i did a lot of these a while go and sorta wanna get them off

The Easter Bunny

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader

“You sure we got everything?” Dean inquired as he looked over at Sam who sat in the passenger seat.

Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, I think so. Got the basket, chocolate bunny, stuffed duck, supplies for dying eggs, jelly beans, and more candy then we need. I think we’re all set for the Easter bunny tomorrow.”

“Good.” Dean replied with a large smile, “Let’s go get our girl.”

Sam chuckled as he got out of the impala, “Did you ever think we’d have this?” Sam questioned before she shut the passenger door.

“What, you having a kid? Us going shopping for a stuffed duck? Me actually looking forward to taking a rugrat to the mall to see some guy dressed up like a friggin’ rabbit?” Dean scoffed, “No, I never saw our lives becoming this; but I’m glad it is.”

Sam grinned at his brother, thinking about all the big changes that happened for them within the last year. You had showed up in their lives; a result from the irresponsible relationships Sam had when he was soulless, but the brothers loved you no matter how you came into their lives.

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Kill Zone - Prologue

Characters: Reader ( Special Agent Y/N Singer), Special Agent Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod,    

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, torture (not overly graphic), murder, character deaths  

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the death and violence these kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds, and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical Terms: MO: An offender’s method of carrying out an offense


Cindy was running as if her life depended on it, because it did. The branches snapped under her bare feet. The sharp rocks dug into her skin like razors each time she fell, but every time she got back up. Blood was soaking through her shirt and jeans from the wounds where his knife had pierced her flesh. Her racing heart was pumping her blood faster through her veins, causing the blood to escape her body even faster, and making her head spin.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.

The words repeated themselves over and over again in her mind, like a chant, as she tried to get away from her kidnapper. Her kidnapper, who had set her free. Who had instructed her to run, before slowly walking off in the opposite direction, carrying his rifle over his shoulder.

She had cried and begged for her life, screaming till her throat was sore and hoarse, but he hadn’t turned around. He hadn’t worthied her a second glance, so she had done the only thing her exhausted and befuddled mind had let her. She had ran.

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Only one can have the girl.

Originally posted by everythingtythan

loud blue boi vs. stoneface… who’s going to win?

As the new girl on the team, you were still unsure about how the team feels about you yet. You always wanted to make a great first impression with everyone and you did! The minute you first walked through those doors, Tyler and Ethan were both amazed by you. To them, you were their perfect dream girl, Tyler fell in love with your kindness and team attitude since you came in with a big smile and helped the team with anything they needed while also keeping everyone motivated during long editing session but Ethan fell in love with your silliness and energy since you were a ball of energy and have a child-like mind sometimes with you being the youngest.  The two boys have been fighting for your attention ever since you’ve started working there and honestly, you didn’t really notice. When you had a hard time grabbing things off the shelves, they would both fight to grab it for you until Kathryn or Amy gets it for you when you’re about to go grab lunch for the team, they both try to tag along but you don’t mind it.

“Tyler, I should date her because you know SHE’S CLOSER TO MY AGE!” “Ethan, I liked her before you even laid eyes on her!” “WE SAW HER AT THE SAME TIME!” “GUYS, you do know..” “STAY OUT OF IT MARK!”  Tyler and Ethan have been at each other throat all week about who’s going to date you. “[Y/N] and I have a lot more in common than you two together!“ "Cartwheeling ISN’T A BONDING!” “What’s with all the yelling?” you laughed when you walked in. “Hey [Y/N]! Ready to start filming today’s challenge?” Mark hopped over to you, dragging you to the backyard area, “What challenge?” you stated confusingly. 

“MARK, I DON’T LIKE THIS CHALLENGE!!” you tried to hide from the arrows, “IF YOU WANT TO WORK WITH US, YOU HAVE TO TAKE SOME ARROWS.” He shot one almost hitting you. “MARK! I’M JUST AN EDITOR! I SHOULD BE EDITING!” you hid behind a tree, “SO IS ETHAN BUT HE STILL TAKE SOME HITS!” he shot one at Ethan’s chest for an example, “GOD DAMNIT, MARK!” “SEE!” “SORRY, ETHAN!” you shouted from the tree.  You climbed up the tree since you didn’t want to get hit what so ever, but Mark wasn’t going to give up that easily, “THAT’S CHEATING!” he shot an arrow, almost hitting you. “MARK! I HAVE A LOT OF EDITING TO DO!” he ignores you and continue shooting until he hit your knee causing you fall off the tree but luckily your strong friend caught you in his arms, “Thanks, Tyler.” You smiled and hopped out of his arms.  “Now, when I say stop Mark…” you walked up to him and grabbed the arrow and bow, “I mean stop. I suggest you should run.” You hissed before pulling the arrow back.

After spending another hour of attacking Mark, all when back to the house and decided to chill there for the night. You were listening to your music when you heard loud whispering from your door and it has gotten to the point that you just couldn’t take it anymore so you open the door seeing Ethan and Tyler arguing. “What’s going on!” you asked seeing the boys look at you by surprise.  "WOULD YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!?“ They both yelled while pushing each other out their way. Your face turns red and laughs nervously, "Umm… well, you guys…” “I understand if you don’t wanna go out with a caveman, [Y/N]. I know I wouldn’t.” Ethan stopped you giving Tyler a death stare. You stopped them from bickering with a whistle, “GUYS!” you sighed with your face in your hand. “I’m not really interested… like that.” You mumbled. They gave you a confused look so you continue, “I’m into girls and I’m seeing someone sorta.” You explained. They both look at each other amazed, “I didn’t see that coming.” Ethan started laughing and Tyler joined along, “Oh my God. We were fighting all week about this and she didn’t even like us like that!” you smiled at the two boys bonding with each other, “So who are you dating?” Tyler added. “Me!” the boys turned around see Kathryn waving at them, “WHAT?” you walked over to your girlfriend and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “We’re trying to keep it on the down-low for a while so the fans wouldn’t freak out about it but yeah, we’re dating!” you explained, “But thanks for helping me today with editing and filming the challenge!” you added. The boys were silent and still processing the whole thing, “I think they need a while, let’s go to the movies so they can process this.” Kathryn whispered to you. You nodded and walked out hand and hand giggling.

“I was trying to tell you she was a lesbian!” Mark walked passed them, shaking his head, “BUT NO ONE LISTEN WANTS TO MARK!”

Originally posted by teamiplier-tothemoon-andback

PLOT TWIST! IT’S A KATHRYN X FEM!READER! I actually had this idea in my head for quite a while and the original concept was going to be a new neighbor instead of a new team member but I had writer block with the neighbor one so here’s this one. I’m sorry it was shorter than usual and it’s probably not my best work but I wanted to try something new just like the Father Figure Tyler one that actually received a lot of positive reviews and I’m glad everyone like it! Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed and I’ll see y’all later!

Second Chances (Zach Dempsey X Reader X Jeff Atkins)

- You and Zach had gotten into an argument, later on he ended up cheating on you. Jeff helped you through the breakup which led to you getting feelings for him, but still having feelings for Zach.
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You and Zach had been dating for a little over a year now, but you guys kept getting distant by the day. The reason for that was because you guys had gotten into a huge argument about a week ago.

He said that you would always flirt with other guys and he called you horrible names like slut and whore. Which led to you slapping him. Although you didn’t break up with him and he didn’t break up with you, you didn’t know what the situation was at this point.

You hated being distant with him, you guys used to be so close. You went to his house, you needed to fix this you just couldn’t take it anymore. You got to his house and you knew his parents weren’t home so you took out the spare key he gave you. You walked in and like you expected everything was quiet except you heard people talking upstairs, you could hear Zachs voice. You stopped in front of his door. You then heard a females voice. The door swung open, you just stared at the girl wide eyed, she was beautiful but you’ve never seen her before.

“Y/N what are you doing here?!” Zach said while quickly putting on a shirt. You noticed a hickey on his neck and one on hers as well. Tears filled your eyes and you just ran out the door. He chased after you calling your name but you ignored him. He grabbed your wrist.

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him. You could see a hint of sadness in his eyes but soon that left.

“Fuck you Dempsey, I knew something was up, you were acting more distant and seemed like you didn’t have an interest in me anymore.” You said. He scoffed,

“I loved you so much up until you started flirting with all the guys especially Jeff! Then you became a slut!” He yelled back at you. You and Jeff had been best friends forever, but Zach always thought you two had a thing.

“I never flirted with any of them Zach, because I was yours! I would never do such a thing!” You yelled back tears streaming down your cheeks.

“But now I’m not so goodbye.” You said walking away, he didn’t chase after you this time.

You got home ran to your room and texted Jeff to come over with your favorite snacks and movies. He said he’ll be there in 5.

Jeff arrived and he walked in like always and opened your rooms door to see you crying. He rushed to you.

“What’s wron—” you didn’t let him finish his sentence you just hugged him.

“He cheated on me.” You said in between sobs. You noticed his fist clench.

“That fucking asshole!” He hugged you even tighter. Jeff wanted so badly to go and beat him up but he didn’t want to leave you alone. For a couple of weeks that’s all you guys did. You dreaded school but luckily you rarely saw Zach and Jeff was always with you.

As you and Jeff were laying down watching movies one day he just randomly stated,

“Prom is tonight we should go you need to get out of this room, love.” Jeff said you shook your head.

“No I look horrible and Zach is gonna be there.” You said.

“You look beautiful, he’s gonna see how great you’re doing without him so c'mon let’s gooooo.” Jeff said while picking you up. You squealed while telling him to put you down.

“I’ll put you down if you promise to go.” He said while smiling. You sighed.

“Ugh fine I’ll go now put me down Atkins.” He threw you to your bed.

“Okay great I’ll go back to my house to get ready I’ll pick you up in the evening.” He said, you just agreed and smiled.

He soon left and you decided that you should shower, you already had your prom dress seeing as you were going to go to prom with Zach before the incident. It was a beautiful long dress, which was a nice shade of baby pink. People always told you that color went with your skin.

You showered got dressed and did your makeup. You actually looked decent and not dead. The doorbell rang and you walked down the stairs where your parents had already let Jeff in. Your mom gasped which made everyone follow her gaze. They all looked at you and Jeff was the first to speak up.

“You look so beautiful.” He said. Your parents agreed and your mom took out her camera. She took like 100 photos of you guys and you found it quite funny. Once she was done with her little photo shoot you and Jeff walked toward his car, you were about to open the door when he opened it first.

“I always open the door for you princess.” He said you got in and buckled up. The drive just consisted of you guys singing songs that were playing on the radio.

You guys arrived and you and Jeff linked elbows before walking in. You got some compliments from people telling you that you look beautiful, you thanked them and complimented them as well. Clay walked towards you guys and greeted you and Jeff.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” Clay said to you.

“Damn right she does!” Jeff said eying you up and down. You just giggled and thanked them. From the corner of your eye you can feel someone staring at you. You turned to see who it was and it was the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces. You still missed him but he broke you. But you wanted so badly to connect your lips to his.

“Wanna dance?” Jeff asked looking at you. You nodded and tried figuring out what song was playing. You smiled once you remembered it, Jeff would always sing this song to you. As you guys were dancing you could hear Jeff whispering the lyrics into your ear. (The song is You’re always loved by Golden)

“I will never hurt you, no.
I will never desert you.
There’s a lot of girls in this world
Though they have nothing on you.” He sang, his voice barely audible. You smiled, this song brought back so many memories.

“I will be there… I’ll be there…
When the words just come out wrong, And you’re sick of the love songs. I will be there… I’ll be there…
When your strength is now all gone, And you need someone to lean on. Even when you stop loving yourself, I’ll be there to help.
And when you’re giving up,
Just know you’re always loved.” These lyrics were so true, Jeff was always there for you when Zach did something wrong. Jeff would never hurt you, which is why you had kinda sorta started falling for him.

The song finished and you and Jeff just smiled at each other.

“Let’s go show Zach how much better you’re doing without him.” He smirked. You laughed and agreed. You two stayed on the dance floor laughing like crazy and dancing like weirdos. Soon you two calmed down and you were quiet thirsty so you went to go get a drink. Zach was there as well, you ignored the fact that he was there and grabbed your drinks.

“You look beautiful.” Zach said, gosh you missed him so much. You just wanted to kiss him but you had to play it off as if you were doing just fine so you just looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Can we talk outside.” Zach said, he looked so sad. You agreed knowing you were going to regret this. You two got outside and he spoke first,

“You look stunning.” He said while looking at you.

“Thanks, it’s the best I’ve looked these past days. It was Jeff’s idea to go out so I had to look my best.” You said.

“So you’re dating him now?” He asked, sadness in his voice.

“No he’s still my best friend.” You said, although you had started getting feelings for him, but you still had feeling for Zach. Zach’s eyes filled with hope.

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, it felt awkward and maybe Jeff was looking for you back inside.

“Can you give me a second chance?” Zach asked.
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Part two is now up! :) https://cutiedempsey.tumblr.com/post/159921049278/second-chances-pt-2-jeff-atkins-x-reader-x-zach

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran with a passionate MC who keeps making them all flustered, like complimenting them about their little quirks, always snuggling up to them... Bonus : MC is a looooves tickling them

Okay, so I think this just turned into random, cheesy, cute fluff,,, Sorry if it’s not what you wanted ^^;


  • It’s the worst when you compliment his eyes.
  • Sometimes in the middle of a make out session, you’ll look into his eyes and just tell him how pretty they are and how you can see the whole universe in them
    • “It might just be my love for you talking, but I can see so many stars… entire galaxies… It’s beautiful. I think you’re beautiful…”
  • When that happens, he starts blushing like crazy
    • your fave is when his whole face turns pink and he just keeps trying to look away from you
  • “Yoosung, you’re so cute! You’re even cuter when your cheeks are all pink like that!”
  • You like to play with his hair a lot and shower him with completely random compliments. He tries to overpower your compliments with his own, which usually leaves him a stuttering mess when you one-up him again
  • Also, this boy’s sides are veeeeeery ticklish
  • He likes to hold your waist while cuddling or dancing or whatever, but as soon as your hands go above his hips, he freaks out
    • “MC I’m just trying to have a nicE TIME WITH Y- MC STOP.”
  • He likes payback though


  • Honestly, just telling him you love him makes him blush a little
  • Whenever you do something nice for him, he thanks you profusely
  • You really like just doing nice things for him, but you reeeeeeaaaaally like the way he acts when you do
  • When you cook him dinner, he just looses it
  • The entire dinner, he showers you and your food with compliments
  • Towards the end, when he tones it down a bit, it’s your turn.
  • Jumin, your skin is so pretty. Like, you have such a nice complexion.”
  • When you bring that one out, you typically come over and touch his face.
  • He absolutely adores feeling your hands on his face in a calm, loving way, and he loves the little kisses that come with it
  • His weakness tho
  • When you two are cuddling, you’ll run your hands through his hair and tell him how much he means to you
  • the man practically melts in your hands at that one


  • Okay, it is so damn hard to fluster this kid
  • He knows all your weaknesses, but you’ve never succeeded in making him more than blush
  • Whenever he winks at you or flirts with you, you’re a babbling mess
  • You just want to make him feel all warm and bubbly like he makes you feel
    • also revenge
  • You two cuddle a lot, but it’s always just peaceful
  • One day while you were getting up, you accidentally brushed your hand against the back of his leg and he freaked out
  • He brought his leg in so that you wouldn’t touch it again and his face turned red
    • “Zen, are you ticklish??”
    • “N-No! That was just-!”
  • That turned into a tickle war, only ending when you almost got kneed in the face
  • To this day, its the only innocent thing you know to do to make him blush, so you’ll sometimes brush the back of his knee in public and just laugh at him
  • He gets sorta pissed, but he thinks it’s cute that you’re having so much fun, so he doesn’t really mind.


  • Every single compliment you give her makes her blush and you love it
  • You compliment her every chance you get because not only are they all true and always relevant, but you think she’s so cute when she’s flustered
  • Like, always-put-together-Jaehee crumbling at your compliments is your weakness
  • You’ll often compliment her on her outfit or how that lipstick you bought her compliments her eyes, but it’s the deeper ones that really get her
  • “You’re the kindest, smartest person I know. You mean the world to me.”
  • When you guys cuddle, sometimes you’ll tell her that you never want to let her go. You want to spend the rest of your life with her and you hope that she’ll never leave you.
    • She cried at that one once
  • Sometimes she’ll go to push her glasses up, but realize that she doesn’t wear them anymore and you laugh.
  • This girl loves scented candles
  • Like, 
  • Loves them
  • So sometimes if you run out to the grocery store or something, you’ll buy her a candle then cuddle on the couch with her 
    • Honestly, it’s like one of those holiday commercials where everything’s perfect and the whole world smells nice
  • When you guys cuddle, you like to tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her, and compliment the cute little things she’s done in the past week
  • Her face gets hot and it makes for warmer cuddles


  • You laugh at all his jokes, even when they’re not funny
  • “Luciel, you have the nicest ass.”
    • he says shit like that to you all the time, so you figured it’d be okay if you said it to him too
  • He concealed it well, but it made him feel super nice
  • “Seven, how come you never use caps lock?”
  • “Because my fingers are polite.”
  • He doesn’t know why, but he really likes when you pick up on little things like that.
  • Sometimes you like to take his glasses off so that you can stare into his eyes. When he asks you why you do that, you tell him that you love the color yellow.
    • “Yellow is a happy color. I’m always happy when I see you, and I hope you’re happy when you see me. Your eyes are like…. I dunno.. flowers. The sun. Golden retrievers…………….. Minions.”
  • When you keep going on about how happy he makes you, he gets really happy too because, ‘Oh my god, they love me so much. How the hell did I luck out like this???’
  • His cheeks turn a super light shade of pink. When you start giving him little kisses, he smiles into every single one. His blush gets a little darker when you compliment him more.
  • Sometimes you start to ramble after the kisses, but he never actually stops you. It makes him feel really good.
    • “Have I ever told you that you’re like, the funniest person I know? And you’re so smart! Funny and smart?? How did you get both? That’s not fair! Also, you’re so kind! God, you’re so lucky!!! I’m so lucky!!!!!! WHERE DID I FIND YOU I NEVER WANNA LET YOU GO”
  • By the end of it, he’s blushing like mad and things get deep
  • Also, his feet are hella ticklish, but you only use that when you’re desperate, because it usually ends with you getting kicked in the face and him feeling really bad


  • When he’s doing literally anything, you get super close to him and weasel your way into his space
    • Cooking? Hold me.
    • Reading? Let me hold you.
    • Texting? Lets cuddle.
    • Doing something important? Idc, please give me all your love and attention.
  • “Jihyun, I love your laugh! It’s so cute and it makes me so happy! And your smile! You’re just so handsome….”
  • He thinks its so cute that you pick out little things about him, and he thinks about how much you love him a lot.
  • Whenever he gets sad, he thinks about the compliments you’ve given him and everything is okay again
  • a i g h t, his laugh though
  • His laugh is like the most beautiful music to you
  • When you find out that his neck is ticklish,,,,,,HOOOOOOOH BOII
  • Not only do you get to hear his laugh, but you also get to see his smile and compliment him on both
  • plus a new thing that you absolutely love;
  • “When you try to protect yourself, it just makes you look cuter, y’know!”
  • His entire face turns red when you call him adorable, and you do it a lot when he’s trying to protect his neck from your tickles


  • Everything makes this poor boy flustered
  • “Babe, your bedhead is adorable.”
  • “The pasta sauce on your nose is a good look, really. It’s so cute.”
  • “Saeran, you’re so cute!”
  • Every single nice thing you say or do to him makes him blush and deny everything you say
  • He usually ends up trying to turn it all around and compliment you, but it never really works
  • “I’m adorable?? N-no way! You’re adorable….er.”
  • Cuddling with him is a fucking mess
  • He gets super flustered whenever you touch him, so having your bodies pressed together is ridiculous
  • When he’s super tired, he mellows out though. He falls a sleep when you’re the big spoon and it’s just so cute
  • He’s so cute when he sleeps oh man oh man
Let’s Make a Deal {Part II}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: I am amazed at how much people are loving this AU so far!)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

“Another gin and tonic for you, Mister Jethals?” You asked, as the man sitting at the bar waved his hand.

“Please. Been a long fuckin’ day at City Hall.” He slurred, as you raised your brows, pouring his drink and grabbing a napkin and pen, giving a look to Jasmine as she nodded her head, moving on to distract some of the patrons with a few of her custom drinks.

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Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2128

Request/Summary: It’s your turn to show the bullies from high school you were successful in the love department, but there was a mild problem, you were single. (Fake Dating AU)

Warnings: angsttttt, cussing, should be it

Tagging: @serkewen12 @ariadne1004 @merrahonthawall @bethbat @deltablue202 @blueco16 @alienxsara @bad-hatter @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @gonnamurderyou

A/N- Finally got it done! This is the last part of the Restraint series! I hope you like it. Special thanks to @angry-and-yandere for helping me out.

Masterlist | Ask Box | Restraint | Stupidity | Infatuation | Fantasy

“Hey yo Diggs, is there any chance you could come to a dinner thing with me? Somehow my mom figured out we were ‘together’ and wanted me to bring you…”

“Ye-” Stupid. Daveed remembered. Stupid. He went silent,

“Daveed?” You asked after a few moments of quiet.

“You know what, sorry Y/N, I can’t.” He held his breath, “Sorry.”

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#90 “You can tell me anything.” for the anon

The classroom feels too small. It’s as if the walls are crushing Dean, taking away all the space and ability to breathe. There are too many other students, too. English is his favorite class, but at the same time, he’s always nervous to go. It all has to do with Mr. Novak. Dean isn’t nervous because he’s strict or mean, quite the reverse. 
Castiel always has time for everyone, makes you want to learn and listen and understand, he talks about things that stay in your mind for days, asks your ideas and opinions. Dean likes him even more because he greets him in the hall, helps him with all the patience in the world and always writes compliments down throughout Dean’s essays. 

No, it’s not that Mr. Novak is mean. Dean sometimes wishes he would be so he could hate him and ignore the strong jawline, dark messy hair, and deep blue eyes. But he can’t. Especially now Castiel has slipped off his jacket and is standing with his back turned to write on the board, wearing only his black jeans and tugged in white shirt. Dean stares. It’s too distracting to hear anything Castiel is saying, his deep gravelly voice a comfortable murmur in the back of Dean’s mind. He shifts. 

Castiel must have known how good he’d look putting it on this morning, Dean doesn’t believe he had no idea at least one of his students would be unable to pay attention. He imagines how Castiel had looked that morning, his hair even messier than now, only wearing boxers. His arms and chest are broad, he probably works out, Dean thinks, and Dean thinks about Castiel doing push-ups and jogging and going to the gym. Which gym would he be going to? If Dean can find out, he’ll go there as well. Accidentally show up and stand at the showers so he might catch a glimpse of his naked body and…   

“Dean, did you hear me?”

Dean startles and sits up straight, his teacher’s voice drilling through his daydreams.

“What- I… No, sorry sir.” He stutters and several students laugh. Dean’s cheeks burn and he swallows away his thoughts, trying to get himself back to reality. “I… Could- could you maybe repeat that?”

Castiel looks at him thoughtfully, tilting his head.

“Of course, Dean. I was asking you if you’d be able to tell me what the author means with this sentence.”

Dean blinks in confusion. He quickly reads the quote on the board and thinks on top speed, remembering what his teacher had said yesterday.

“Uhm… He- He recalls the way people in his town see homosexuals and how he suffers from that.” He stutters through quickly. Castiel nods, his eyes still on him. Dean wishes he’d look away, yet never wants to stop looking into that blue.

“Exactly, Dean. Next time try to keep your thoughts in class, alright?”

Some people chuckle again.

“Yes- Sorry, sir.” Dean wishes he could disappear. He stays nervous and avoids looking at his teacher altogether. When Castiel puts them to work, Dean can’t concentrate on anything he’s reading. He taps his pen on his book, reading the same sentence over and over again. Ten minutes in, Castiel suddenly turns up next to his desk. Dean wants to hide that he hasn’t written anything down yet, but his teacher already saw. He kneels down at Dean’s table and whispers so no one else can hear.

“Do you need any help, Dean?” From this close, Dean realizes how young Castiel actually is. He knows he’s the youngest teacher in school, but Castiel’s clothes and standard frown make him look older.

“No,” Dean mutters back. He swallows and stares at his pen. Castiel smells good, like honey and something earthy, warm and rich. “I don’t- I just… I can’t really concentrate today.”

Any other teacher would’ve said he should try harder, or tell him that isn’t an excuse. But Mr. Novak nods.

“I see. Just see if you can write something down, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Dean gives him a thankful smile. As Castiel gets up, his hand brushes over Dean’s shoulder for a moment. It’s impossible to concentrate that class.

Everyone hurries out when the bell rings, but as Dean is packing his bag, Mr. Novak calls his name.

“Dean, will you stay for a moment?”

Dean has never been alone with Castiel before, not like this, with a closed door and no other students around. Castiel takes off the glasses he used while grading papers and rubs his eyes, then looks at Dean.

“Did you get anything done today?”

“No.” Dean mumbles. “Sorry, I-”

“That’s okay, I was just curious.” Castiel nods at the table in front of his desk and Dean sits down slowly. “I noticed you weren’t very comfortable today and I wondered if I could do anything to make you feel better.” He continues. “And you know that if there’s something wrong… Know you can always come to me.”

Dean nods but stays quiet. He doesn’t know what to say, seen his problem.

But Castiel seems to see right through him. He squints and leans forward, making Dean swallow.

“Dean. You can tell me anything.” Castiel says, his voice more pressured.

“No,” Dean says, he can’t pretend there’s nothing going on. “Not this.”

Castiel leans back into his chair and observes him. It makes Dean even more nervous and he shifts, looking at the table.

“I… am aware of your home situation if that’s what you mean. As your counselor, I know.”

Dean shakes his head. Castiel is one of the only teachers at school to know times at home can be rough.

“But I see that’s not it. How about- problems with a girl?”

Dean shakes his head and laughs, he wished it was that simple. “If only.”

“A guy?”

Dean meets his eyes for the first time. He thinks about lying, saying it has nothing to do with that, but he knows his face already gave him away.

“Uh, well- I just… I’ve always liked girls, y’know,” he says. He doesn’t know why he’s talking to Castiel of all people, maybe because he’s the one to give him all this trouble, but he does, the words suddenly spilling out. “I’ve- liked one guy in the past, but I didn’t really realize until later. And now I like this other guy and I have been trying to push it away because it’s wrong but I can’t, it just doesn’t leave me.”

If Castiel is surprised, he doesn’t show. He just observes.

“Why is it wrong, you say? Being gay, or bisexual in your case, isn’t wrong. Just like in the literature we discussed today, people who disagree will never understand until they feel that same way.”

“I know,” Dean says quickly, “but next to him being a man… it’s also- unethical to like this guy.” Dean laughs, shaking his head. “Impossible, against the rules and unethical. Pretty much sums it up.”
They sit like that for a long time, but Dean doesn’t feel like leaving. Yes, this is the most awkward conversation he’s ever had, but he still feels comfortable here with Cas. Alone, together.

Finally, Cas talks.

“Rules are made for those who want to do bad, profane opportunities laid out for them. Sometimes, good people with right intentions are… constrained by said rules. It’s complex, but if you, Dean, were ever to break those rules, don’t feel like you’re a bad person because of it. You’re not wrong, the rules are.”
Dean is perplexed. He listens to Castiel talk, focuses on the way he moves his hand and raises his eyebrows as he speaks. When he’s done, Dean just stares, like he does when Castiel isn’t looking- but now right at him.

Castiel does something Dean didn’t think he ever would- he blushes and looks away, biting his bottom lip.

“What?” Dean asks, smiling.

“Nothing.” Castiel shakes his head. “Just you- you looking at me. It confused me. As if… As if I said something special. ”

“But you did. What you said is…  I’ve never heard anyone say that, and you’re a teacher. Shouldn’t you be all about the rules? ‘Be strict, don’t be friends with your students but be their superior’, that sorta thing?”

Castiel seems embarrassed still, but he smiles.

“Let’s say I know the rules, yet like I said, some rules are wrong. And maybe I’m too young. I’m not the best teacher, I treat my students more as friends, which I shouldn’t. I think there’s a lot for me to learn.”

“I think you’re the best teacher we’ve ever had,” Dean says without hesitating. “I don’t try as hard for my other classes, I don’t care if other teachers get mad at me, I don’t… I don’t care what they think about me. They’re all just strangers to me. But you…” Dean swallows. “You’re different. I wanna finish my damn homework so you see I tried my best, and I care about what you think of me.”

It’s Castiel’s time to be out of words. The blush gets darker, his smile more difficult to hold back.
“That’s… a large compliment, Dean. And for the record, I think you’re a great person, not just a great student. I see you struggle, but you push through anyway. That takes a lot of strength.”

Dean scratches his neck, his answer got lost in his throat. Castiel doesn’t seem to mind and gets up and begins to pack his bag. It’s Dean’s sign to get up as well.

“Sir?” He tries. “Would you ever break a school rule, knowing it’d get you in danger of your job if it was something you felt was the right thing to do? If that would be the thing you’d do without the rules?” He asks. He makes it sound like it’s about himself, but he’s testing Castiel out.
“I would,” Castiel answers simply as he zips his bag close. “Between you and me, I don’t think about the school rules as much as I should.” He shrugs and looks at him. “I have a lot to learn.”

Dean’s heart skips a beat by the answer, and it seems to stop when Castiel’s hand rests on his shoulder. He guides him to the door.

“Dean,” Castiel asks before opening it. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen, why?”

Castiel’s hand is still on his shoulder.

“You’re very smart for your age.”

Dean doesn’t believe him, but his eyes are distracting him from that.

“You’re very nice for a teacher.”

Cas chuckles but quickly turns serious. He takes a deep breath. “The guy you were talking about- is it me?”

It isn’t the question Dean was expecting or wanted to be asked and it hits him. All comfort he’d felt slips away.

“Uh, I- yeah.” He mumbles, looking away. When Castiel doesn’t answer, Dean groans softly. “I’m sorry I messed up, I- I should go.” He never meant to tell him, and now he did it, he realizes why.

He reaches for the door, ready to leave, but a warm, strong hand holds him back.

“Dean.” Castiel’s eyes are so fiery Dean has to look. “You know how I feel about the rules.” He raises his eyebrows, still holding his wrist. “And… I’ve seen you look when you thought I didn’t notice. I’ve- looked myself as well, making sure you really didn’t notice. So… I’m- free all Saturday.”
Dean’s bag slides down his shoulder but he doesn’t hold it back. He’d dreamed a lot about a moment like this, but as it turns out, reality is always better.

“You- really?” He manages.

Castiel smiles almost teasing. “All Saturday, it’s rare, I know.”
Dean lets out a nervous laugh, opening his mouth to speak but not able to. “Do I see you Saturday?” Castiel asks as if it’s a question from their literature book.

“Yes,” Dean says quickly, he never knew an answer this fast before. “Yes, totally.”

What Sammy Needs

Title: What Sammy Needs

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: Fluffy romantic angst….that’s a thing right?

A/N: This just sorta came to me while I was drinking with @atc74 and as soon as I wrote it I queued it up, so sorry for any and all errors! Enjoy!!!

Sam Winchester…where do I even begin?

The two of us, we go way, way back. Like his mom used to hunt with my mom, way far back.

Of course, I never knew this until just now.

I’ll always remember the first time I really met him. I mean, we met as babies and got along, but that’s not hard to do.

Getting along as angsty teenagers that are forced into a car with their dads? Yeah…it didn’t go super well.

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Okay! So, we have a bit of a problem! Yeah… it’s come to my attention that some of my fave people are feeling a little down… unappreciated… uncared for… and we cannot let this stand! SO, I have some things to say. And… yes, this will probably be one long a** post but… please bear with me?

First things first. I’m still relatively new to this community. I don’t know everyone. I’m 10000% sure of that. Which means I will probably not get everyone… (I’m like 100000% sure I /haven’t/ gotten everyone!) And for that I am sorry… BUT, if you’d like to help me fix it you can! Please do! It’s super easy! Just send me one of the <3 + URL things, and I’ll do my best to add them to the list! Or, or, or! You could reblog this and add them yourself!!

Off we go!!

@smolsickficwriter : You are honestly the best! Like, whether you choose to write sickfic again or not I love you! I wouldn’t even be on Tumblr if not for you! I’m always here if you wanna chat! *hugs* <333 Plus Kel and Anslem are the first ocs I read about on here, and I love them so freaking much! There are a great many of your fics which I keep bumping to the top of my likes!

@cabbagespoon : Your writing is flipping gold! And I know I’ve already commented that on a fic but it’s true. Entirely true. Your fics are beyond fabulous, and I look forward to every single one!

@dontfeelsogood : Hey! We’ve been chatting lately, and I think you’re super, super cool! Your ocs make me kinda crazy as well? Like tbh, Nik and Edi are such sweethearts, and I love them so much! And that prompt you filled for me? It was so great! I honestly just want to wrap those boys up and cuddle them!

@its-a-goddamn-heartbreak : You literally encourage every. Single. Freaking. Blog. I don’t really know how you do it? You sent my first ever ask, and I know I took forever and a half to fill it (im sorry) but I will never forget that! Your ocs are also really, really awesome! I especially like Ruairi and Saoirse!

@anonyony1 : Right, so you’re just plain incredible! Like… the superwoman of sickfic! I sometimes wonder if you’re ever not writing? The stuff you put out is fantastic A+++ content, and I’m in love with every single one of your ocs! Also, I’m ridiculously excited for more Ozzy and Julien… as well as Joel and Max… and Ira and Eno… and Porter and Becca… and Liam and Vera… just… I think you get the point. All of them. They are all my faves.

@dont-look-so-good : You’re one of the first people I got up the courage to talk to, and I really couldn’t be more thankful? You’re one of the sweetest people I know! And I love you so much! I love reading your fics! Alistair and Julius are the actual cutest. Like, ever. And /Jasper/!! That boy is adorable! *legit gathering all the blankets to wrap him in rn*

@i-am-too-sick : Heey hun! You’re gorgeous, and your writing is gorgeous… just all the gorgeousness is on this blog. You’re also one of the first blogs I followed, and I love, love, love reading your fics! *sighs* You always manage to fill my Soleangelo cravings. And you do it so well! I love those two, but I don’t think I could ever write them and you just… basically blow my mind with how good you are at it??

@brites : SO, I’ve been sorta high-key stalking this blog… the fics are all superb, and there is. So. Much. Fic. Like, to the point where I’m dubious about my ability to read it all? And I read a Lot… But basically I love this blog so much, and everyone should check them out! *waves v nervously* You guys are all crazy good writers and I really admire you all!

@sickandvomiting : Okay, so Victor and Saoirse are really adorable! I love them so much! And also… Max and Oscar! I really, really like those two! You’re also another one of the blogs I followed when I first joined Tumblr, and I’m so glad we’ve had the chance to talk! Btw that garlic pan seared steak was so, so, SO good! Thank you for enlightening me and broadening my steak eating horizons!

@sickficlover : Eek! Hi! You were both my second note and the second person I followed on Tumblr!! I love your blog! You’re such a great writer, and I honestly admire your skill so much! I can’t wait for more fics!

@tomato-sickfics : Your ocs give me life! Pretty much everything about Bradley and Cade is my favourite! They’re so freaking adorable! And their interactions are the best! I’m always excited to read your fics, and I think you seem like a really cool person! I’d love to get to know you!

@feelingalittlesick : Overdose is so cool! I love it! How did you guys come up with that idea?! Junsu and Daehyun are perfect! The characters are all so well developed, and I kinda want to punch Changmin in the face… like… a lot? … All the time? … Forever and always? Eh, I think you get the idea:)

@nerdlycharming : Hiya! We haven’t talked in a while! I’d love to talk more if you’re up for it! You always reblog the best stuff though! Like I stalk your blog pretty much anytime I’m bored because I know you’ll have reblogged something great! I think I found a good 10% of the blogs I follow through your reblogs? And your art is fan/freaking/tastic! I wish I had even an ounce of your skill!

@itisasign : *squeals* Okay! So! I love your Voltron fanfics so much! You write them so well! And you seem like a really nice person, and I’d love to chat sometime!

@totallyexhausted : Here’s the deal. You are an incredible writer!! Your Yuri on Ice fics are SO FLIPPING GOOD! And your headcanons are the actual best! I want to write like every single one of them and I hardly even write fanfiction, and when I do I’m like maybe sorta really bad at it? Ugh! I love your writing! Keep it up!

@thesickficsideblog : You’re another of my fave Voltron blogs! I love all your writing and hope to see more of it in the future!! *hugs*

@emetoandotherthings : Est!! I hope you know that I love pretty much every single thing about every single one of your ocs!! … Except for Mattie… *shudders* that boy can stay away. Far, far away. It’s honestly not fair though! I’m like really high-key in love with Lyle and /why is he not real/?? Ugh. Life is /soOOoO/ unfair. But for real, I’m always looking forward to your next fic! Love you! (ps: yes! tummy sleepers!! <3)

@taylor-tut : Hey there! So I may have had a mini freak out when I saw that little notification that you had followed me… You’re like the best Lump Mother one could ever ask for, and I love you so much? I hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait to read more fics!

@emetofiend2dand3d : Both your art and your writing is fabulous! I love it all! And I’m crazy excited for the next part of the fic where Rei witnesses a car accident! That fic is gold, and I’m so, SO ready for more!

@tossing-cookies : Your YOI fics are super great! I honestly love them so much and have read and reread them more times than I can count… Like… I think I’ve bumped a few of them to the top of my likes at least 4 or 5 times!

@yoisickfics : Ah! I love your fics! Your ideas are so great, and I love reading your work! I’m really excited to read more in the future!!

@toosicktoocare : You’re one of my favourite blogs ever! Ki, you have such great content! And for all my fave fandoms? You write so much and so well and I really, really admire your skill! You’re actually the whole reason I got into BMC!!

@sneezehq : Okay, Domestic Bliss is the BEST!! I love it so freaking much!! I’ve rec’d it to multiple friends, and they all really liked it as well! So we fangirled over it for hours! And I still can’t pick a fave chapter since they’re all so good, but I think one of my fave lines is: ‘Maybe Yuri tried to summon a demon in his room again, and was successful this time?’ I can’t wait for more! And this goes for all of your writing as well!!

@mypoorfaves : So, this blog I stalked. I def stalked this blog… Because the fics are so good and I love them all so much, and you and Casper are the reason I started watching YOI. I just love all of your fics incredibly much!

@lickstynine : James, your ocs honestly feel /so real/! Like I told you this before, but it’s honestly so true. I feel like you’re writing fics about real people and not ocs! They are all so well developed, and it makes me so happy whenever I see that you’ve posted a new fic! Russ and Cody and the Di Roma boys are my faves! I love it when Lucas starts talking soothingly to his brothers in French! It’s just so cute! And I love them so much!!

@feelingsick : I’ve been following you for ages and for some reason I didn’t realise that I wasn’t following the OriginalSickfics… like I honestly don’t know how but anyways I love, love, love your writing! Angel… is an actual angel? I really, really hope you write more with him! Foster and Rory too! Those two are great! And your other ocs are all fabulous as well!

@fluffyllamas22 : Your Voltron fanfics are everything! They are so, so flipping good! I’m always ready for more fics from you! Like you write Shiro so well? And I really don’t know how? It’s sorta mindblowing? Also, Shiro can be your Space Husband so long as I can be your guy’s Space Daughter.

@hold-my-hair-back : Do I have enough words to express how much I love your writing? I don’t think so… But I can try!! I love your fics SOOO MUCH! Emmett and Aiden? Yeah, they are like THE OTP. They’re so lovely, and I just want to hug them and, and, and..! Basically if anyone doesn’t like them they can fight me. I will win. They are incredible. Nuff said.

@cubesickocs : I only found this blog recently, but already I have so many questions! Like, I wanna know everything about all your ocs!! Especially Elias and Vic and Blaine!! I love everything I’ve read about them so far!

@seasicklover : I am in love with your ocs Jax and Marcus! I love their relationship so much! I can’t wait for more fics with the two of them!!

@emetofeels : So, I’m kinda obsessed with Jay and Elliot? They’re such sweeties! I love 'em so much! When I found your blog, I binge read basically everything about them! I’m ridiculously excited for more!

@builder051 : Okay, another blog I just recently found! I LOVE your fics though, and I can’t wait for more! You write Bucky and Steve so well? I’ve been looking for more stuff for them, so I’m really glad I found you!!

Alright! There we go! Please let me know who I’ve missed! Or reblog and add them yourself! I’m sure there are tons of creators out there who should be on this list as well!

Shouldn't have ignored the red flags

So, first off, sorry this is long, needed to vent, tldr at the bottom!

Since my last temporary receptionist job went so well and it’s the field I want to stay in, I’ve been looking for other jobs like it.

Well, Lo and behold, another one came up at this hotel with breathtaking views :’) like, that’s what 99% of their good reviews are about. However, they had a few bad reviews about the service, some tired rooms n shit. Nbd, I thought, so I went for the interview.

Keep in mind that the advertisement said “part time receptionist. Two evenings a week” and nothing else, this will be important later.

Now, I’ve had a lot of job interviews in my short time on earth and have been super nervous an terrible at them, this time? Fucking. Nailed it! I was calm and talked normal and they were super nice 👍🏻 best interview I’ve ever done!

They asked if I had any prior commitments, etc. I said I would be away from Saturday to Tuesday, and it didn’t clash with Tuesday evening cause I would’ve been home in plenty of time, so they noted that. Important to the plot^

I asked if there would be any chance of full time hours for reception in the future, they said “not at the moment but we do have further work in our restaurant” making it sound like it was optional. Also important later.

Now, I didn’t have any other work lined up and I assumed that it would be just running the food out and not taking orders at the table (I can’t do proper waitress service due to hearing and understanding difficulty and anxiety).

So my dumbass just agreed to do a trial shift in the restaurant just to see how I would go, cause I didn’t wanna disappoint, so I went back later that evening at 6pm. Turns out it was full 4 star service.

I was terrified, and told the restaurant manager that I had no prior experience in a proper restaurant and I’ve only worked in cafes and done a bit of bar service. I also told them this at the interview.

Fortunately, they didn’t chuck me in at the deep end, just out the way sorting cutlery, clearing and wiping down tables and putting glasses through the glass washer since I was familiar with that. The bar man praised me for helping him out since he was running the bar by himself, so I felt useful.

But, I did kinda walk into the middle of a shit storm with some of the restaurant staff. Work place gossip, the atmosphere was very tense, I talked to a few of them who’d handed in their two weeks notice, saying how they’re treated like shit. One girl I got talking to also applied for the receptionist job but ended up in the restaurant, so I guess we both had the same idea. So…not the best way to get started…

Anyway, not as terrifying as I thought it would be, I didn’t screw up but I still didn’t want to do it again and wanted to stick to reception, quit while I’m ahead, so I would tell them that when I started tomorrow evening.

Tomorrow rolls around, I’m waiting for the woman who interviewed me to show up cause we agreed at the interview that SHE would train me, show me the booking system, etc. Also important. It’s all gonna come together in a sec, I promise!

She and her husband, who was also present at the interview, show up at the same time. So I brought it up straight away, how the restaurant wasn’t for me and I’d rather stick with reception. Suddenly, she says “Oh, you’re in the restaurant tonight.”
I said “What? But we agreed that I was gonna be on reception tonight, this is one of the evenings I was asked to do?”

“We can’t let you do reception until you’ve been shown, we’ll need our other receptionist to go through it with you.” She replied.
“At our interview you said you were going to go through it with me?” I said. Strike one.

“Well, we’ve already put you down on the roster for the restaurant.” She hands it over to me and I skim through it, I was also marked down for the days that I said I was away, she had also conveniently forgotten that as well. Strike two.

“But, I’m not even dressed for it??” I was in full receptionist get up; blouse, skirt and tights and high heels, the restaurant was a different uniform; black shirt, pants and comfortable shoes. I obviously did not have that stuff with me to change into.
She just said “nah, you’ll be fine like that”

Umm no, bitch I won’t. If you think I’m walking that restaurant from 6-11:30pm again. In heels, then you’ve got another thing coming. At this point, I thought I was in crazy town. Strike three.

“Well, we can’t let you do just reception, there wouldn’t be enough work for you.” So I brought up the advertisement; how working in the restaurant for extra hours seemed optional. Now, she’s saying it’s either both or nothing, take it or leave it sorta thing.

I just sat in that chair for 5 seconds, not knowing what to do. All I could think was “well, I’m sure as hell not going back in that restaurant tonight like this.” So I just got up, said “Thank you for the opportunity, but I don’t think this is for me” and walked out.

Tl;dr: applied at a hotel for “Part time receptionist job, two evenings a week” decided to do trial shift in the restaurant for a bit extra work, everything was agreed at the interview. Decided to stick with reception and tell them on my first evening at the desk. Suddenly, everything goes pear shaped and I walked.

anonymous asked:

(for the song prompts thing) "I'm not gay" by J Pee, voltron fandom and of course. Shance.

… I actually do not like this song bc it’s a little harmful, BUT, I took some inspiration from it a little bit. Hope this is ok. 

“What about this one, Keith?” Shiro asks, holding up a drill for inspection. Keith leans back to look at it before he rolls his eyes. Shiro laughs, putting the bright pink drill right where he found it. They’ve been looking at supplies in Home Depot for a while now and Keith is being really particular about it. Shiro is sure it’s because Keith is getting his own place for the first time.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to borrow mine?” Shiro asks, reaching out to pick up another drill, pressing the trigger to test it. He “aims” it at Keith.

“Because I also need my own drill and I can’t keep yours? It’s not like I want to borrow it all the time.” Keith says, not looking up. He’s been going back and forth between red and black, though Shiro is almost positive he’ll go for the red. Call it big brother’s intuition.

“Blam, blam, blam!” Shiro presses the drill trigger with each word, ending up on one knee as he keeps it pointed at Keith.

Keith squints at him angrily, as he does.

“No way,” a voice interjects, and Shiro stands quickly, slightly embarrassed. He turns, blinking at the sudden appearance of… a really, very pretty guy. Huh. That’s a new one for Shiro. “It’s more like ‘pow, pow, pow’!”

“What?” Keith asks, clearly offended.

“You know, laser guns,” the guy says, wiggling his brows as he shoots them finger guns. Shiro laughs softly, much to Keith’s displeasure.

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Nothing Wrong With Crying

Characters: Y/N(reader), Dean, Sam, Dick Roman(mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request/Summary: “Another request (surprise surprise). Dean x reader where the reader watches some chick flick, crying sorta movie and
dean ends up catching some feelings too. He’ll never live it down” - @juicifeur

Warnings: smut(very, and I mean very brief, like not descriptive at all), chick flick moments, explicit language, season 7 spoiler(kinda, not really)

Word Count: 1050(short, I know)

A/N: Like I said, love me some emotional!Dean-o. I wasn’t really a fan of “The Last Song”, but it is one of the few ‘chick flicks’ that I’ve actually watched so…

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

The last couple of days had been pretty slow. There were no monsters going rogue and no monsters meant no hunts, so you were spending yet another lazy day in the bunker.

You and Dean made the most of your little 'vacantion’ by spending almost all of your free time together(mostly in bed). And you really couldn’t complain, because you were loving every second of it.

“Morning babe.” - you said while dropping the bacon into the pan as Dean walked into the kitchen. You could tell he had just woken up, judging by his puffy eyes and messy sex hair. You smiled at his appearance as he approached you, standing behind you and wrapping his strong hands around your waist, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Good morning, beautiful.” - he let out and tightened his grip on your waist a little, but not enough to actually hurt you - “I knew I smelled bacon.” - you could practically hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. His voice sounded incredibly sexy in the morning. Well, his voice was always sexy, but there was something about it this early. There was this certain gruffness to it.

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Well, This Is Awkward *Requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Like 99% smut

Words: 1,200

Could you write a fic where you are Ricks daughter, and when you get to alexandia you finally confess to Daryl, Him and the reader get together and Rick walks in on them having sex?? I wanna see how you would write Rick reacting to it. ❤❤❤

You promised yourself that you would tell Daryl how you really felt about him. However, it’s been months since you made that promise. It scared you to death that if you told him, it would ruin the amazing friendship that had formed. Daryl told you everything and you told him everything. You didn’t know if you could risk losing him like that.

Settling in a place like Alexandria, you thought nonstop about telling him the truth. For once in a very long time there was nothing terribly serious to worry about and you had another shot at a real life (considering the circumstances). “Here goes nothing.” You told yourself, walking over to Daryl.

“Uh, I was.. uh wondering if you would like to come over for dinner tonight?” You asked Daryl. “Why? Yer Dad need to talk about somethin’?” He asked, noticing your strange behavior. “No.. no it’ll just be us. Kinda like old times.” You said smiling a bit, referring to when you were alone with him after the prison fell. “We haven’t talked in a while so I thought it would be nice.” You added. He just shrugged and nodded.


You sat across from Daryl at the kitchen table, neither of you have said a word in the past twenty minutes. You pushed a piece of broccoli around your plate with a fork, uninterested in eating, which was completely unlike you. You were a nervous wreck. “Where’s Rick and Carl?” Daryl asked and your eyes snapped up to him. “Oh, um, Dad’s with Michonne doing some sort of meeting, preparing for their new ‘jobs’. And Carl is at Ron’s, playing video games.” You told him, he chewed on his bottom lip and nodded.

You were too busy trying to come up with something to say to notice that Daryl hadn’t taken his eyes off of your lips. “I should get goin’.” He said, blinking his eyes a few times. He slid his chair back and stood up, heading for the door. “Wait!” You exclaimed and cringed at how loud that came out. Daryl turned around and gave you a questioning look. “There’s something I need to tell you.” You said, now standing in front of him. You took in a sharp shaky breath. “I love you.. So much.. Probably more than anyone could ever love another person.” you said, spilling your heart out to him.

“Daryl, please say something.” you begged him. Every second that he didn’t speak was like a dagger to your heart.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.” You said, taking another leap of faith. You slowly brought your lips to his, giving him a soft kiss, the contact alone sent chills throughout your body. You didn’t feel him resist at all so you took it as an opportunity to keep going. Daryl started to kiss back and you smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue slowly slid into your mouth and you moaned tightening your grip on him. “I need you.” you whispered into his ear and that seemed to flip a switch. You felt your feet leave the floor as Daryl lifted you up and carried you towards your bedroom. You were laughing the whole time, kissing and sucking on Daryls neck.

He carelessly tossed you on the bed and climbed on top of you, trailing kisses from your chest all the way up to your lips. Daryl took off your shirt and he was about to take off his own, but you stopped him. “I wanna do this part.” you told him as you slowly started to unbutton his shirt. You slid the fabric across his shoulders and ran your hands over his chest. He unclasped your bra and leaned himself against you, capturing your lips once more in a heated kiss. His hands slid down to unbutton your jeans with a skilled hand and he cupped you between the your legs, feeling how wet you were for him. Daryl got up and pulled your jeans down along with your panties. A feeling of possessiveness surged through him, seeing you lying in front of him completely naked. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans.

You bit your lip when he slid his boxers of and kicked them to the side. You grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of you. He took the blanket and covered the both of you with it, noticing you were a little cold. “Please.. Daryl..” you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grabbed ahold of himself and slid his cock up and down your folds. “Fuck..” He groaned as he entered you and your hands tugged at his hair. Daryl moved in and out of you slowly, making sure you felt all of him and you began to thrust your hips up to match his rhythm.

“(Y/N), I need your help with something.” Rick said as he swung your bedroom door open, not bothering to knock. “Ahh!” You screamed and wrenched the blankets higher to cover yourself. Ricks eyes widened and stormed out of your room with a furious look on his face. You looked at Daryl with your mouth hanging open and quickly untangled yourself from him. You hurriedly pulled your pants and shirt back on and Daryl did the same.


“Get out. Now.” Rick told Daryl sternly, as soon as the both of you entered the kitchen. “Liste-.” Daryl began. “I said now!” Rick shouted and you flinched. Daryl gave you a worried look as if to ask “are you gonna be ok?” and you nodded. You watched as Daryl left and shut the door behind him. “What the hell were you thinking?!” Rick yelled at you. “Dad stop it! I’m not a child anymore!” You yelled back at him. “When are you going to start treating me like an adult?” You asked. “Maybe when you start acting like one.” he answered sharply.

“It’s Daryl.. You know him. His character. He’s one of the very few people you actually trust.” You told him. You knew you had him there, Daryl was your Fathers right hand man. “I love him..” you said and Ricks expression softened.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked after a few moments. “I felt this way about him since forever, but it sorta just happened today.” you said awkwardly looking at the floor. This was the most uncomfortable situation you’ve ever been in. Rick let out a defeated sigh and ran his hand across his face. “Ok. You win.” he told you shaking his head and you looked up at him surprised. “Really? That’s a first.” you said smirking at him. “Thanks Dad.” You said giving him a hug. “Go and get him, before I change my mind.” he said and you let out a laugh.

“You really do need a lesson on boundaries 101.” You told your Father before you walked out the front door.

HI GUYS! Hope you liked this! It was a lot of fun writing Ricks part lol.

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naruko88558855  asked:

I have been thinking of this ask for some time now, I found out a week ago that I have a small heart murmur and I started wondering what the paladins +Coran would think. Like say there s/o worked to hard and had to sit down to calm down and the others didn't understand what was happening and there s/o had to explain what was happening to them? Just curious! ^-^

Now, I don’t wanna bore you all TOO much with my life story, but I, in fact, had a heart murmur as well. It’s long since been fixed (since it was life-threatening), but I still carry the fatigue of a weak heart, so I know this all too well. 

I’m excited to write this request. I hope you take care of yourself, my dear!

– Ryan


• He’d bust your chops a bit at the start, calling you lazy or something, just really playful banter
• But the more you do it, and the more strained you look, he stops
• He’s worried about your health, especially being so far away from Earth medicine, and Earth doctors that know more about this Earth medical stuff than he does
• He’s concerned, that’s for sure
• But when you begin to explain what a heart murmur is, he gets really concerned
• “Wait, there’s a hole in your heart??”
• “Not literally, jackass. A heart murmur is a condition of the heart where the valve isn’t functioning properly, and the blood–”
• “That’s enough outta you, Pidge–”
• “Guys, I’m fine.”
• After this incident, Lance keeps an eye on you, but mostly uses it as an excuse to show off in front of you
• Like “excuse me miss, that box looks heavy, let me take care of it”
• And expecting you to be all like “Oh, Lance, you’re so strong and capable, and I’m so lucky to have you as a boyfriend”
• But it’s more accurately like “Oh fuck this is heavy” and he’s sorta half-dragging the box while pretending he’s got everything under control
• You still give him a kiss for effort


• He’s very observant, so he’s probably the first to notice your fatigue, and he directs you to sit down
• You insist that you can help just a little bit more, but you can feel the pounding in your chest so hard that the veins in your head are beginning to throb
• He makes you sit down, and he asks you then what’s up
• You’re backed into a corner, and you have no choice but to tell him
• Besides, something like a heart murmur in a career such as this was a bit difficult to hide
• So you explain yourself, and Keith begins to relax from understanding
• But the relief is far from gone
• He’s a bit peeved you didn’t tell him sooner, and that he’s put you under a lot of stress, but he takes it well in the end
• He’ll just admit that he should have seen the signs sooner, and tell you to rest
• He’ll stay beside you until you’ve calmed down enough, then he’ll easily carry the heavier burdens for you
• But from then on, he’s ultra aware of you and is not afraid to call you out when you’re going too far
• Has zero tolerance for your attempts at pushing yourself
• He’s just really protective of you and doesn’t want to see you suffer in any way, shape, or form


• He’s by your side in an instant, asking you what’s wrong, or if something hurts
• It may be a bit overkill, but you’re comforted by his presence and his compassion
• “I’ll be fine Hunk, I just gotta lower my blood pressure a bit.”
• Hearing that statement alone was just cause for worry
• He has you elaborate a bit on what you mean, and you tell him about your heart murmur
• I feel like Hunk had some medical background, so I’m sure he knew what it meant, but just didn’t understand it
• Not until he saw what it did to you
• He treats it like an injury more than an impediment, and that’s what you love the most about him
• He doesn’t tell you to stay out of the way or to let him take care of it
• He tells you that “you should take only what you can handle, and take breaks as frequently as you need them”
• Is by far the most understanding boyfriend
• Makes sure to give you plenty of water and give you the most protein-packed meal he can
• He takes care of you without babying you and by god if that’s not the best feeling in the world then idk what is


• Pidge probably already knows what it is
• By looking at your stress, she knows that you’re uncomfortable
• She’ll have you down in a chair, no ifs, ands, or buts, and she’ll have you explaining to her what it is that’s hurting you
• She thinks you’re sick at first since you’re sweating so much and your breathing is labored
• But as you explain your condition, she pieces it together a bit more
• She comes up with ways to work around your heart murmur
• Coming up with ways to strengthen yourself without hurting you
• Though sometimes she’ll tell you the best medicine is rest
• She might not be able to take care of heavy objects for you or help you in an athletic manner, but she will help you to feel more confident in your abilities to do things


• He’s a bit easy to read, like a book
• You can tell that he’s noticed your frequent breaks and your quick loss of breath
• The next time you sit to take a break, Shiro approaches you, not wanting to make a big deal of it
• He asks if you hurt yourself, or if you feel ill, and you gently assure him that everything is alright
• You tell him of your heart condition, and he nods, taking in everything you say
• He’ll be very protective over you, and he’ll want to keep his eye on you as you work out, or take on any strenuous activity, reminding you to drink water and take a break here and there
• He won’t look at it like a handicap, nor will he treat you differently
• He still sees the same strong, independent individual he’d fallen in love with at the start of this journey
• He’ll be by your side a lot more, offering you help, but never forcing it on you
• He wants you to feel capable, but he also wants to keep you safe


• I feel like he would be sensitive to this kinda thing from the beginning, as an Altean
• Like maybe when he was running a health diagnostic on you, he’d picked up the irregularity of your heartbeat
• But he never brought it up because he didn’t know if that was a trait that some humans had
• In his defense, he thought everyone already knew about it, so even more reason he didn’t bring it up
• But as he sees you struggling to keep up, he’ll definitely step in
• He’ll ask about it then, your irregular heartbeat, and even you’re shocked like ‘how did you know’
• From there he’s probably a bit more strict about what should do
• Not, like, telling you what to do, but giving you alternative ways to helping the Paladins and around the castle
• Instead of more physical tasks, he’ll have you doing things like intel, mechanical maintenance, or act as a diplomatic ambassador
• He doesn’t want to chain you down, so if you choose to continue to fight, he’ll let you, but knowing that you might fall in battle makes him worry
• He’ll express his concern, but he’ll respect your decision
• In confidence, he’d probably go to Shiro and ask him to keep an eye on you for him

I’m not jealous… really- Bucky Barnes X Reader

This was a request!

Prompt: A lovely anon requested an imagine in which Bucky is in love with the reader but won’t confess, so Pietro flirts with the reader trying to make Bucky jealous and it works out. And Bucky confronts Pietro in front of the reader and a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 1948

A/N I hope you like this! Please don’t be afraid to send in more requests, I love doing them!

He was in way too deep, he had fallen head over heels for you and there was no going back at this point. Bucky had gotten to know you over the course of your time in the tower as a friend of Natasha’s, and maybe he’d gotten to know you a little too well, because now he was irrevocably, inexplicably, irreversibly, in love with you. And of course he would never tell anyone that, except for Steve, and Natasha… but he would never tell anyone else.

Bucky watched you as you scurried around in the kitchen, making breakfast for yourself, trying not to get caught up in the bustling chaos of the kitchen in the morning. Bucky watched you, like he did almost every morning, his head in his hands, his heart on his sleeve.

“You’ve got to tell her,” Steve whispered, nudging Bucky to try and get him to look away.

“I know. Or I could not, and avoid the humiliation and depression when she turns me down, yeah, that sounds like a better idea,” Bucky mused, shoving cereal into his mouth, accepting his defeat. Steve frowned, shrugged, and left, giving up trying to persuade his friend.

“So you like [Y/n] then,” someone asked from Bucky’s left side, just over his shoulder.

“What?! Definitely not, no way, never in a million years, what would give you that idea…” Bucky trailed off, his lying getting worse and worse as the sentence went on.

“Ok, so you won’t mind if I make a move then, ya know, try to get out of the friendzone?” The voice asked, trying to get under his skin. Bucky finally whipped around, coming face to face with Pietro. He was smiling, his signature lopsided grin only infuriated Bucky more. He was already jealous enough of your friendship with Pietro, he didn’t need you two in a relationship.

“No, not at all,” Bucky muttered through gritted teeth.

“Ok then, good to know,” Pietro sing-songed, skipping off out of the kitchen. Bucky sat back in the chair, hoping he didn’t just lose you the that scamming speedster.

“Hey Buck, how’s a going?” you greeted as you sat down with a big plate of waffles and fruit.

“Wha- oh hey [y/n]! I’m doing… just fine,” Bucky lied, his heart galloping against his ribs as your legs brushed his under the table, oh the things you do to him.

“Wanna bite?” you asked, offering him a fork, a chunk of waffle and fruit poked on the end.

“No, you go ahead, I already ate,” he refused, smiling down at you as you ate your breakfast.

“So Pietro asked me if I want to join him for a movie in the living room later, wanna come,” You asked. Bucky stiffened, his nerves turning to anger as you invited him on this sorta-date thing that Piero had asked you on.

“Definitely not,” Bucky seethed, getting up, his chair skittering back with a screech.

“I have to go now, and do… things,” Bucky lied as he dashed from the kitchen, the wide, wondering eyes of the whole team following him out.

“That was weird,” you muttered through bites of waffle to Natasha.

“Yeah, super,” she agreed.

Bucky had been acting weird for some time now, and Nat and Steve seemed to be in on something you were missing. You secretly hoped that it was something to do with you, for the past few months you had been convinced that he liked you, and you wanted nothing more than for him to admit it. Those stolen looks and jumbled, lost words every time he tried to talk to you were the telltale signs of a crush. But what if you were wrong, maybe you were just being self absorbed, and overthinking every interaction, that would just be embarrassing.

You got up, walking down the hall to your room, you weren’t supposed to meet Pietro for another two hours in the living room. He had asked you to watch a movie with him in the lounge a little later, which was not out of the ordinary, he was quite the casanova of the tower. He was constantly offering you, Nat, and any other girl that came around, lopsided smiles and flattering words, his charm was undeniable. But personally, he wasn’t your type, you two were just friends, and good ones at that, and today you had agreed to catch a movie with him, like you sometimes did. What’s the worse that could happen

You sat on the couch next to Pietro while he flipped through netflix, looking for a movie.

“If you ask a girl to see a movie, the least you could do is have one already picked out,” you teased, grabbing a blanket off the arm of the couch.

“Fine, we’ll watch this,” he decided, picking out a generic rom-com. You nestled into the couch as the opening credits rolled, Pietro draped his arm lazily over the couch, his fingers ghosting over your shoulder.

“Hey, hands off buddy,” you smirked, glancing up at him. “Don’t you dare try to make a move,” you teased. Pietro just offered you a smile, pulling you closer to him, you sighed, giving up trying to push him away, you know he didn’t mean any of this.

Bucky loomed around the corner of the living room, watching the two of you on the couch. The sun was beginning to set, the golden glow spilling in through the big windows. The watercolor sky painted your face in hues of red and purple. You looked so peaceful, so happy, he almost felt bad he was about to ruin the moment. He walked around the corner so you could see him.

“Hey Buck, wanna join us?” you offered, patting the spot next to you on the couch.

“Sure,” he muttered, choosing the recliner farthest away from you instead. He was being weird, it was times like this when you doubted your theory about his crush on you. You turned your attention back to the movie. Pietro sent Bucky a sly smirk, draping his arm over your shoulders, playing with the ends of your hair, you leaned into him. Bucky quietly seethed in the corner, his eyes sharp and his teeth gritted tightly. You laughed as Pietro tickled your side, your faces close as a giggle bubbled past your lips, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the sound. His heart fluttered as your eyes lingered on his face after Pietro was done tickling you. His smile eventually turned into a frown as you snuggled closer to Pietro, you head on his shoulder, his arm around you, your fingers laced together. Jealousy bubbled hot and angry in Bucky’s stomach, his insides twisting with the thought of Pietro’s hands on you. His left hand dug into the arm of the chair, the metal whirring and squeaking as he gripped harder. He couldn’t take it anymore, he stood up out of the chair, the wooden legs scraping along the floor as the chair flew back.

“Alright, that’s it, hands off her, right now,” Bucky gritted, his hands in tight fists at his sides.

“What, why?” Pietro asked in mock bewilderment.

“You know exactly why,” Bucky continued.

“I’m sorry you were too afraid to make a move on her, I’m sorry you don’t have the guts to tell her how you feel, I’m sorry you’re a coward,” Pietro teased, trying to get him to admit it, because Pietro knows how much you both want this. Bucky still stood there, trying to get a grip on himself, trying to decide whether or not he was going to admit to this.

“Wha- I was trying to- I was getting there, I just needed more time,” Bucky stammered, his anger and anxiety clogging his throat with the words he wanted to say.

“Looks like I just got to the finish line first,” Pietro drawled, giving Bucky one last look, giving him one more chance to confess before he was going to take it to the next level. Bucky just kept stuttering. Pietro took a deep breath and leaned in, his lips connected to yours, your eyes shot open in surprise, his arm draped over your back, his other hand coming up to your face. You were frozen in shock, not able to do anything as he kissed you. Suddenly his lips were ripped from yours roughly. Bucky had him by the collar, pushed up against the wall, he was yelling profanities and threatening to kill Pietro. His voice was but a whisper, his tone sharp enough to kill. You had to intervene before Bucky did really kill him.

“Hey, hey, whoa, hey,” you yelled, grabbing Bucky by the shoulders, standing on your tiptoes so you could reach them, your turned him around so he was facing you. His shoulders heaved under your hands, his breathing uneven and heavy.

“Bucky you need to calm down, hey, look at me, LOOK AT ME,” you commanded, trying to get him out of his rage. He looked at you, his eyes piercing right through you. After another few minutes his shoulders stopped heaving and his breathing returned to normal. You stepped back, your hands falling off his shoulders, your fingers trailing down over his chest, his heart galloping under your fingertips.

“Would one of you mind telling me what’s going on here?” You demanded, looking between the two men standing on either side of you, swapping sharp looks and passive grunts.

“I was just trying to get you there man,” Pietro confessed, holding his hands up in surrender. You continued to look back and forth, wanting more answers than that. Bucky sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You might as well just tell her,” Pietro offered.

“I’m getting there,” Bucky spit back.

“Look [Y/n], I guess what I’ve been trying to say, for a while now actually, is that I love you… a lot,” he confessed.

“And I understand if you don’t feel the same or whatever, but I don’t want to ruin what friendship we have so if you don’t feel the same just forget I said anything,” he concluded, a sigh of relief escaping from him. You stood there in shock, no words coming, you didn’t know what to say. Another tense second of silence hung in the air.

“Well say something!” Bucky stammered, begging to know how you feel.

“Yes…” You confirmed.

“Yes what?” Bucky pushed.

“Yes I feel the same way. Yes, I do, Bucky Barnes I think I like you very much,” you decided, smiling from ear to ear, the unexplainable feeling of new love tingling in your stomach.

“I’m glad you feel the same way,” Bucky whispered, coming closer to you, his lips tugged up in a smile.

“Oh just kiss me already,” You begged as he enveloped you in his arms. He smiled down at you.

“Sure thing, doll,” he breathed, connecting your lips together. You deepened the kiss, melting into him. You heard a gagging noise from behind you, you turned around to see Pietro pretending to throw up.

“Oh stop it, you only helped this,” you teased, sticking your tongue at him. He just smiled and left, leaving you two alone in the living room.

“What do you say we finish this movie?” Bucky asked, plopping down on the couch.

“Sure,” You agreed, settling down next to him, snuggling into his side, feeling safe and warm tucked into his side. There was no feeling to describe how happy Bucky was that he could finally call you his, he kissed the top of your head, beyond ready to begin this new time in his life with you by his side




“Not Like This” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 5590 (oops) 

Warnings: Slight swearing, fluff, awkwardness (hehe)

Plot: Peter has had a crush on Liz Allen for months now, but hasn’t made a move. Being Peter’s best friend, you decide to help him and invite Liz over to the apartment to a small “party”. Liz unexpectedly agrees and now the task at hand was creating a memorable night. What could possibly go wrong at a party and a friendly game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven”?

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this isn’t a request and it’s sooo freakin long. But, hey! Dis is ma first fic of 2017! Wooo! Hope yall enjoy it :)

*The beginning dialogue in italics is from the Spider-Man Homecoming trailer*

Based off of New Girl, Season 2 Episode 15: “Cooler”

Cooler: Someone who is considered to be a “cool force” when another person is trying to pick up on a somebody (basically, a person who somehow finds a way to make someone else look less cool without realizing it)


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Lonely For The Night

Tonight Tyler goes to Josh, but where does that leave Jenna and Josh’s girlfriend YN?
Pairings: Joshler mentions and small moments, even smaller moments of Josh Dun × Fem!Reader, and Jenna Joseph x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none really, slight daddy kink mention, lots of girlxgirl action
Word Count: 2k

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anonymous asked:

47 tree bros, pretty please?

“So how did it go with Dr. Sherman?” Evan smiled weakly from the driver side of his car. Connor looked over his…whatever Evan turned out to be and curled his lip back in a growl. “So…not good?” if his smile could break out into a sweat, it would have right now. 

“We don’t ‘talk’ about what happens in sessions, Evan.” Connor grunted and angrily slammed his seat belt into the slot before singing back into the seat with is arms crossed. “But you really want to know it was a whole lot of fucking nothing.” 

“Y-You know they say it sucks but it gets better after a while.” 

“Whatever…” Connor didn’t want a while. He wanted progress now. Instead all he was getting was angry revelations that yes, something was wrong with him. He knew that already, why did he have to ‘understand’ it? Why did he have to sit through an hour of some man with whatever degree he posted on his wall telling him about his ‘steps’ he should take. Wasn’t meds enough? Couldn’t he just pop pills and pretend to be normal? 

Evan looked at Connor as glared down the dashboard of his car. He had been there…in a less externally angry and more internally. These things didn’t just…go away after a few sessions. They didn’t go away after a year. Evan knew that just didn’t go away, they just got easier to face everyday. Distractions were the best… “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He spoke softly as he turned the key to his car. 

“Excuse me?!” Connor’s hair nearly stood on end like a feral cat at his declaration. Anger turned into blushing annoyance as Evan slowly pulled out of the parking lot of the clinic. “W-Why the fuck would you say that, I’m clearly not being ‘cute’“ 

“Oh I know its hardly the time to point it out but you’re cute when you’re angry…and when you’re smiling…you’re just…cute.” His eyes danced with soft delight watching Connor’s fury detour to something softer. 

Connor looked away from Evan’s dopey smile and stared at the side view mirror with a sigh. His mind clear or rather clearer now that Evan did that thing he did. He knew how to wave fresh air over his clouded mind. “He says I should list down my stressers and bring them in so we can practice relaxation training…” 

“Oh…I mean I guess its good so you know what to avoid.” 

“I dunno. I don’t think I can avoid the entire population of earth.” 

Ouch that stung a bit. Evan laughed it off knowing that Connor didn’t …really mean it but that didn’t mean Evan’s own feelings didn’t feel panicked now. Was he just a stresser in Connor’s life. “Well…” Connor scratched his cheek a little then slowly laid his hand out, palm up by Evan’s lap. “Minus a few people.” 


“I was talking about Alana.” 

“…seriously?” Evan pouted a bit, “I’m more stressful than Alana?” 

“Alana is surprisingly understanding.” 

“And I’m not!?” Evan’s face was only sinking more and more the longer Connor kept up the tease…if it was a tease. It was hard to tell, Connor had really one expression for most things. 

“I’m kidding, Evan.” Connor laughed, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.” 

“Boy—Boyfriend?!” Evan’s hands gripped the wheel as he nearly swerved out of his lane, his arms shaking from Connor’s teasing declaration. “Holyshitshitshitshit” He slammed on the brakes and slowly stopped himself from crashing his car out of pure flustered feelings. 

“…I am …” Connor exhaled slowly having a hand on the dashboard and another on the window, steadying himself until the car stopped completely. “never calling you that, ever again. You almost killed me!” 

“Heh…might wanna reconsider…those stressers then right?” 

Connor rolled his eyes and slowly sat normally, “Just drive, Evan.”