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Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

Thank you for all of your love and support. Enjoy <3


The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming


She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”

Yeah.

“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.


He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower  to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”

Drive

Halsey song lyric imagine

wordcount: 2.1k

Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?

“Fuck.”


Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.


“Fucking…fuck,”


More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them. 

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”


He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.


He was done.


Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.


There was dead, stagnant silence.


Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.


Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.


He ran. 


He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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One in a Million

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Can you write a short where Seb abd Bucky are in the same universe and they meet. But the reader is dating one of them and hangs out with the other one then her bf gets jealous at the end with fluff please?? Requested by Anonymous

Word Count:1,816

Warnings: Language, Mention of Alzheimer, Tiny Angst, Fluff

A/N: And Happy Birthday Sebby! This is probably not what you had in mind, but it’s what I came up with. I don’t write rpf so Seb is not a Stan ;) I made that gif, you’re welcome to use it.

“Babe?” you called out to Bucky once you noticed him. You were supposed to meet at your favourite coffee shop for lunch and your boyfriend was standing at the hand-off counter, patiently waiting for his cup of coffee.

When he didn’t turn around, you walked over to him and slid your arms around his waist. You didn’t notice how the man tensed and straightened himself up. You nuzzled his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jawline.

“Um, you cut your hair?” The man gave you a little shove and you took a step back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

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Vacation & Sweatpants Pt.2

(Looked dope so I’m using it)

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, the Reader, Tessa and Harrison are on a trip to Hawaii part one adventure was on the plane ;)

Warnings: Smut, I write smuts not tragedies

- lmao i h8 myself for trying to make a joke 

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A/N: I don’t even know if a think like this exists in Hawaii but just fake it till you make it. Fan Fiction lmao. Might make this into five parts?? Comment if you want 5 or 10 parts.


[Reader’s POV]


“Alright so you and Mr. Holland will stay here” the man gestures to the walkway leading to a big bungalow above the water. The way the candles lit the walkway was mesmerizing. The time you got here it was becoming dark here.


“As for you Mr. Osterfield, you will be in this one right across from them.. No one knows you’re here, there are no people staying in the bungalows on each side of yours so I hope you all enjoy your stay” He bows slightly before walking down the boardwalk towards the sand and hotel.


“C’mon love let’s go check the inside of the place” he smiles tugging your hand in the direction of your home for the next week and a half. Your eyes taking in the beautiful water that surrounded you and seemed to go on for miles and miles. The sunset was gorgeous as the night sky started to fall.


   Walking down the wooded walkway Tessa pushes by running towards the door. She gets to the door  before you and Tom. Turning her head she looks back at you two while her tail wags. Tessa waits for Tom to unlock the door letting her in. A happy bark echoes in the bungalow as she runs around.


   Looking around the place you and Tom find the bedroom. Setting your bags down and unzipping them. The two of you take around fifteen minutes getting everything unpacked. Once you finish you take your suitcases and put them in the closet. Tom does the same once he’s done hanging up his last article of clothing he brought.


   The sound of the water outside was so soothing. Taking off your sweater and changing into a white tank top and nike dri fit spanx. It was your go to outfit when it was hot outside. The air was warm and decided if you could find the switch to the fan. Turning it on you hope it can circulate the air in the room.


   Leaving the bedroom you venture around looking at all the decor taking it all in. You were somewhere new and you loved it. One of the perks of being Tom was going to new places, you loved adventure. The thought of being able to travel was never possible till you met Tom. You’re very thankful for him and so proud of how far he’s come since he became Spider-Man.


   Walking outside you see a stairway leading down to a square dock with lanterns and two white lounge chairs. There was an outside sitting area , each side was blocked by a privacy wall. Seeing shaded area with a rectangle pool that water dripped down on the sides and came back up to the pool. Under the white shade cloth that was hanging you see two white lounge chairs to your right. 


    To your left was a oval couch type place to sit outlooking the water. Different colored pillows sitting on top of the white couch.Heading to the left side you look down to see a glass flooring watching as the water sloshed beneath you. A stone table was near the white couch with three different sized glass candle holders sat on it. A smile on your face as you looked at everything, it was so gorgeous here.


“Do you like it Angel?” Tom asks making you turn to look at him. Nodding your head as you look back out at the water. You could see the sunset setting behind a mountain.


“Thank you for letting me come along Tom” you say taking a seat on the white couch.Your eyes taking in the beautiful view.


“I couldn’t imagine going on a holiday without you love” mentally thinking it’s cute he calls it holiday when you’re used to calling it vacation.


“I love you Tom, don’t forget that when you go back to work after this” you look at him as he sits down next to you. Leaning into him as he wraps his left arm around you pulling you close.


“I love you more, you’re always on my mind when I’m away.. I know we don’t get to escape the real world like this often due to press tours and everything but I’m glad when we can escape that we spend it like this..” His lips kiss the top of your head as the two of you bask in this moment. No paparazzi, no pestering fans tracking him down, it was peaceful.


   Silence like this was calming with the hectic lifestyle you took on once you started dating Tom. Once he said you were his girlfriend your every move got watched. It was stressful and sometimes you would break down from the hate. Yet Tom always knew how to pick you up. He always knew what to say to calm you down and remind you that you’re not alone and have him to fall back on always.


    Your thoughts get interrupted from Tessa jumping on the couch in between the two of you. She licks your face making you laugh and give her a kiss on the head. One positive of living with Tom is getting to be around Tessa. She was a definite pick me up when he was gone.


“Tessa bearrrr, how’s my favorite girl” you coo at her giving her kisses on her face. A bark fills the air as an answer making you smile.


“Let’s see if Harrison won’t mind taking Tessa for tonight” Tom yawns standing up patting his thigh. Tessa follows Tom as he makes his way inside.  


   Getting up you make your way to the bedroom. Opening up one of the drawers for your black bikini. Going into the bathroom you change and look at yourself in the mirror. The swimsuit accentuates your curves nicely. Your thighs touching but not caring because not everyone is perfect and you felt great about yourself. Tom treats you like a Queen even during the times you doubt yourself.


   Grabbing a towel you head back outside where the you were just sitting. Instead you head to the pool setting the towel on a chair. Stepping into the pool and letting your body sink into the water. A sigh escapes your lips as your body eases into the water. It felt so good against your sore muscles.


   Moving to the edge of the pool you cross your arms resting them on the edge. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders you rest your chin on your wrists. Watching as the sun was fulling setting and the night sky was progressing more. Closing your eyes feeling the water move against your skin.


   Arms snake around your waist making your eyes snap open. Jumping slightly you ease when you feel Tom’s lips kiss your exposed shoulder.You didn’t hear him get into the pool, which is super sneaky.Your nerves easing down when you realize it’s Tom.


“Didn’t mean to scare you love, you just looked so peaceful out here” his hands slowly sliding down your body under the water. Hands stopping right at your hips. Thumbs massaging against your skin slowly.


“So Tessa is with Harrison?” you ask tilting your head to the side. A grin appears on his face as he nods. A big cheeky grin.


“He said he would keep her there so he will not be alone, then complained he should have brought a girl here.. But then realized if he did they probably would post something and fuck up the trip” Tom explains backing you up against the wall of the pool. Biting your lip as his lips attach to the skin at the base of your neck.


“F-fuck” you whimper as his hands grip your ass pulling your crotch against his clothed hard on. He moved his hips grinding into you making you tilt your head back. Hair falling over the edge of the pool. The water spilling over the sides at his movements.


“You brought on of my favorite ” he groans against your skin. Of course you brought it, you knew exactly how he felt about this bikini. Feeling his breath against your skin made your heart beat faster.


    You let out a moan at your pussy throbbing and needing more than this. Sliding your hand up to grab onto his curls giving them a tug. He lets out a moan at your fingers in his hair.. Tom’s lips kiss along your neck as he slides his hand into your bikini bottoms. His fingers rubbing up and down your slit achingly slow.


“T-Tom” his name coming out shaky as he inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into the air as he starts pumping them in and out quicker. The air hits your chest making your nipples harden. He tossed the bikini top towards the back deck with his free hand while he was pleasing you.


Jesus Christ what can’t he do?


“C’moan moan for me angel, no one is near us..” Tom whispers next to your ear as he takes his fingers out of you. He takes your bottoms off throwing them where your top was. A loud moan fills the air as he starts rubbing your clit.


“That’s it, let daddy know how he’s making you feel” his voice deep as his thumb continues to add pressure on your clit. Tom’s lips travel down your neck as you become a moaning mess.


“P-please fuck me, please.. please” you beg gripping his curls tighter. You could feel that you were close and you wanted him fucking you more than anything.


    Tom turns you around so you’re facing the wall of the pool. Your hands gripping on to it for support. You hear another thud happen behind you. Looking back you see Tom’s shorts hanging from the deck. His hands gather your hair into a ponytail tugging it back. You bite your lip as he tugs it back making your eyes flutter shut.


“God you’re so perfect…” His grip on your hair moving your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. Tom’s lets go of your hair letting it cascade down against your back.


   He slides his hands down your back to your sides. Slowly moving them down your curves. Your breathing became ragged from all the endorphins rushing through your body. Tom groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit.


   You could hear Tom’s breathing from how quiet the air was. Gripping onto the pool wall tightly as he slams into you. A strangled moan leaves your lips at your body slamming into the glass wall. His hands slide up your stomach grabbing your breasts in his grasp. A rough thrust makes your moan come out louder.


“F-Fuck” Tom moans thrusting faster into you, the grip on your breasts not easing up. Your eyes closing as your body moved forward from how hard and deep his thrusts are. Grunts filled the air as Tom took you from behind.


   The water splashed over the edge of the pool as the motion of the water picked up. Your hands slip from the wall causing your chest and Tom’s hands to hit the wall. He swears from the thud his fingers created. His hands move away from your breasts as he takes himself out of you causing you to whine. Turning you around swiftly he lifts your legs up.


   Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours. The kiss needy and full of lust. He quickly inserts himself inside of you again making you gasp into the kiss. Tom’s tongue slips inside rubbing against yours as he thrusts deeply into you. Tugging his curls he moans into the kiss.


   The grip on your hips tighten, his nails digging into your skin. Tom’s lips kiss down your jaw back to your neck. The thrusts so hard made your back hit the wall of the glass pool. Moans filled the air from the both of you. The water feeling so cool against your heating body.


“T-Tom.. I’m close baby” you gasp as he angles your hips making him go deeper with each thrust. The feeling of his cock  sliding in and out of you had you clenching around him. His grunting and moaning is one of the sexiest things you heard.


   Tom lets go of your hip, his hand moving in between the two of you. His thumb starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. Pleasure soars through your whole body with all that’s happening to it. Your hips moving in sync with his as his thrusts started getting slower. Tom’s forehead rested against your shoulder as his biceps flexed while holding you.


   Your stomach clenched as he applied more pressure to your clit. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you didn’t want it to be any other way. Eyes shutting as your orgasm rocks through your body. Moaning from the way your body felt as if it was floating. His release happening after yours because he always insisted “a lady must always cum first.”


“Bloody hell that was great” Tom groans after his hips stopped twitching. He pressed kisses along your collarbone making you open your eyes. Little white dots swirled in your vision once you opened your eyes.


“I swear someone could have heard us” you blushed looking away from him. His fingers grasp your chin making you look back at him. The color of his eyes a shade darker as he looked at you.


“At least they’ll know my girl is being pleased” he grins smiling down at you kissing your heated cheeks. You push him backwards so he falls into the water. You swim toward the pool stairs but you feel his hand grab your ankle pulling you under the water.


   Coming back up for air you glare at a smirking Tom. He splashes you with water making you laugh. Laughter fills the air as you both splash each other in the face.  He pulls you into his arms holding you as his lips press against yours.


“I love you so much” Tom’s smile making your heart melt. Kissing him on the lips as an answer.


“I love you more, this is going to definitely be a great vacation” 

Blood And Kisses

Originally posted by wood-chris


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”

“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”

Word count: 2.922

Posted: 28th of April 2017

A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything.
Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better.
Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!

- G. x

Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.


“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.

“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.

Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.

Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.

“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”

“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.

“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.

“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.

“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.

“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.

“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.

“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.

“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.

“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.

“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.

“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.

“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.

“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.

“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”

“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”

“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.

“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.

“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.

Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.

“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.

“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.

“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.

“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.

“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.

“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.

“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”

“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.

“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.

“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.

“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.

“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”

“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”

“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.

“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.

“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.

“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”

“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.

“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”

“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”

“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.

You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.

Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.

You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.

“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.

“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.

“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”

“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”

“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”

“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.

“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.

“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”

“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.

“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.

“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.

You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”

“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.

“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”

“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.

“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”

“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.

“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.

“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.

“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”

You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.

You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.


Preference: They Get Jealous/Insecure

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Warnings: Cursing and mentions of sex

Rick Grimes

“But Y/n, I didn’t do anything!” Sobbed Rick as he rested his head in your lap. “This man came, and he killed Abraham. He killed one of our own. And what did I do? Nothing.” It broke your heart to see Rick like this, the man who was always so strong broken in your lap.

“Rick, you couldn’t have done anything. It was smart to stay on the ground.”

“But Daryl, he got up. He punched that asshole straight in the jaw. You should want to be with somebody like Daryl, who stands up for himself.” Said Rick softly.

“Baby, but what he did had consequences. He may have stood, but he paid for it. Besides, I love you with all my heart Rick.”

“Really?”

“Yes Rick.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

Negan

Who were you just fucking talking to?” Asked Negan as you turned the corner out of the cafeteria. You jumped, not expecting him to be there.

“What?”

“In the lunchroom, who the fucking hell was that guy?” Asked Negan again, his jaw tense.

“Who, Conner? He was just asking if I could watch Lindsay tomorrow night. You know her, his baby daughter? She’s so cute-”

“You can’t watch her tomorrow.”

“But, I just told him that I c-”

“You are spending tomorrow night with me now!” Yelled Negan, cutting you off.

“What made you change your plans so suddenly? Besides, I already told him yes.” You asked in hopes of a real answer to explain his outburst.

“Because I don’t think you should be hanging around that guy. And fuck, he seemed to be very friendly with you.” Said Negan angrily. “I’ll just come watch Lindsay with you. I can be great with kids.” 

“If you want to.” You responded, then leaned in for a kiss. Halfway you stopped, coming to a realization. “Wait,” you said, backing away.

“Oh come on Babe, you can’t tease me like that.” Said Negan with his signature smirk.

“Were you jealous because I was talking to Conner?”

“No, I just- he- it looked like…” Said Negan, for once at a loss for words as he angrily huffed off, leaving you giggling in the hallway.

Daryl Dixon

“So you’re goin’ to that fancy welcome party tonight?” Asked Daryl, making sure through his tone that you knew how he felt about the party. He thought it was stupid.

“Yes Daryl. I want to make sure these people like us. I want to be able to stay here” Daryl scoffed at your words. “Oh come on, Daryl. I want to be able to sleep for once without the fear that I’ll wake up to the screams of my friends being eaten alive.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I bet you’ll see that Spencer kid there.”

“Yes, I probably will. He’s Deanna’s son and all.” You replied, not understanding why Daryl pointed that out.

“I bet he’ll look nice. All dressed up and shit. Probably put some damn cologne on too or somethin’ so he could impress ya.” Said Daryl shortly, looking away from you and refusing to meet your eyes.

“Daryl,” you said softly, “I know what this is about. I love you, not Spencer. He actually seemed like kind of an ass.” You walked over to Daryl and put your hand on his cheek. “Besides, I think you look just fine. Pretty sexy, might I add.”

“Well Y/n, you don’t look too bad yourself. Especially tonight.” Daryl said quietly, looking at the ground. “I may not be dressed up like ya, but could I maybe come with ya tonight?”

“Of course baby,” you said, giving him a peck on the lips before grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Glenn Rhee

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer somebody a bit, you know, ‘manlier’?”Asked Glenn shyly as the two of you lay cuddled in your tent at night.

“Where is this coming from?” You ask, turning to look into his beautiful eyes.

“It’s just that, all I ever do is go on runs. I run from walkers rather than kill them when I can. Somebody like Daryl-”

“I’m just going to stop you right there.” You said with a soft sigh. “Glenn, I like you, not Daryl. Besides, those walkers were people once. I feel guilty every time I kill one. Besides, going on runs contributes to the group and keeps us alive just as much.” You smile, and Glenn returns it.

“You’re just glad I’ll go pick up condoms,” said Glenn with a smirk, back to his usual, happier, self. You blush darkly at his words.

“Oh shut up.”

Abraham Ford

“Come on Abraham. I know it isn’t your first choice, but it’s getting dark. We need to find somewhere to sleep, and I’m sure as hell not spending the night in this damned truck again.” You said, pointing to the library across the street from where your group had parked to discuss what to do.

“If I may cut in,” said Eugene, poking his head up from the backseat to the front. “I agree with Y/n. Although the food supply in there is likely either low or non-existent we should stay the night. It would be more comfortable than this car and I would love to be able to do some more research before we get to Washington D.C.”

“Oh Abe, I didn’t even think about that! I haven’t gotten to read anything other than a map or manual for so long. Please Abraham?” You pleaded, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Fine. But just for the night so Eugene can research and stop this thing.” Said Abraham, making you squeak with joy.

“Oh thank you Baby!” You said excitedly, giving Abraham a kiss on the lips before exiting the car.

~Later that night~

“Abraham?” You whispered as you turned the corner, looking for your boyfriend after browsing the shelves. What you saw surprised you. It was Abraham, sitting at a table surrounded by textbooks.

“Abe?” You said a little louder, softly walking up behind him. Startled by your voice, he spun around in his seat to face you.

“Well shit, Y/n. No need to creep around like that.”

“Sorry.” You muttered. “What are you doing?”

Abraham looked down and refused to meet your eyes, his cheeks tinted a faint red.

“I was trying to learn some of this dumb science shit, so that I could impress you. You and Eugene talk all the time about this crap so I thought that maybe you would like it if I knew something about it.” He said lowly, still looking at the ground rather than your face.

“Oh Abe, you know I love you the way you are. Knowing big, fancy, science words aren’t going to change that. There’s nothing to be jealous of.” You say, putting your hand on his strong back.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Y/n. I’m not jealous of Eugene..” He says defensively. “It’s just that-”

“Shh,” you say, cutting him off. You sat across his lap, straddling him. “You know, Eugene and Rosita are already asleep.” You said, trailing your fingers up his chest. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, grabbing your hips.

“Well then, let’s use that to our advantage.”

Carl Grimes

“You sure have been hanging out with Ron a lot more now, huh Y/n?” Asked Carl pointedly.

“What do you mean? Carl, I just want to make some friends here in Alexandria. I don’t want to be an outsider.” You reply, not understanding why he was upset.

“Well, I guess you’re right then. You can have the perfect life now; a nice house with a clean, innocent boyfriend. Go ahead and choose him instead, see if I care!” Said Carl, raising his voice with every word.

“Jesus fuck Carl you’re being unreasonable. I love you, you piece of shit. I shouldn’t have to prove it to you,” you reply sassily yet somehow still lovingly.

“I know, you’re right Y/n. You couldn’t leave me even if you tried anyway.” Carl said cockily.

“Grimes, I could never want to.”

King Ezekiel

Ezekiel looked over at you, smiling and laughing at something Jerry has said. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had feelings for you. Even before the world had gone to shit, he had thought of you as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, seeing you grow up after being childhood playmates.

“Jerry, Lady Y/n.” He said, approaching the two of you. Although when speaking to the people of the Kingdom he took his role as “King” completely serious, behind closed doors all words such as “lady” or “thou” or “shalt” had taken on an air of humor. You smiled as Ezekiel came closer.

“Good day, my splendid king,” you say sarcastically as you curtsied. For the first time, this failed to make Ezekiel smile and it worried you. Had you done something wrong?

“Jerry, Dianne was wanting to speak with you.” Said Ezekiel shortly. He was rarely this snappy, and it worried you. You would never say it out loud, but over the years Ezekiel has matured into a man that you deemed perfect. And who couldn’t fall for a perfect guy?

Jerry left, leaving you alone with Ezekiel. You shifted so that you were in front of him before placing a hand on his strong shoulder and looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Are you alright Ezekiel? You seem on edge.” You say, your breath catching as he looks down at you, his face so close to your own. It wasn’t a new occurrence by any means, but every time it sent shivers up your spine.

“Y/n, do you think that I am fun to be around?” Asked Ezekiel, catching you completely off guard.

“Ezekiel, you are the most fun guy I know. You’re funny, and smart, and somehow you have the charisma to keep the entire group safe.” You say as he searched your face for any signs of untruthfulness.

“Oh,” said Ezekiel as he immediately became less tense. “Well then, I am glad. I shall see you around then, Lady Y/n.”

“Of course, King Ezekiel.” And with a curtsy, you parted ways.

Paul Rovia/Jesus

“So, how was work today?” Asked Jesus, walking into the trailer you shared.

“Well, I had to work with Eduardo today. Except he has no idea how to properly plant tomatoes so I basically had to guide him the entire day.” You said annoyed. Jesus however skipped over your tone and went straight for the guy.

“Eduardo? So you guys were pretty close all day, out in the heat?” He said, failing to mask his displeasure.

“Paul, you know I love you. At least you know how to dig a hole to plant a seed.”

“I know. I’m sorry Y/n. It’s just that I had a rough run today. I met these guys; I have a feeling that our world is going to get a whole lot bigger.”

Dwight

You woke up in the middle of the night, Dwight holding you tightly from behind. Although normally you wouldn’t have minded, he was squeezing a bit too tight and it had become too uncomfortable. 

“Y/n,” you heard him say in his sleep.

Great, he’s having one of those dreams again. Just wake up, I’m right here asshole.” You thought.

Y/n,” he said again. You reached back to poke him and wake him up, but then you heard his voice again.

“Please don’t leave me.” He said. It broke your heart to hear him say that. To hear him think that you would ever want to leave him. “Negan, no. Y/n.” At this point you couldn’t take it and poked his shoulder trying to wake him up.

“Dwight,” you said softly as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/n?” He replied sleepily. “What time is it?”

“What were you just dreaming about?”You asked him. It took him a second to remember, but as soon as he did the corners of his mouth turned towards the ground.

“Was I talking in my sleep again?”

“Yea, D. Did something happen to bring that up?” You asked. He sighed and paused as if debating whether or not to tell you, but he did.

“I saw Sherry yesterday.” He said softly. “I have you now, and you know that I wouldn’t trade that for the world. But it’s just that-” he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. “I had trusted her. And the first chance she got to hop on Negan’s dick, she took. I trust you more than I thought I could ever trust a woman again, but seeing her just made me afraid that you would prefer Negan. He could give you everything you ever wanted. Nice clothes, nice food-” You cut him off.

“Dwight, baby, I understand why you would be upset and not want to trust me completely. But you should know that Negan could never give me everything I wanted, even if he tried. Because,” you say, looking into his eyes and placing your hand along the side of his face Negan had burned. “I want you.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. Even in his sleepy state he responded quickly, flipping so that you were underneath him as he kissed you passionately.

“Well how about you show me just how much you want me?”

Simon

“So, you’re hanging around with Jason now?” Asked your closest friend Simon as he sat down next to you during your shared lunch break,

“If you mean he’s following me around to ask me out even though I continuously tell him ‘no way in hell’, then sure. I guess by those standards we are ‘hanging out’, as you put it.” You said angrily.

“Oh, you told him no?” Said Simon confused, yet still regaining his normal, cocky attitude.

“Of course I did. He’s an ass, and he acts like he on top even though he got here maybe a month ago.”

“Well Y/n, we both know who’s on top.” Said Simon, motioning to himself with a wink and making you blush hard. Although Simon probably just saw it as light flirting, you had harbored feelings for this man since the moment you met him. You pretended to look at your watch before getting up.

“Well, look at that. I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.” You said quickly, walking away. He watched you leave, admittedly staring at your ass. Damn he loved you, and someday he was going to make sure you loved him back.

Merle Dixon

“So, now you’ve met my kid brother.” Said Merle, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Yes I did. He seems a lot like you.” You replied, leaning your head on Merle’s shoulder. He scoffed in return.

“Yea, he’s like me but younger with two hands.”

“Merle, shut the fuck up. You aren’t going to start this. I am so deeply, helplessly in love with you. Besides, you can do more to me with one hand than anyone else could have done with two.” Merle smirked at your words, regaining his attitude.

“You’re damn right sugar. Want me to show you again?”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 19

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,418

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell


It was just like any other normal Saturday night. At least it should have been. You were snuggled up on the couch with Bucky, watching a new horror movie (at Bucky’s insistence), a bowl of popcorn resting on top of your belly, which seemed like it never stopped growing over the past few months.

You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly as the suspenseful music picked up again, signaling that something was about to happen. Your every last nerve was on high alert, which seemed to amuse your husband. You never did understand his odd fascination with these horror movies, but you decided you’d humor him this time. After all, he had agreed to watch the musical with you last weekend even though you knew they weren’t his favorite. It was the least you could do.

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His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

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Peaches and Sunflowers

Originally posted by lightningstorminspace

Originally posted by cindyctw75

Summery: You’re Bones younger sibling, almost the exact opposite of him, and new aboard the Enterprise. You and Chekov are drawn to each other immediately. 

A/N: Did you know that sunflower seeds are a major part of Russia agricultural? Did you also know that Chekov is in fact my most precious sunflower child? 

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Therapy

Summary: Taehyung didn’t know he was in love. He met you way before he became an idol, and here he is, falling in love with you more as the days go by. There’s just something about you that makes him calm and relaxed, he feels at home with you. You want him, but he’s scared to have you. Will he finally take that step to make you his?

⚠️WARNING⚠️ - CONTAINS DRUGS, AND HINTS OF SMUT

Word Count: 5078

Song: Therapy - Khalid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oxD5hvzOoA

Originally posted by jjeonguk

“Hey Tae?” You plopped down beside him on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn in your hands and some pieces spilling over the edges.

“Yes Y/N?” He threw some pieces into his mouth as his attention was now onto you.

“So, you know how that guy loved that girl in the movie we just watched?” He nodded his head. “Do you think you’ll ever love somebody that much?” Taehyung felt his jaw clench, and the chewing stop.

“Why do you ask?” He slowly reached in for another handful of popcorn from the bowl.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just curious.”

“I don’t know.” Taehyung sighed and put his hands in his lap. “He gave up a lot for her, I don’t think I could do that. I can’t just have a girl tell me to stop being a part of BTS, no one will rank higher than that.” You simply nodded your head at his words.

“It makes sense. I guess you never know though.” You gave him smug smirk.

“What do you mean you never know?” Your eyes locked with his.

“You just haven’t met the love of your life yet Tae.” You smiled at him and scrolled through the TV channels, trying to find a show to watch.

Taehyung scoffed, and shook his head because the love of his life was right next to him.


Something that you’re doing has me falling all the way


His eyes haven’t left your sitting form for the past 5 minutes now. With your elbow on the table, your head resting into the palm of your hand trying to scan over another reading as the tapping of your pen increased as the seconds ticked by.

You stirred in your seat, and Taehyung readjusted the position his neck was in. You never took your eyes off the book, which gave him more than the okay to still stare. “Stop staring at me.” You grumbled as he saw your eyes scan the page from left to right.

“Psh,” he opened up his notebook to a random page, trying to act like he was doing something important, “I wasn’t staring, just thinking.”

“You were thinking for quite some time then. Longer than you do in class.” His lips twitched as he flashed you an annoyed look.

The tapping of your pen stopped as you placed it in your ear so you could focus on reading. The library fell silent, with only a few lamps on. A lonely Wednesday night as high school kids, except for the librarian who was facing your guys’ direction, with her glasses down low, engrossed on what the two of you were doing.

“Tae for real can you stop.” The eyes that were burning holes in your face was getting annoying.

In that moment, on that Wednesday, at 10:11pm, he was falling for you harder than he could ever imagine. The way your body shifted every half hour or so to find a comfortable position, every sip of water you took, every sigh you let out, he wanted more. The way his name fell off your lips, made him feel giddy, and nothing could stop him.


I’m tripping off your love and all the other drugs we taking


“TAE!” The loud, high pitched voice was heard over all the other conversations that were taking place, and the music that was booming through the house. With a red solo cup in your hand, it spilled the alcohol in it as you pushed your way through the crowd to greet Taehyung at the door.

“Hey Y/N.” He sheepishly grinned and placed a light kiss on your temple, to show you his affection, in only a friend way. It was odd because everyone around the two of you knew, that you were his and he was yours. Yet the two of you claimed to be ‘only friends’, and no one argued with that for they want you both to find out that you two were meant to be.

“Hey come come, follow me.” Grabbing the sleeve of his black jacket, you drug him to a discreet bedroom up the stairs. Fluorescent lights filled it, as everyone in the room was too relaxed, smiles on their faces, their eyes looking like they just shed several tears but it was completely the opposite.

“Dude, take a hit.” Some random guy was handing him the rolled up brown paper containing the thing he needed the most from a long week. He grabbed it, placing it between his thumb and pointer finger and doing what the guy told him to do.

As the smoke was leaving his lips, his head fell back in the chair and your face appeared over his. Placing a hand on your cheek, he moved you down so his dry lips could meet yours, and when you parted he took another hit. Your hands snaking around his shoulders, to his chest, a feeling he could deal with all day.

“Hey baby girl take a hit of this for me why don’t ya?” He handed you the blunt, as your red lips took a drag, everyone else in the room too high to be concentrating on the two of you.

As the effects took it’s place, you were sitting perfectly in Taehyung’s lap with your legs facing to the right, and your hands around his neck, placing kisses on each others lips only leaving when one of you needs another hit. Too relaxed to give a damn about the party, his center of attention was you.

With the drug in his system, he wasn’t sure what was making him more high. The weed, or your love.

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From Afar {Part 2}

Originally posted by parkrpeters

part 1 

send your requests here! 

word count: 1224 

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: there’s so much fluff you might d.I.E

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to post guys!! i know a lot of you have been asking for it, so it picks up where part 1 left off! thank you SO MUCH to everyone who gave this fic some MAJOR love, it literally means everything to me!! 

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You tapped your pen restlessly against the open textbook in front of you, your foot bouncing nervously under the table. Were you too early? Was he going to think it was weird you got here early? You had only snagged the tiny table in the corner by the window just twenty minutes ago, checking your watch. You both agreed on three o’clock, and it was now 3:15.

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➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5140
➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.
➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!
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JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?

You: YG called me in to his office.

JiJi: Is everything okay?

You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.

From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.

“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”

“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.

“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”

You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.

“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”

“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”

“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes… sir, I will.”

With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.

You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.

“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”

“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”

“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “

Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.

Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”

“You coloured your hair?”

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Holding On (And Letting Go)

Title: Holding On (And Letting Go)

Summary: When a hunt goes terribly wrong, Dean is left to deal with the consequences. 

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Claire Novak, Sam Winchester and Jody Mills (both mentioned)

Word count: 2414 (this is what happens every time I tell you I’ll drabble for your challenges, Jess)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Language. Allusions to violence and mentions of blood, hospitals and death (nothing graphic).

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @trexrambling‘s Hunter Celebration (from a very, very long time ago). My dearest Jess, thank you so much for letting me participate and being so patient with me. Life got crazy, but I’m glad I could do this and hope it’s worth the wait. 

As always, I want to thank my twin @ravengirl94 because she’s the best sounding board/writing guru ever and she’s been an incredible support to me these past 2 weeks, even when I was being quite difficult. Twin, you’re the best.

My prompt for this was “Claire, Arachne, Bear spray”. Gif’s not mine. x

Without further ado. Enjoy <3


You should have known this was a bad idea.

After all the years you’d spent arguing with the Winchesters about them being pointlessly reckless, after all the times you’d seen them die in mind-blowing ways –yes, you were still not over Dean’s death by tacos, you should have known that hunting with a rebellious teenager as your only back-up while you were still recovering from a nasty flu, was a godawful idea.

And yet, when Claire called to ask for your help tracking down an Arachne and begged you not to tell the Winchesters because Jody would tear her a new one if she knew she’d been hunting on her own, you agreed, without even stopping to think that you were making the wrong choice.

If only you had known how all of this would end…

“Y/N?” Claire bawled as she turned to look at you, hands never leaving the steering wheel. “You doing okay back there?”

“Yup. Just peachy.” You rasped out, fingers pressed tightly against your open wound. “Might –oh, shit- might pass out though.”

Claire shook her head, panic and guilt clothing her features as she drove onwards, white-knuckled.

“God, Y/N, don’t do that. I can’t –shit, I don’t know what to do. I’m so-”

“Hey,” you breathed out through gritted teeth. In and out. “It’ll be okay.”

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anonymous asked:

RFA and unknown with chubby!mc on the beach. Some guys harass her abt being fat in her swimsuit. How does each person react?

HELLO MOD SAERAN HERE :)) *WARNING*: heavy body shaming please read at your own risk, as a chubby person this can trigger >.< so please read at your own risk BUT IF YOU DO JUST KNOW EACH MAN/WOMEN DEFENDS YOU LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL GODDESS YOU ARE!

Zen:

-In exactly two weeks, your boyfriend will have his first day off in months because he started his new movie. After the RFA party, Zen became a bigger name in Korea. He even reached all the way to the United States. For exactly 6 months you and Zen were in Los Angeles, California, filming one of his new movies. You were handling the fame well according to Zen’s eyes but…. he didn’t know that you contemplated leaving him so many times. The reason for that is because you were bullied by fans every day….. from social media….the press…..and his fan letters. Nothing compares to his extreme fan girls because they all made fun of you because you were chubby.

-Before his rise to fame, Zen knew you were insecure of your body and he always reminded you he loved your rolls. He loved grabbing it and kissing it when you guys were intimate *cough fucking cough* so you slowly were learning to love yourself by the help of Zen. However, it wasn’t easy because you were with the most perfect man in the entire universe. He was the head of many Fashion Magazines and was even offered to be a model. He declined the modeling job because he wanted to focus on acting. So you were always the girl who “ was lucky to be with him”. But you learned to hide it well because you didn’t want Zen to worry about you.

-The day finally came and you were hoping he would just want to stay home and relax with you at the house. You heard his footsteps coming closer to you and you were anxious of what he was going to say. “ Baby!! How is my princess” he ran to you hugging you and then picking you up twirling you around. You were always worried about breaking him but he insisted that you were light. “ I’m fine… so where does my Prince Charming want to go on his day off” I giggled while flicking his nose. He smiled and casually said “ let’s go to the beach! I’m in the mood for some waves! I’m going to try surfing again babe! I know.. IT’S NOT GONNA BE LIKE LAST TIME! I will not fall” he laughed while heading towards the closet. You walked after him thinking about why does he WHY the beach. You didn’t want to show your body. People weren’t lying California Girls were beautiful. Sun Kiss skin. Skinny and beautiful. You? Fat. Ugly. Rolls everywhere. Zen notice the change of your face and went to you and grabbed your chin to make him look at him “ if a guy flirts with you I will punch them because you are gorgeous inside and out. I will punch them baby I swear” he brought you closer to him and kissed your forehead gently.

-You guys finally reached the beach and you were wearing a dress swimsuit and Zen was just wearing shorts and a tank top. He looked like one of those Hollister models while you looked like a potato. He held your hand proudly and dragged you so you guys can find a seat. He found an umbrella that was vacant and he got the chairs he was carrying and set everything up. You plopped down the chair and gave a heavy sigh. You were doing okay till you heard a group of guys laughing. “Holy shit EVERYONE LOOK IT’S ZEN AND HIS SHAMOO GIRLFRIEND. I’m surprised you didn’t break the chair sweetie. Next time warn us when you are about to throw yourself !! We are a earthquake state and we don’t want to confuse your falls with an earthquake!!” He was laughing and all his friends were high fiving him. Yo got home and tried running but the sand was slowing you down. “ Awww is the whale having problem running!! You should run more so you can actually look good in a swimsuit” his voice sounded like poison while you fell onto the sand and cried your eyes out.

-You wanted the sand to swallow you up because you can’t believe that Zen even wanted to be with you. “HAHA miss piggy is laughing !! Awww is she to fa-” you heard a body fall onto the sand and heard human flesh being beaten. You turned around and saw Zen rearranging the dudes face. “Don’t you fucking DARE talk about my girlfriend like that. *punch* I am *punch* lucky that she *punch* wants to be *punch* with someone *punch* like *grabs his head and slammed it into the ground* me.” The other friends were starting to run off screaming and Zen was running after his prey. He jumped onto this guy and kicked the air out of him. “ And you wanna be James Franco *kicks* I heard *kicks* your smart remark *kick* that you thought *kick* she deserved *picks him up and throws him to the water* to fucking fall”. The rest of the group were apologizing and left running.

-Zen ran to you with bleeding knuckles helping you up. “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry those guys hurt you. I’m sorry baby. I’m honored to be your boyfriend. Shit. You are the only one for me I don’t care if you are plus size. Regular size is boring trust me *he gave you a wink* *he hugged you and grabbed onto your ass and smacked it.. hard…* I love that I have more to grab on. Now let’s go wash my baby up so I can eat you” you blushed heavily and left to the car.

Jumin: *NSFW IN THE BEGINNING SORRY*

-Jumin loved everything about you. He loved that you were plus sized. He fucking lived for it. He especially loved it when the two of you were having sex and you sat on his face. He loved being suffocated by your pussy and it juices. From the day he first met you, he loved you. He fucking loved you so much, he would shit talk on designers who didn’t make plus size clothing. He would say it in front of their face. Shit he didn’t give a FUCK. He hired plus size designers to make your clothes and lingerie. If you hated a roll, expect that roll to have hickies and love bites on it. He loved you from the tip of your head to the tip of your toes. Don’t get me started on how he loves that Elizabeth 3rd loves cuddling with you.

-One day he decided to work from home because he wanted to spend time with you and Elizabeth. You were making a big breakfast as always because you cooked for the both of you and the guards. He honestly loved that about you. You were so selfless that you always put yourself last. He just chuckled seeing his employees eating their breakfast nervously because they weren’t use to eating on the clock. However, to ease the situation, you created a system. One group of men would be eating while the other would be outside guarding and then once the men or done eating they will eat. Jumin loved your thinking so he made sure the fridge and cabinets were always in stock. The chef was still employed because you needed help making a big breakfast, lunch and dinner !! When you and Jumin were going out on dates you made sure the chef made food for the guards that were protecting the penthouse. Jumin sweared that each and every passing day he fell more in love with you.

-When he was signing documents and editing them because people can’t tell the difference between Arial and Arial black he overheard you talking to Elizabeth 3rd. “ My lovely Elizabeth…. how I miss the ocean…. I’m not sure if Jumin ever took you near the beach but just hearing the sound of the waves….feeling the wet sand between my toes makes me feel at peace.” You heard her heavily sigh and you heart was about to burst. How can this angel… JESUS Christ. What kind of a man am I for not taking her to a place that she loves. You were about to go to her and ask her for forgiveness until you heard her crying. “ but Elizabeth *meow* the thing is I don’t tell Jumin because I’m ashamed of being next to him in a swimsuit. I’m ugly and fat and he is perfect. He is famous for being rich for crying out loud. Aren’t rich people suppose to be with supermodels and people who are gorgeous, tall, lean, and bright eyes!! I’m fat, ugly, short, with boring eye color.” Jumins heart broke. The guards who were hearing you from the outside were crying. Elizabeth was meowing sadly. The chef who was cleaning his hands in the sink were crying. The whole world was crying. Jumin was going to take you to the fucking ocean even if it means millions of dollars buying out a whole resort with a private beach. GUESS WHAT he did the next min. He bought a fucking resort that had a private beach.

-Jumin was already packing his shit. Jumin was packing your shit. Jumin was packing Elizabeth 3rd Shit. Jumin went outside to the guard and told him to call homes to get their shit pack. He called driver Kim to get the limo ready and to get the jet ready as well. He came to you and told you the news of how he decided to buy a resort and why not use it right now. You hugged him and told him that you were going to get everything ready. You were about to leave for the room but he hugged you from behind and told you that everything was already ready. You told the guards that had to stay :( sorry and that she wishes that they could come along. They fucking loved you. The guards who went along with the chief of security had their bags ready and everything. Because they knew…. they were able to sorta enjoy this mini vacation.

-When you two got there..people were waiting outside to greet the two of you. You guys proceed to head to the presidential suite. You told the guards to take turns sleeping and enjoying the resort. The guards fucking loved you have I mention? They wouldn’t hesitate taking a bullet for you. When you entered the suite you ran to the balcony to look out doors. You were in awe you had to.. YOU JUST HAVE TO GO NOW. You went back inside and Jumin was already in shorts ready to go and he gently threw a swimsuit towards you. You notice it wasn’t your usual dress swimsuit. It was a real bikini one. You looked at Jumin shook. He should know how you feel about this. “You look sexy kitten trust me. It’s going to be only us two it’s a private beach! Please baby pleaaaaseee wear this for daddy ?” He pouted :3 JESUS CHRIST WHEN JUMIN HAN CALLS HIMSELF DADDY WHEN YALL NOT FUCKING IT’S A SERIOUS DEAL. You rolled your eyes and he knew he won >:D.

-You PUT it on and JESUS CHRIST the bikini was beautiful and he went closer to you and wrapped his arns around you tenderly. You flicked his nose “ last one there is going to be submissive” and YOU FUCKING RAN. YOU WERE LIKE RUN FOREST RUN. You ran past some of the guards who were waiting by the elevator “ PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON PLEASE AND STAAALLLL HIM” they loved moments like these >:3. They pushed the button and you pressed the closed door and you saw Jumin running to Stop the door from closing but a guard was like Mr. Han wait she took the stairs. Jumin knew that wasn’t you because who the fuck like taking stairs. He heard you laugh when the door closed and he took the stairs. He went down 13 flights of stairs quickly and then went to the elevator and pressed the button and when it opened you were shook. He was sweaty and had a smirk on his face. When the elevator hit the 1st floor. You pushed him to the far corner of the elevator and ran for it. He obviously caught up to you and picked you up and had you over his shoulder laughing. You two finally reached the beach and he put you down gently and kissed you. He loved seeing you smile because it made him feel warm inside.

-The other guards were patrolling the area to make sure there were no intruders in Mr. Hans resort. You waved at them and they waved back. You ran to the ocean till you heard a group of girls calling for you. You looked around and you saw a group of girls with their boyfriends. You knew they were making fun of you and it hurt so much. “ Wow I didn’t know fat people like you actually have Bikinis made for them. Sweetie 2 piece are only made for us skinny people.” She laughed. “ Yeah whoever told you that you actually looked decent lied to your fucking face because god *he closed his eyes* you would even make a blind man cringe in disgust”. Tears were rolling down your face so quickly. You just wanted to have a good time but this THIS group had to ruin everything. You turned back and you saw mad fucking men. Jumin was giving death glares to the man who was harassing you. The 3 guards on his each side of him was ready to fucking attack because no one messes with you ESPECIALLY CAUSE YOU WERE SO NICE AND LOVING TO THEM. Jumin slowly walked to the guy and looked down on him “ you really think you’re a big shot aren’t you. News flash. You ain’t shit *looked at the female who made fun of you * and you ain’t shit. Now if you would excuse me *HE FUCKING PUNCH THE GUY AND HE WAS K/O WITH ONE FUCKING PUNCH. Jumin had a serious face “ attack now.” THE GUARDS WERE UNLEASHED AND THEY FCKING CHASED AND BEAT DOWN THE OTHER MALES. Jumin picked up you and took you to the ocean. He whispered words of love and care into your ear until you started to believe them again.

Yoosung:

-Yoosung joined the coffee club and he actually participated in every single event :’D. He was amazing at making coffee now thanks to Jaehee help. You loved it because every time you woke up, there was always a different smell lingering throughout the apartment. You loved it but in the beginning it was nasty smells because POOR BABY WAS WAS WAASSS JUST EXPERIMENTING. But after months of patients and LOVE, he became really good at it. For Christmas one year, jaehee bought him a coffee making set and you bought him all the ingredients he needed. He cried so hard because you always believed in him from the very beginning. He always told you that you were his inspiration for trying to make the best coffee in the world.

-So slowly, yoosung was climbing thru the ranks of the coffee club and ended up Vice President :’D. When he was announced that he was chosen to be Vice President, he was being manly and told them that they will always make amazing coffee. When the both of you got home, HE TACKLED YOU AND HUGGED YOU AND CRIED. POOR BABY. Yoosung being Vice President actually made the coffee club more fun because there were always bonding activities. You always refused to go and told him to spend time with his friends and that you were gonna stay home and continue studying. He was hesitant that something was wrong but being the theater major that you are, you convinced him that nothing was wrong :).

-However, you promised him to go to one event and that he better chose it good. You thought he forgot about it but one day he came SCREAMING into the building and you heard him all the way up from the 3rd floor. JESUS he was that loud. “ BAAAABBBBBYYY BAABABBABAYYYYYY I HAVE NEEEWWSS  FOR YOU!!” You heard him singing baby and oh god what is it now. He kicked the door open and he was in flip flops and shorts with an LOL tank top. “ BABE GET READY WE ARE HEADING TO THE BEACH. THIS IS MY EVENT OF CHOOSING LETS GO” He said with a grin. You heard him breathing heavily and you were thinking, did he really ran all the way to the house from campus. Dear god he was serious. You went to the bedroom and changed into your two piece that can be mistaken for a swim dress but it wasn’t. You then put regular clothes over and ready to go face the beach with a fake smile :(. When you were on the club bus to head to the beach he notice that you didn’t have a real smile on your face and he asked what’s wrong and you just shook it off and said nothing that you were worrying about an assignment. HE BLAMED HIMSELF FOR DRAGGING YOU THERE. HE EVEN TOLD YOU HE WILL PRACTICE LINES WITH YOU AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE UP FOR THE SUDDEN ADVENTURE. You gave him one of your famous smiles and he kissed your forehead. If only he knew….

-You guys arrived at the beach and you wanted to just say sitting on the bench. You saw the rest of the members taking of their clothes to be just with their swim suits, running to the ocean. You wish you had the confidence to do that. Yoosung took of his tank top and and was ready to run for it but he saw that you weren’t moving. He went closer to you and you know you had to do it before he started worrying again. You took of the clothes and were just in your swimsuit and his nose started to bleed. He always believed you were a thick goddess made just for him. You cleaned his nose with your shirt. He grabbed your hand and made you run with him. You were starting to enjoy yourself because your boyfriend was laughing and his laugh made you smile. You guys made it to the water and jumped in. You were having a blast till….. “DAMN FAT ASS YOU CAUGHT US OFF GUARD. YOU CREATED AN EXTRA WAVE.” they laughed while pointing at you. Yoosung notice and he looked at you and everything clicked for him.

-”EVERYONE A WHALE IS IN SHORE OH MY GOD EVERYONE BE CAREFUL WE MIGHT GET A TSUNAMI.” The group of jerks continued to laugh. Tears were forming in your eyes and you grabbed yoosung hands and tried dragging him away. He took his hand away from you and you saw his eyes were dark purple. Oh shit. The man as come out. He ran there like a fucking bull and jumped onto the guy and was destroying him. The guys friends were calling 911 because yoosung was going animalistic. The police came and it took 4 officers to get yoosung off the guy. Yoosung was yelling and him and you were crying. You were a mess. You called Jumin because you needed help bailing yoosung out of jail. Jumin picked you up 3 mins after you called him and followed the police car to jail. Before they were going to book him, Jumin put a briefcase down and pushed the button to open it. There was 2 millions dollars in that suitcase and they let yoosung go without booking him. Jumin gave the two of you a ride in his limo back to his apartment and he asked what in the world happened. You told him with tears in your eyes and he looked at yoosung and gave him a smirk. He told him that he was proud. you guys got home and you gave him the biggest hug and told him thank you. He cried.

Jaehee *she is gonna be short*

-You guys were set to go on a date on the beach. She knew your insecurities but she didn’t give a fuck what other people said because she loved you and your thick self. So to make compromise with you because she wanted you to have a good time and be comfortable, it was suppose to happen around 7:30.

-you decided to meet her there because she wanted to go early and prepare everything. She wanted everything to be romantic. So since you knew there were going to be few people there are the beach, you decided to wear a bikini and you wore a dress over it. You were excited to go see the love of your life :’D

-you arrived at the beach and now you were just looking for the tower she texted you to arrive at. You were walking on the sand heading your way over to the tower. Fuck. You saw a group of college students having a bonfire. Shit they are drinking. You start to pick up the pace hoping PRAYING they won’t notice you. Sadly, god was busy taking other people’s request. “HEY DONUT WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE AND LET US ROAST YOUR FATASS”. His other friend “ YEAH I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE TO USE CURTAIN DRAPES AS CLOTHES” she laughed evilly. God you wanted to cry but you kept walking. But then the bitch who told you about using curtains as clothes followed you calling you names. You wanted it to stop. You wanted to find jaehee. You started to run and the BITCH was running after you calling you names. You kept running faster until you heard a thud behind you. You decided to stop running and you looked back. You saw your girlfriend kicking her fucking ass. She dislocated her shoulder and broke her nose. She got sand and threw it to her face and then Jaehee spit on her.

-She walked over to you and hugged you and kissed your lips gently and then went towards your neck and gave it little nibbles. She loved you for who you are and she kissed you again while gripping your thighs.

Saeyoung: *he is gonna be short as well*

-You guys finally decided to get out of the house for once. You both wanted fresh air and he insisted on going to the beach and you told him no. You wanted to go to the mountains. He told you no. He said beach. You said mountains. But you felt bad because he really wanted to go to the beach and you weren’t going to let your DAMN insecurity keeping you from having a good time. You finally said yes and he grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him for a deep kiss. He gripped your ass and you guys had a quickie. Lol.

-You guys took a shower together a quick one and got ready. You were putting on a swim suit dress and he shakes his head. He made you put on a bikini because he believed that you had the sexiest body ever. You blushed because he looked at you with hunger. You put a shirt and a skirt over it so you can go out in public normal. He got ready as well and it was off to the beach !

-When you guys got there he notice the sand was really hot. Like burning hot and he didn’t want your feet to get blisters. So he told you to hop on his back and that he was going to carry you till you guys got to the squishy sand. He notice that you were hesitating so he just picked you up bridal style and gave you a smirk. He was strolling by the volleyball court and you were nervous. He were hiding your face between your hands. He told you that he wasn’t going to let you fall but oh boy. That was the last thing you were thinking. You notice that two men were laughing and pointing at you and you were guessing your boyfriend didn’t notice. Damn how you wanted him to move faster. WHY WAS HE BEING SO SLOW. “Hey bud!! Red head” one of them yelled. Saeyoung turned around to face them “ yeah what is it?”he said with a blank expression. “ do you need help with carrying the heavy load” his friends were laughing. Saeyoung put you down kissed your foreheads and smiled. He went over and basically made the guy lose 2 teeth. He then looked for his wallet and destroyed everything of his and his family and his friends when you two got home. He left them bankrupt. He put them as felons. You name it he already did it. He wasn’t going to let a fuck boy hurt his goddess shit. You two still HE a nice time at the beach tho C:

Saeran:

-you two were already at the pier. Both of you guys finished your bi weekly appointment of therapy. He was slowly going back into society. You loved him so much. He was in love with you and he believed he owed his life to you. Therapy was always interesting because the session was suppose to be about him but someone he made it about the both of you. So it was like couples therapy. You were annoyed at first but then Saeran said the both of you should become better people. When he notice how much you hate yourself because you categorize yourself as “ fat” he knew he had to change your mind. No matter how many times he called you beautiful, you didn’t pay attention to him.

-That’s when he started talking about your insecurities and how it affects him because he gets so flabbergasted that an angel sent from the heaven above… Hates herself. The therapy was good for each individual but it made the relationship stronger. You guys were able to communicate more and everything. The love was amazing, the sex was phenomenal, the communication was great, life was perfect for him. He started to call saeyoung brother and not idiot brother. Everything was going good C:   

-You guys were eating ice cream on the pier enjoying each other’s presence and the sounds of the wave crashing onto the sand. He looked at you so lovingly as if he was admiring the work of art. “Pecan *YES HE CALLS YOU AFTER AN ICE CREAM FLAVOR* can we go down to the beach?” He said softly. You got up and cleaned your mouth and cleaned his *HE WAS BLUSHING MY POOR HUSBAND* and went your way down to the beach.

-You took off your sandals and he took of his shoes and rolled up pants. You were wearing shorts so you were good. You guys strolled down the whole beach with the water reaching up to your ankles. You felt so happy. So truly happy. You saw this old couple and you asked if they were nice enough to take pictures for they both of you and they happily obliged. You guys had a little photo shoot and each and every single picture was of the both of you smiling and kissing. The couple prayed that you will last until the both of you reached the heaven above. Everything was perfect. Until you saw a man pointing at you and laughing. He came closer and you were waiting for him to say something mean. You closed your eyes waiting to hear the poison entering your brain. But. Nothing. FUCKING. Happened. You opened your eyes and saw the guy looking a bit nervous. He then proceeded to tell you that you were very beautiful and that you guys look like an amazing couple. He then ran off and you looked at Saeran and before he could change his facial expression he had his death glare on. Then he changed into a smile and kissed you and smacked your ass lightly. You laughed and he did too and you continue walking with him hand in hand

-SHIT YALL THOUGHT SAERAN WAS GONNA BEAT PEOPLES ASSES. SAERAN DONT BEAT PEOPLE HE KILLS THEM. HE ALREADY MADE THE MAN NERVOUS WITH JUST HIS STARE. LMAAOO YALL DONT WANT TO MESS WITH SAERAN WHEN IT COMES TO HIS BROTHER, THE RFA, ICE CREAM, OR YOU LMAOOO. IF YALL WANNA DIE, TALK SHIT OR LOOK AT THEM NASTY. SHIIITT. YALL THOUGHT.

subliminal

pairing: lee jooheon | reader
genre: best friends to lovers au / fluff
word count: 6,312
description: three times (okay, four) you didn’t mean to say you were his girlfriend… and you certainly didn’t mean to like it so much the last time either. 
author’s note: this was an impulse write… thank @jungnoir. honestly just thank her for most of my on the spot pieces. also, thank this for the inspiration as well! also… also, i dedicate this piece to @yongceo <3 

Originally posted by lostinmonstax


Incident #1:

“For the last time, Jooheon, you can’t just mix up bedroom and bathroom.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, releasing a deep sigh.

He exasperates, eyes going wide by a few centimeters and voice getting increasingly louder, “Why not?! What’s so bad about that?”

You stare him in disbelief before letting go of your suitcase so you can reach over with your free hand that isn’t preoccupied with a carry-on bag just to give him a proper smack on the arm.  

He releases a string of curses and whines that you hear only the half of as a flock of bodies pass between the two of you. As per usual, the airport is still busy as ever with people running all over the place alongside suitcases and other fellow people who might’ve forgotten the exact time of a flight or other notions of the sort. Somewhere in the mix, warbled music and announcements over flights intermingle causing most of the mess.

Traveling in itself is a pain so you can understand the pandemonium.

All things considered, one has to be prepared, well-equipped with their clothing and other toiletries, not to mention making sure they have all the other necessities such as monetary expenses and room and board. There’s a whole new aspect to flying somewhere and situating yourself away from home. And although you’re frustrated with Jooheon over his lack of understanding in the one damn language you’ll both need -English- you can be a little sympathetic with the guy.

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Dean Ambrose - Happiest Man Alive.

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #20 “I’m pregnant” and #37 “You’re lying”

Request for - @ryleeroseb4

Warnings - Fluff, Pregnancy (is that warning idk)

Word Count - 2000 Words.

Originally posted by iamed04

Today was a big day, it was Smackdown live and your long term (3 years to be exact) boyfriend Dean Ambrose had a title shot to become the 2x Intercontinental champion. You so badly wanted him to win, it would be the perfect set up to tell him about your long awaited 3 month pregnancy that you had been waiting to surprise him with. You see, you and Dean had been actively trying for a baby over the past year. Although it was hard considering you were also on the road with him as one of Smackdown Live’s make up artists. It was safe to say it was pretty early to be trying for children but you both knew you had found ‘the one’ the moment you saw each other. When you two had first started trying you were both extremely naive thinking it was going to all happen quickly, but you were both very wrong. There had been a few complications along the way - some hard to swallow and others well, they just mean’t you got more time in bed with your man

But low and behold after many months and weeks of quite literally relentless (but incredibly fun) trying; you were finally pregnant. You had been bursting to tell him since you found out when you were just 2 weeks. But you had contained yourself and waited for the 3 month ‘safe point’ now was just a waiting game of pin pointing the moment you were going to tell him. But tonight’s Smackdown match up provided that perfect opportunity - that if everything went to plan.

You were currently backstage with Dean’s best friend Roman and his daughter Jojo, you were both ‘hiding’ from Dean due to the fact Roman was still meant to be with Raw on tour but he opted to come see his brother after a long time apart and you were meant to be wrapped up in bed after a faux illness you had suddenly contracted; this morning you had told your boyfriend you that you felt deathly sick (which wasn’t a lie with morning sickness and all that) and you probably wouldn’t be able to make it to his match tonight. You must admit you felt overly guilty when you saw the dimples from his unusual morning smile disappear as you told him you couldn’t make it, but those feelings instantly went away as soon as you look at or even felt the 12 week scan in the back pocket of your jeans. Or remember that your elaborate surprise would fix a permanent grin to his features for a long long time. Roman was the only person who knew about your pregnancy and he only found out an hour or so prior to meeting him at Smackdown - but you had sworn him to secrecy, not even allowing him to text his wife or Seth, you didn’t want people knowing before the person that deserved to know the most.

~Match Time~

As soon has Maryse’s hand connected with Dean’s cheek your heart sunk - instantly recognising the imminent disqualification heading The Miz’s way obviously resulting in him retaining. You looked over to Roman who at first appeared pre-occupied with little Jojo, but you could see the same look on his features as the one you felt in your stomach. The nauseous feeling only became worse when you saw the ref raise his hand in the direction of the time keepers area, you placed your head in your hands bracing yourself for the sound of the bell - but slowly began to raise your head as the sound never came and Roman gave your shoulder a slight nudge along with a heartychuckle. Your eyes wearily glanced up to the screen to a smile formed on your face and giggle bubbled from your rouged lips as your saw Dean being as stubborn as ever arguing with ref, almost pleading the ref to not disqualify The Miz. You could see the sceptical look dousing the features of the official causing you to cross your fingers and bite the skin around your nails out of nervous habit - as soon as you saw the officials hand rest at his side signifying the continuation of the match you slowly let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding; hearing the Samoan beside you do the same.

The match dragged on and you could see fatigue setting with in both superstars, Jojo had long lost interest but you and Roman were still perched on the edges of you seats - it seemed Ro wanted your plan to work almost as much as you did. Your eyes drifted from the screen for a mere 5 seconds but were instantly diverted back as you heard a huge pop erupt from the crowd - one so deafening it even brought Jojo’s attention to the TV. You squealed in delight as you saw Dean hook Miz’s arms ready for ‘dirty deeds’, you excitement rocketed as he successfully hit the devastating DDT and the official began the three count. You rapidly slapped Romans arm as the referees hand touched the canvas finalising the three count, you hugged Roman, your heightened emotion caused makeup stained tears to fall onto his shirt.

“Y/N you have to go hide, you know he won’t be out there long” Roman’s deep voice announced pulling away from the celebratory hug. You quickly nodded in realisation and headed to the bathroom of the Dean’s dressing room, assuring you left the door open a fraction so you could see your boyfriend the moment he walked in. It was a short five minutes before you heard the two best friends. 

“Congratulations brother” Roman quite literally screamed at Dean, you boyfriend chuckled pulling Roman in for a ‘bro hug’

“Cheers man, means a lot - happy to be holdin’ the gold again” Dean mused gesturing to the title gleaming upon his shoulder. A look of fondness adorned your face admiring how happy he was - and how he was about to become a whole lot happier.

“Where’s Y/N man?” Roman questioned clearly trying to conceal the smirk creeping to his face, as Dean scooped up Jojo giving her a massive cuddle from her favourite uncle. You heart beat sped up and a feeling of warmth swarmed your body just seeing just how much of a perfect daddy Dean will be.

“She couldn’t make it, she was really sick this morning” he shrugged continuing to hold Jojo - the small girl amused by the championship upon Dean’s shoulder. “I’m waiting on the soppy congratulations text that she’s probably been typing for five minutes already” he rolled his eyes playfully - that sentence was the perfect opportunity to reveal your presence. You made one final check of you back pocket just to make sure the scan hadn’t fallen out - as soon as you felt it that beaming smile broke onto your face again.

“What sort of champs girlfriend isn’t there to greet the champ” you announced as you walked out of the bathroom door holding your arms out. Dean promptly placed Jojo down and bolted over to you; picking you up and swinging you round.

“I thought you were ill! You little bitch you lied” he scolded playfully his scruff tickling your face as he kissed your temple.

“I did not lie, i did feel sick - but i wouldn’t miss the love of my life getting what he wanted more than anything; his championship back!” you argued defensively with a giggle, pressing your soft lips to Dean’s as he continued holding you in a tight yet comforting embrace - that was until his arms loosened around you and his face become more serious.

“Babe, i promise i will give you what you want soon - i’ll make you happy, i already know you’ll be an amazing mother” he mumbled lowly his piercing cerulean staring directly into yours as he gently intertwined his still sweaty hands with your more delicate ones. You stared at him your features perplexed in bewilderment - before you finally understood what he meant; you had to try your hardest to conceal your smile before you spoke up.

“Maybe a lot sooner than we thought” you announced twirling a strand of your loosely curled hair between your painted nails. He gave you a puzzled look and placed his hand on your shoulder - daintily rubbing circles into it with his thumb; something he often did to comfort you. 

“Babe i can’t promise anything soon or tell you when it’s going to happen but -” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m pregnant” you spoke loudly over the rumble of his deep voice and the background noises of the arena that all faded to silence in that one moment - a grin spreading from ear to ear across your face as you saw, Dean’s eyes light up, something not even a title win could bring to him.

“You’re lying” his voice drawled out in disbelief as his muscled hands automatically left the go of his precious title and made their way to your only minutely, protruding belly. “I can’t - i can’t believe it” he blinked rapidly as his grin widened exposing his pearly whites. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” he shouted almost at the top of his lungs before encapsulating your small frame in his much larger, herculean like one. Your small arms tightened round his large frame as tears of pure joy spilled from your eyes and onto his vest clad chest. The romantic embrace was cut short as your remembered the scan in your pocket - he gave raised an eyebrow at you as you hastily tore yourself from his embrace and reached to your pocket.

“This is why i was ‘ill’ this morning” you said sheepishly handing him the tiny black and white scan. “Three months yesterday” you smiled as his brows furrowed to study the small-scaled image. 

“Babe… why has our child got like four arms?” you snorted knowing he was bound to ask something stupid like that.

“Dean - did it not cross your mind that, ya know - that could be two different babies…” your voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence as you saw realisation set in his features.

“Woah woah - twins? You’re telling me that you’re bring two mini Ambrose’s into the world at once? Jesus Christ someone send help” Roman spoke up from the back of the room causing you and Dean to burst out in a fit of giggles. You even heard Jojo laugh a little at her fathers comment. You quickly turned back to Dean only to be met with a wistful kiss slammed onto your plump lips.

“Twins eh? I can’t believe it. I am the happiest man alive right now - all thanks to you Y/N. I love you” he spoke solemnly after pulling away from the short but love filled kiss. 

“I love you too Handsome” you beamed up at him. “However as much as I’m enjoying this huge mushy love stuff - I’d much rather enjoy some fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Smirking as you saw the disgust on Dean and Roman’s faces you spoke up again. “C’mon the twins are hungry” you chuckled beginning to make your way out of the dressing room.

Roman and Dean shared a look before shrugging, starting to follow you and Jojo - who had already left her daddy to be with her favourite auntie.

“Hey, congrats man. This’ll be the most joyful, yet most stressful thing you’ll ever experience. But trust be it’s worth it” Roman mused as he stared at you and Jojo lightly skipping through the halls; the words left his mouth with wisdom and experience causing Dean to let out a hearty laugh. Before he spoke - almost out of earshot

“All I can say is - I truly am THE happiest man alive.”

A/N: This one was soo good to write! All the daddy dean feels!! I’m also very very sorry this one took so long to upload - i’ve been ill and it made me kinda unproductive - whoops :/ But anyways i hope you all enjoy - oh and if you enjoy this i could make it into a series? I’m not sure. But happy reading! ~ Moxxii :) x

anonymous asked:

Hey! After reading your Andriel amusement park prompt, I was wondering if you could do some Neil whump? Where Neil gets sick, or injured, and andrew takes care of him? Cheesy, but soothing for my soul \(^_^~ thanks!!

Listen, Anon. Soft fluffy Andreil is what I live for! So please enjoy this sick Neil drabble featuring mother-hen-Nicky and the very real flu death experiences of @irishrainbownjh

It starts with a tickle. Right at the back of the throat. It grates with every swallow, and despite how many times he clears his throat, Neil can’t seem to shake the scratch. He pulls himself out of bed, has a long hot shower, and downs two glasses of water, but it’s still persistently there.

By the time Neil is halfway through his morning lecture, his head has started pounding as well. It’s a constant pressure behind his eyes that throbs in time to his heartbeat and cries out at the flash of each new slide. The scratch of a pen on paper to his right and the smack of gum to his left only make it worse.

When the class finally ends, Neil drags himself back to Fox Tower. His body feels both sluggish and sore, like he’s just run five miles then slept ten hours cramped up. Even the smallest movement sets his muscles aching and his joints creaking.

It takes considerable effort to make it up the hill to Fox Tower, so Neil opts for the elevator over the stairs. The doors open on the third floor to reveal the hallway bustling with a group from the soccer team. One of the players has an arm full of pizza boxes, and the greasy scent wafts down to Neil. It makes his stomach bubble and churn, and the striker braces himself against the wall and breathes through gritted teeth to get it to settle.

“Neil?”

Neil whips around at the sound of his name, but the fast movement causes lights to pop behind his eyes. It’s like a bad case of vertigo, his whole world tilting, and Neil stumbles back against the wall again. He blinks a few times, and when his eyes come back into focus, he finds Nicky’s concerned expression. It takes another moment to register that Nicky’s hands are gripping his elbows and holding him steady.

“Jesus, are you alright? You look awful.” Nicky raises his hand and presses it against Neil’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. Let’s get you inside.”

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