going on with the tapes
  • taking pictures of him when he does something cute
  • which is all the time in your opinion
  • having play dates with his little sister
  • being scared of his mom but never telling him that
  • he finds out eventually though
  • “you’re scared of her too?”
  • sweet, fluffy first time
  • you coming up with the most ridiculous pet names for him
  • “Hey, babe, can you hand me my shirt.”
  • “Sure thing, Bunny Farts.”
  • him calling you at midnight just to hear your voice
  • “you’re an idiot but you’re my idiot”
  • hugging him from behind and peppering kisses along his face when he’s spacing out to remind him that he’s not alone

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Dating Deadpool Would Involve

This wasn’t requested. I just really wanted to write it. I’ll probably do a second version after the movie comes out

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

  • Wade coming home after a mission and instantly throwing off his mask and pulling you into a kiss
  • Him being very protective of you and doing absolutely anything to keep you safe
  • Him at first being shy to take off his mask but you encourage him and he becomes more comfortable
  • Both of you making dirty jokes but Wade usually winning
  • Wade buying you costumes to wear as a joke but you actually wear them for him as a surprise
  • All jokes aside, Wade being really caring and loving you dearly
  • Both of you joking so much that people are sometimes confused about your relationship
  • Dancing around your apartment like lunatics
  • Often being crazy and reckless together but Wade makes sure you’re safe
  • Wade pulling you into arms at random moments and just holding you. Once you burnt your dinner because he wouldn’t let you go.
    The kitchen nearly caught fire. 
  • Having amazing sex often and sometimes in costume
  • Wade teaching you to use a sword and a gun and other weapons
  • Deadpool putting your clothes on and mimicking you so you steal his suit and wear it. He finds this incredibly hot.
  • Wade thinking you’re adorable and you thinking the same of him which he finds funny
  • Being surprised by how good he is with kids
  • Introducing him to your family who are a bit cautious of him but see how happy he makes you so accept him and his scars
  • Wade telling you he loves you each morning and placing a kiss on your forehead
  • Spontaneous kisses
  • Being happy and content together and wanting to spend the rest of your life with him

Imagine Dean getting jealous at a bar.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Fluff, implied smut, jealousy

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: Requested by @shadowandsoul for my 2.5k drabbles celebration (These are basically gonna be imagines, I can’t help myself.) She says: BABE OH MY GOSH CONGRATS!!! You deserve it all and so much more!!! 😘 can I pleaseeeee have a Dean Drabble where you’re at the bar after a hunt and you have guys hitting on you and Dean gets jealous? Because let’s face it jealous Dean is a hot Dean. Love you!!!! Thank you so much for the request sweet pea. Hope you like it! I’m going to go ahead and tag folks like usual because these aren’t gonna be any different than my regular fics. You’ll just get a lot more than usual over the next little bit.


It wasn’t often that you got to just let loose and enjoy yourself. You and the Winchester’s often spent more time worrying about other people than taking care of yourselves. Tonight was a rare exception. Tonight you were leaving your worries behind. Fuck them. For one night, you were going to forget. You were determined.

“Whoa,” Dean mumbled letting out a low whistle as you stepped out of the dingy motel bathroom. You had taken extra care to put yourself together tonight. You didn’t often get to flaunt what your mama gave you. You had actually taken time to apply makeup, but not a lot, and do more with your hair then wad it into a not on the top of your head.

“I know, right?” you said with a sly smirk. “I’m definitely gonna relax and have a good time tonight,” you added with a suggestive wink.

There was a flicker in Dean’s eyes and an almost imperceptible clench of his jaw. If you hadn’t learned to recognize every little change about the man, you never would have noticed. He was your best friend. You were just about the only person he opened up to. He couldn’t help but let a genuine reaction flash across his face before hurrying to hide behind a tough, manly exterior. You saw right through that smoke screen.

“What is it, Dean? Too much makeup? May hair look funny? My ass too big for these shorts?” you laughed, doing a double take and checking yourself in the mirror attached to the dresser. You turned and smiled at Dean, and you were met with a smile.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, swallowing thickly. You furrowed your brow trying to decode his words. Sure, Dean was your best friend, but those words had never come out of his mouth. Not once in the 8 years you had known him. He noticed your eyes searching him, analyzing what he had said, and he stood quickly and headed for the door. “Let’s get the hell out of here, woman!” he exclaimed, pretending he hadn’t said a word.

You chuckled to yourself and followed him to the impala, Dean’s words nagging at the back of your brain. You tried to shake them off. Tonight was about having fun, not about trying to figure out what the hell Dean had meant when he said you were perfect.

You’d been at the bar about an hour, and you hadn’t had to buy a single drink. Two guys in particular were vying for your attention. One was a tall blonde with a square jaw and soft eyes. He was tall, not at as tall as Dean, and well built. He looked like he probably hadn’t experienced much in life outside of the little town you were currently holed up in. His name was Jake or Jeff. You couldn’t really remember.

You couldn’t remember because of the other man that kept earning your attention over soft eyes. The other man had piercing green eyes, eyes that had seen too much in his young life, broad shoulders that looked like they carried the weight of the world, and short dirty blonde hair you could spend an entire night running your fingers through, moaning his name. Every time you had started up a conversation with soft eyes, green eyes would come up behind you while you were shooting pool, bend over behind you and guide your shot. Usually you wouldn’t let guys do that sort of thing, but there was something about his solid form pressed firm against your back that you just couldn’t resist. Every time his hands grazed your hip, helping you steady your shot, your heartbeat quickened.

Green eyes was Dean. You didn’t know what the hell was going on with him. Shit, you didn’t know what the hell was going on with you. You had never had Dean react this way towards you before. You had watched him be this way with countless women. Fuck, you’d helped him pick up those women before. Tonight there was something altogether different about Dean. He was possessive. Each time soft eyes even looked at you, Dean was right there. Solid and pressed firmly against you.

Eventually Jake or Jeff, whatever the fuck his name was, stepped away to get drinks. You were holding a cue stick and surveying the pool table for a shot. Dean was immediately at your back. He swung you around and pressed you hard against the pool table, lifting you by your thighs and setting you on the edge of the table.

He settled himself between your legs and leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath tantalizing on your neck. You had to fight back the shiver that shot up your spine. “How about we stop playing this game, Y/N?” he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your eyes closed, letting everything that was Dean overwhelm your senses. Whiskey and leather. His hands gripped firmly on your hips. His breath hot. His words filled with lust and desire.

“What game, Dean?” you asked innocently, bringing your hand up to rest at the base of his neck as you stared into his eyes as if challenging Dean to come clean about what he had been thinking all night. You felt his hand slide under your shirt, his fingertips blazing against the smooth skin of your back.

He swallowed thickly as his fingers dug into the soft flesh at the small of your back. “Every time you laugh at him, or graze his arm,” he hissed, his lips only millimeters from yours, “I want to bend you over this table and show him that you’re mine. Prove to you that I’m the only man you need,” he finished, his chest heaving as his eyes darted down to your lips, parted and glistening.

“Prove it,” you uttered, taking a chance. It wasn’t until tonight when Dean had become possessive and protective of you that you realized just how much you needed that. You needed Dean, and his jealousy had made you suddenly, painfully aware of that.

Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, desperate and needy, yet slow and calculated. His lips swallowed yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth, lapping at your tongue as if trying to memorize the way you tasted. Dean’s hands moved to your thighs once more and ran up them so that his hands were tucked just under your ass, his fingertips digging in as he pressed himself against you. You gasped when you felt his erection pressed firmly against your core and pulled away looking into his eyes.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, Dean,” you begged, your voice thick with lust as you wiggled your hips against his.

“God yes,” he breathed, kissing your lips once more and pulling you off the pool table pressing you firmly against his hard chest. The two of you broke away and he grabbed your hand dragging you toward the door.

“See ya, Jeff,” Dean smirked and winked at soft eyes as you followed him out the door.

“It’s Jake,” you heard him half-heartedly correct, knowing full well he had just lost you. You had to stifle a giggle against Dean’s shoulder. Dean chuckled, clearly proud that he was walking out with you.

You got to the impala and instead of getting in, he pushed you roughly against the door, kissing a trail down your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he mumbled against your neck. “Then tonight you came outta that bathroom looking the way you did, and then the way you flirted with that dick. I just couldn’t take it any more,” he growled, gently biting at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your hands were once again in his hair, your head tossed back against the impala to give him better access. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he hissed.

“Show me,” you begged, thankful that tonight Dean’s jealousy had gotten the best of him, changing everything. Afterall, Dean was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anyone you loved the way you loved him. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in love with Dean.

As if reading your mind, Dean’s lips came to rest just inches from yours as he whispered, “I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

“Me too,” you confessed. This friendship with Dean was never going to be the same, and you couldn’t be more happy.

Forever Tags and Dean Tags Below: I’m gonna go ahead and tag everyone just because these are gonna turn into full blown fics and I’d hate for people miss my imagines if they want them.

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