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Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.

“What?”

“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”

“Evan.”

“Ya?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“100%?”

“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

anonymous asked:

Ive probably already asked this idk but Josh had a lip piercing at on point and i would love a drabble of him eating a girl out while having the lip piercing in 😍

you have asked this before and i was saving the ask to do but i totally forgot about it so i’ll knock that out for you right now.


Josh didn’t always wear his lip ring, which disappointed you greatly. Often times, when you guys were beginning to get intimate, he would pause to take it out, much to your dismay. You loved making out with him while he had it in, the cold metal against your lips and tongue drove you crazy; all it made you think about was how it would feel on other parts of your body.

You’re laying on the couch, Josh on top of you, kissing you gently; his hands are all over you, stroking along your hips and your breasts. The kiss begins to heat up quickly, tongues and teeth becoming involved, and that’s when it happens. Josh sits back for a moment, starting to remove his lip ring, so you immediately stop him.

“Why don’t you leave it in?” you ask. He stares at you for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders.

“My ex didn’t like how it felt,” he explains. “She always asked me to take it out, so I guess it’s a force of habit.” You keep your eyes on his face for a moment, hoping he would understand what you were getting at; finally, he cracks a smile, showing off his  perfect teeth. “You want me to go down on you…so you can see how it feels, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head.

Josh grins wider, kneeling between your thighs and helping you remove your shorts and panties. As soon as the clothing is on the floor, Josh is settling lower between your thighs, beginning to stroke his fingers along your folds.

When you feel his breath on your skin, you look down at him, watching the focused look on his face when he dips his head closer to you, dragging his tongue across your clit. He starts to suck on your clit sloppily to make certain you feel the metal of his piercing.

You moan softly, spreading your legs wider and grasping a handful of his hair, desperate to get  him closer so you can feel more. Josh drags his mouth down, trailing his tongue around your entrance; he plants open mouth kisses to your folds, mouth working unlike he ever had done before. The feeling of the cold metal teasing your hot, slick skin makes your head reel.

Josh begins to suck on your clit again, puckering his lips to make sure you can still feel his piercing. When his fingers slip into your entrance, you gasp, arching up from the sofa; his movements become quick and desperate, trying to get you to reach your climax faster than you expected.

He continues to work you, hard, fast, sloppy, until you feel your orgasm approaching. Josh moans against your core when you finally reach your high, bucking against his face to get as much friction as possible. He pulls back, looking down at you with a grin while he licks the taste of you off of his lips, teasing his lip ring just to keep you riled up.

“How was that?” he asks.

“Maybe you should get your tongue pierced too,” you suggest. “Double the pleasure.”

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WELL that took longer than expected to finish. Or rather…an unexpectedly long time? Eh? EEEHHH?!?!??!? Seriously though, thanks for being so patient everybody <3 This was supposed to be chapters 3 and 4 together, but in the interest of getting something out asap I decided to split them up. Next part’s coming real soon. In fact a lot is coming real soon because I’m almost up to 4k subscribers LIKE WTF EVEN. Not sure what I’m going to do for that, apart from try to get things out faster. I don’t even deserve you people thank you so much.

Once again thanks to @kazefiend for letting me read her story, and thanks to @anorha-nono for the lovely cover art. This is the first series I’ve decided not to include the part number in the cover or video, and since I decided to renumber them on the fly that actually worked out really well. Here is the link to the original fic for yours to enjoy reading, and links to download the chapter as an MP3 or listen on SoundCloud are in the video description.

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I still have the birthday card you gave me that says, “Happy birthday, I hate you. Hate, Sam.”

She’s Worth It - Hayes Grier

His hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my neck. Somehow my ability to breathe had left me, the only air I knew was his. With every touch of our lips we got closer, though are bodies had been touching from the start. I felt an unquenchable fire every time he shifted. Soon enoguh, he was on top of me instead of sitting next to me, moving down my neck. The movie was only static in the background. He pulled away and it felt as if I was drenched in rain, all heat from him gone and functioning lungs back.

“Be my girlfriend,” he said, breathlessly.

“You wish,” I quickly replied, just as I did every other time.

“Why not?” he asked, returning himself to siting position and leaning back on the couch. It was like a scene from a movie, played over and over again.

“The same thing I say every time you ask.” I retort.

“You mean ‘I just don’t do relationships’?” He mocks my voice, “That’s not an excuse.”

“Never said it was, it’s just the way I am.”

He turns to me and grabs my hand, “You know, this is really starting to feel personal now. Y/N, I really like you. Like, a lot. And I know you like me too. We’ve been at this for months now. What’s the real reason?”

I ignore him and watch the movie. I can feel his eyes on me but I choose to ignore it. He pulls me closer until I’m practically on his lap and softly kisses the back of my neck.

“Y/N, I feel more for you than I ever have for anyone else. I’m gonna ask you one more time, and that’s it, I’ll just leave it be. Will you be my girlfriend?”

I don’t want to lose him. He’s the best thing in my life right now. I haven’t seen my father in months and my mother seems to think I’m the reason for their split and I only have 2 friends who I question whether or not they actually like me half the time. But Hayes. He’s always there for me when I’m down, and he’s never let anyone say a word about me, and he stayed even though I rejected him who knows how many times. And there’s no part of me that even questions it. I keep saying no because I’m scared I’ll lose him. Just like mom lost dad, and like I lost every other human in my life because I don’t know how to make a fucking friend.

I watched his eyes dim as he moved me back over to my seat. “It’s okay,” he says. “You don’t have to like me like that.”

“I don’t know how,” I blurt out. “And I don’t want to lose you,” he looks over at me quietly, waiting for me to finish. “Every time you say that— ask me that, I feel like the happiest girl in the world. Because it’s you, because I want nothing more,” my eyes start to burn, “And then I see us, down the road. And it’s my parents reincarnated. And we’re yelling and crying and everything fucking sucks because we fell apart.”

“Y/N, we’re not them,” he says.

“Maybe you’re not but I am,” my voice cracks as a tear gathers at the corner of my eye. “I’m them. I don’t have anything or anyone better to go off of. I’m problematic and flaky just like my father was and I’m uptight and selfish just like my mother.” He brings me closer and wipes the tears from my cheeks.

He starts to speak but I interrupt him.

“And you deserve better than that, better than me. I mean for fuck’s sake you stayed with me all this time even though I pushed you away every time you got close. You listened to me every night for weeks when I realized my father wasn’t coming back. You stayed through everything and you deserve someone just as good as you.”

He holds me to him tightly and I wipe my tears on his shirt. “Y/N, I stay with you because of who you are. Someone who’s not flaky or uptight or selfish or anything else like that. I stay with you because you deserve it. Your parents raised you to think that you weren’t enough but you’re so much more than I could ever want. I’ve watched you move mountains to become the strongest girl I know. And all I ever hear people say about you is ‘she’s pretty’. But you’re so much more. You’re intelligent and unbreakable and willing to go through hell just to get to love on the other side. If anything I don’t deserve you and that just makes me want you more.”

“I wish all that was true. Even if it was, I still don’t know how to be what you want me to be.”

“Everything I said is true and don’t you dare deny it. And besides, we’re 16. You don’t have to know how to do anything. Just be with me. Let me show you off. Even if there was someone better, which there isn’t, and I somehow deserved them, which I don’t, I want you and only you.”

If anything, the boy deserves what he wants. I kiss him hard, gripping his face between my hands.

“Let’s try this one more time. Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I’d love to.”

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Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Ya girl is back, finally. Between moving, and this ACT class, and volleyball starting back up and everything else, it’s been awhile since I wrote something. And I missed it, forgot how much fun it is. I’ve been writing a few things of my own, just in a journal, and it really helped me, but I miss this interaction with you guys. So here I am. SO so sorry to the requester, you probably wanted this back in like November, thanks for being patient and I hope you like it! I think I have one or two more imagines to put out and then I’ll be putting up the next part to Send My Love, which was highly requested. Also during my little hiatus I hit 1k followers! Thank you guys so much, this blog wouldn’t be what it is without you guys and I find it crazy that there’s that many of you. See y’all soon!

Peace,
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anonymous asked:

Aftercare with the boys after some love making? 😏

I’m not gonna lie, but I was so excited to right this and now that I’ve got round to it I kinda forgot where I was going with them. 

What I do know though, is that I may create another part for the older!bros if you guys enjoy this!

which I hope you do because god dang Older!Noct is just stuck in my head and he’s so gorgeous no matter how old he is… 


Gladio is a very very tender man after making love to the one he truly loves and wants to be with. He’s the type to look at you with the most gorgeous gleam in his eyes that make you forget just how much of a powerhouse he is on the battlefield (and sometimes in the throws of passion). He’s caress your cheek so gently because he’s almost afraid that he’d accidentally hurt you, treat you like you were a fragile piece of china.

And he’d caress the ends of your hair before tucking the runaways that have fallen in front of you face behind your ear. He’d be smiling just as tenderly as his touch Of course, you’d smile right back and he’d only cup your cheek  and press a kiss to you forehead, cheeks, nose and lips once you’d snuggled up to him.

There would be very minimal talking and it would depend upon how rough he was. If he was rougher than normal, he’d ask ‘you okay?’ rather casually. But it would break you into laughter or into a wide smile. Mainly because it would show that he wasn’t mad at you. That he still cared.
Apart from that it would just be small things: looking back at the day just gone, maybe making a few plans for the future. After a couple of months there would just be the inclination of starting a family, though nothing would ever be set in stone considering his duty to the crown. But he never said no. He’d say ‘I’d like that’ or ‘sounds like a plan for when you’re ready.’ Because even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one lugging a child in his body. So it would be up to you.

After making love for the first time with him, he would be a little verbal after the act, making sure you were okay, that he wasn’t too tender or too rough. Because it was easy for him to miscalculate how he was in bed, it would have been very impulsive, so he’d need to get a better idea of what you truly liked.

Sometimes, the small talks would lead to another round. Because he would often tease you with chaste and sinful kisses. 

He’d either hum or sing for you (he’s a good singer now) so you could sleep soundly. Because of this, you’d usually fall asleep first. But if he had an excruciatingly long day - both from guarding the prince and trying not to thin about you too much - he’d fall asleep because you would be able to notice his weariness, and you’d hum and sing for him instead. 

On those days, he’d value your chest as his pillow, although you would be cradling his head in such a way that you breasts were his only pillow, and he’d let both your voice and your heart lull him to sleep.

Most of the time though, he’d refuse sleep until you were at peace in your slumber and he’d be holding you to him. Sometimes he’d even slip one of his vest tops on you so wouldn’t wake to a horrible chill at four in the morning.

Originally posted by connorkenvay

Prompto would be a little similar to Gladio, but also entirely different. Sometimes there would be absolutely no talking because you would have fallen asleep, or the only talking shared would be from looking at the pictures he had taken.

But he would also be the master of teasing you. Not in Gladio’s style, but from just saying sweet things like ‘This is my fave photo of you from the day - the lighting captures your perfection so well and it makes you look so radiant’. But one that would always be with you was ‘the dawn makes you look like a goddess bringing in the new day. And the dusk makes you look like the same goddess waving farewell to the day. But the moonlight? That easily transform you into the most beautiful angel.’

“If I really am an angel, I must have done something real bad to be banished down here then.”

“That’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever said.” And, of course, he’d show you his best smile. “Because you loving me so much that you’d get banished to be with me makes my heart sing.”

And it would turn playful, mainly with tickle fights. Which, again, may or may not lead to another, more playful, round. Though they were very rare because most of the time you’d be far to embarrassed to even stay awake. Because you’d be hiding your face in his neck, and the feeling of his pulse on your temple would send you to sleep quicker than any lullaby would.

The after care after making love to you the very first time round would be a very concerned and embarrassed Prompto checking over you repeatedly. Because it was his very first time of having a sexual encounter. And he loved you so much that he just wanted to make sure he did it right to your tastes. But goddamn he needn’t have worried about that. But worry he did and he’d only stop once you pecked his lips. But whether you then treated him to a round is entirely up to you. Because, he wasn’t gonna turn it down.

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Ignis would most certainly be the type to pillow-talk. Because making love with you would also build a bond of faith and trust between the two of you. And it would be the only time he’d be sober of caffeine for him to not only feel drowsy, but far more relaxed. But maybe that would be because he couldn’t be mum friend to you without feeling absolutely mortified. Mainly after making love you.

It is a well known fact to you that he has perfected the skill of intense love making. He’d take slow to a while new level but it was also known to you that he could be rough. Depending upon a - how long you’d been oh-so-casually teasing him - and b - how long it had been since you two had been able to have time alone.

It was a must-do thing to ask if you were okay after, but he didn’t make it a rarity either. But he would make ask if you wanted anything before going to sleep: a glass of water, a window upon, a blanket and so on. 

Regardless if you wanted anything or not, talking was a must. At first he was against it, but you told him ‘you always take on everyone’s burdens, now let me take on yours. What’s the point of fighting alone if you know you’ll be stronger fighting with another?’ And suddenly it became a thing.

Sometimes the talks would be trivial, sometimes they would be deep. Sometimes they were happy, other times they were just goddamn depressing. But what didn’t change was his actions during these talks.

He would just be holding you to his chest, either talking softly or listening intently, and he’d be looking at you with his piecing green eyes looking at you so gently you could feel his soul embracing yours. At first it was a very strange feeling, but you quickly learned it was because his eyes looked so much brighter without glasses that they just drew you in.

After the first love making ‘session’, he visibly flushed at your staring and he legit pouted when you found it amusing. Of course he played it behind his typical Ignis sarc, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. And he soon just stared right back at you, right into your eyes, and then chuckled when you flushed.

Although he didn’t seem like the Ignis everyone knew and loved, he really was. But he had just adopted a side he would only ever show you on a common basis. And when he unintentionally showed it to you in front of everyone the next day, Noct was the first to say ‘I think he needs a doctor’ and check his temperature. And it was somehow comforting….

Anyway, moving back to the point at hand, it’s also a well known fact that he really doesn’t get that much sleep. So the pillow-talk helps him get sleepier than Noct and having sex you definitely uses all that caffeine. Rest assured that he will be a lot happier the following morning. And he would be looking so radiant that the boys will just know what you had done. And no one really wanted to know apart from Gladio, who always asked the most disturbing questions which would always be accompanied by Noct and Prompto’s gagging noises.

Originally posted by verryfinny


Noctis is another barrel of fish - pun unintended. Now, people like to think that he’d just fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Don’t get me wrong, that is definitely one of the most common occurrences. But he is also the most willingly to have a mess around and stay up until you grew tired: which could be anywhen.

His aftercare definitely depends upon the situation. 

Had a relatively easy day of just driving around the place? He’d fall asleep without even knowing he’d closed his eyes. Most of the time on top of you. 
Just spent all day in a royal tomb over run by daemons? He’d do a little talking. Just a lot of I love yous.

But on days where everything just weighed him down? On days where he just wanted to break down? Aftercare would be full of sentimental value. Although he’d just put forward insecurities and where his heart on his face - sometimes he would actually go into silent breakdown mode - he wouldn’t talk about them in so much detail. Because just thinking about them would hurt. 

But if you were injured slightly? He’d gently tease you after it all. If you had just recovered from a nasty injury? He would be blaming himself and he would literally vow to you that he would never let it happen again. 

If you had scared him on more than one occasion throughout the door - like jumping on his back and yelling ‘IMPERIALS WANT OUR BLOODS TODAY’ - he will be extra silent on you whilst curling up to you.

But each scenario always led to the cutest things. Noct was obsessed with playing with your fingers. He’d hold your hand, fiddle with your fingers, kiss your fingertips and then and he’d weave them with his. If he was cuddling up to you, he’d put your hand on his head and you knew you’d have to play with his hair. If he was the one to hold you, he’d bury his face in your hair, rest his chin on the crown of your head, play with your hair. 
But both circumstances also had him smiling so tenderly at you, had him pecking your lips, the backs and palms of your hand. And he would always fall asleep holding onto your hand.

And the only times he would ask if you were okay with the intercourse, would be during it.

But you can rest assured that he would definitely be extremely smiley the next morning and oh em gee he would be absolutely adorable all day. Well, until some silly sausage would be evil to him. Like you saying he should drive for a couple of days because Iggy had pooped himself out so badly that he was ill.

That’s right. You also wanted people to get used to his driving. Because you found it so entertaining. You strange person.

Opps. I just burned myself. Oh well XD

Originally posted by mineraruuota

Family

Request: Can I request an IMAGINE where the reader is expecting a second child with Bucky, and their having a barbecue with the rest of the avengers and Bucky is hanging with the guys and their watching the girls play with the kid and the guys are like ‘you got a great life now. Everything you’ve wanted’ and Bucky is staring at the reader and his child like 'yeah. I got more than I could ever want.’ If that makes sense? And if your requests are still open💗❤️

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fluff my friends

A/N: You guys are sososososo nice, thank you so much with the feedback and comments you guys give me. I love when you guys tell me how you feel about my stories and what part you liked, it really makes me feel good so thank you :)     (p.s. if there’s any mistakes, I’ll fix it when I wake up. K bye. Update: LMAOOO I FORGOT THE FUCKING TITLE I’M SCREAMING BUUUTTTTT I FIXED IT O K A Y ByE)


All the hype had died down and the Avengers were now settling down, getting married and having children - At least Bucky was.

It was a Friday afternoon and everyone was gathered at Steve’s house for a barbeque. They didn’t have any missions to go on or any work related things to attend to so why not wind down with friends and have a nice day.

Naturally, the men stayed around the grill, talking it up with one another about the most random things while the women were out in the grass, playing with the children.

Laura was there with her kids Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel who had just turned six years old. Wanda and Natasha were there, although neither of them were married or had kids. Sharon was obviously there, no kids yet but happily married to Cap. And then there was you with a two year old daughter and another on the way, happy and married to Bucky.

“So..” Steve grabs the guys’ attention as he flips a patty. “Sharon and I were thinking about having a baby.”

“Oh god.” Tony muttered.

“Be prepared for some long nights, my friend.” Clint pats the soldier on his shoulder.

Steve rolls his eyes and continues to cook.

“I think that’s a great idea. You’ll both be great parents.” Sam spoke and Bucky hums as he takes a drink of his beer.

“For once I agree with Sam.”

The men laugh and Bucky’s eyes trail over to his daughter and his pregnant wife. You were engaged in conversation with Laura and Sharon while Wanda and Nat played with the kids, your hand resting on your 8 month baby bump. Bucky smiled.

He turns back to the guys, talking about how things were when his daughter was a newborn baby, confirming Clint’s talk about long nights. From behind him, Bucky could hear giggles and knew exactly who they belonged to. He turned around, spotting his 2 year old daughter running towards him with Nat right behind her. Upon reaching Bucky, she lifts her hands up in the air, making grabbing motions.

“Daddy up.”

Bucky puts his beer down and picks his daughter up, plating a big kiss on her cheek. “What’s up, pumpkin?”

She makes a noise and points to Nat who was now standing in front of them.

“What did Aunt Nat do baby?” he cooed, cuddling his daughter to him. “She’s chasing you?”

“Chase you.” she repeated, laying her head on his shoulder.

“That’s mean, Aunt Nat, huh Ella.” he spoke softly, looking at Natasha who was playfully rolling her eyes.

“Mean.”

“Say no.”

“No.” little Ella scolds.

“Say, don’t be mean!”

“Don’t be mean!” her voice rises and Natasha laughs.

“Alright, alright, I won’t be mean.” she smiled. Nat put her hands out, gesturing for the two year old to go to her. Ella smiled and kissed Bucky’s cheek before leaning in towards Nat.

“Bye daddy!” Ella waved at her father while Nat walked back to you and the others.

“She’s a gem, buddy.” Steve spoke, causing Bucky to turn around.

The brunette smiled. “She’s my whole world.”

“Awe look at the assassin getting all soft.” Tony teased.

Ex assassin.” Bucky corrected.

“Yeah yeah, same thing.” he takes a swig of his beer.

“But seriously, Ella’s beautiful, Bucky.” Clint says.

Sam chuckled. “She gets that from her mom.”

They all laugh.

“I won’t argue with that.” Bucky nods.

There’s a second of silence before Tony speaks again.

“Now that we’re on that topic, how’s everything going for you? I mean, for the longest time you thought you’d never experience happiness or a normal life and now here you are.” he gestured over to you and Ella. Bucky looks.

“My life will never be normal, I’ve come to terms with that. I never thought I would be able to love someone but Y/N walked into my life and everything changed. I don’t know what I’d do without her, not to mention that she brought my daughter into this world and I love her even more for that.” Bucky smiles at Ella who was hiding from Nat behind your legs. “When I get home from a mission or I think back to my time with Hydra, about how many lives I took and how much evil is out there in the world, all I do is look at Ella and all those bad thoughts and feelings go away. She’s a ray of sunshine, so innocent and pure,” Bucky turns back to the guys. “I’d give her the moon and the stars if I could.”

“Bucky Barnes, a family man. Who would’ve thought?” Sam scoffed, receiving a punch from Bucky. “I’m being serious! Man, when I first met you, you were this grumpy dude, always frowning. But Y/N comes into the picture and now you’re smiling and laughing - I never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ve got to thank Y/N for that.” Clint says, Tony, Sam and Steve agreeing.

Steve looks at Ella and smiles. “You’ve got a great life now, Buck. Everything you’ve wanted.”

Bucky turns and watches as Ella tugs on your shirt, wanting you to pick her up. You were about to when Nat scares her, a mixture of a laugh and a scream escapes her lips before she runs to the other side of the yard, Nat right behind her.

Bucky watches with love and adoration as you laugh at the two and he breaks out in a grin. “Yeah, I got more than I could ever want.”


A/N: I hope this was good enough! I stayed up till 2 writing this, tell me what ya think :) ima go to sleep now lol.

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Millenium Falcon Ride

Title: Millenium Falcon Ride

Paring: Dean/Han x Reader/Leia

Word Count: 1,294

Warning: Some super funny Star War’s themed smut

Request by @iamthemaskhewears said: Hey darling! I’m going through a Star Wars thing atm, and I got an idea! How about Dean and the Reader are watching A New Hope, and she says something of having a crush on Han Solo, and Dean gets jealous. And he surprises her dressed as Han in their room? Smut please?

A/N: Enjoy! This was super fun to write!



Curled up in bed watching A New Hope you barely heard the knock at your door. “Y/N I’m making a grocery list and I was won-“

“Shhhhh!!!” Dean looked from you to the TV as Harrison Ford slid into the booth at the Cantina.

“Han Solo, I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon”

“Hell yeah you are,” you murmured at the TV as Dean’s eyebrows raised and came together.

“Swoon much?”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah! I love me some Han Solo.” Dean stood there for a few moments, watching as you were pulled back into the movie. He knew you were a fan, but he didn’t realize how big of a crush you had on Han.

Throughout the week as you watched the rest of the movies they were always being brought up. “Oh I forgot about this part, Han is so brave!” “Can you believe how talented he is?!” “Ugh Han is so attractive it’s not fair!”

Dean didn’t know why it was bothering him so much but he started to get fed up with having to share the spotlight. Usually he was the attractive badass that was a total sweetheart. Now this Han dude was ruining that for him. After doing some research one-night though Dean was pretty confident he was going to get your attention back.

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Homesick

Lafayette x Reader

Note: This is a really old request that I finally got around to writing. I love writing Lafayette so much oh gosh I forgot how much I love this french boy. Also Coq au vin is just the first thing that came up when I googled popular french dishes so I have no clue if it’s actually good but it does sound incredible. 

Request: Anonymous asked: Something with a homesick Lafayette, please??

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, bad french.

Word Count: 1,424

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


Ever since the first moment you met him, Lafayette has always been a positive and vibrant person. After being a part of his life so so long you’ve only seen him angry a handful of times, and he’s been upset even less.

So when you make it home from work one night to find Lafayette sitting in the dark by the window, a beer in hand, you hardly know how to approach him. After dropping your bag down by the door, you tentatively make your way across the room, closer to the Frenchman who still hasn’t moved from his spot.

“Gilbert? Gilbert, what’s the matter?” you keep your voice soft and under control as you carefully sink down to the floor next to him. “Are you okay?” you ask softly, resting a hand on his forearm.

“I miss my home,” he whispers before taking another swig of his beer.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

You can’t help but feel helpless like there is nothing you can do for him no matter how much you want to help. With his free hand, he carefully reaches to cover your hand as he keeps his gaze out the window.

“Non. Thank you, mon amour but there is nothing you can do for me. I suppose this is just something I have to live with,” he admits sadly.

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I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: It’s getting harder for the both of them to act like they don’t feel anything less than in love.

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Dedicated to: @scamanders26newtcase , @julibelen , @mayainneverland , @the-rain-pours-down ,

If I forgot to tag you, I apologize; don’t be shy to inbox me and let me know, and I’ll be sure to in the next part.

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When they get back to the hotel, it’s like there hadn’t been any fight to begin with. They enter the building arms linked and smiling and giggling and behind them trail Castiel and Sam, faces adorned with furtive smiles that tell just how much they know.


(Because they do.)


(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet…)


They go through the lounge and then out onto the patio where (most of) the family buzzes around. Marilyn speeds left and right, asking about the flower decorations and when the arch will be there while the bride-to-be, eyes trained on a piece of paper in her hands, stands at the sidelines, mumbling—most likely reciting her vows, Dean reasons.


They say their hellos briefly and then head upstairs to change, returning at a few minutes to six to offer whatever help they can.


“Oh, thank God, some muscle.” Marilyn sighs with relief as her eyes skitter from Sam’s face to Cas’. “Could you guys help them carry in the calendulas? You can just put them here.” She points to one of the empty tables, and Sam gives a curt nod, before heading off.


“And us?” Y/N asks.


“Uhmmm…” Her mother whips back around, then, furrowing her brow, takes moment to think. Dean waits, hoping she says there’s nothing left to do because after the day he’s had, all he wants is to put his feet up and blow off some steam.


But his wish isn’t granted. Eyes widening in realization, Marilyn perks up with an idea, guiding them down to the pond where Rick and some of Y/N;s cousins are setting up the tikki torches.


Reflected in the calm waters, the glimmer of the flames is bright and rapid, tails of fire growing higher and higher and then smaller as the winds course through the air.


“Here.” Picking up two stray lighters, the elder Woman hands them to the pair. “Get started.”


And then she’s off.


Sharing curious glances for a second, Y/N and Dean twiddle with the lighters in their hands. They haven’t got much time left and so they begin.


The torches stretch past the pond and into the garden where the reception will be held, but even when they’re done lighting them up, there’s the lanterns on the steps. Then the candles. Then, just when Dean, exhausted from running left and right, is about to sit down for a breather, the fly-away lantern.


“The what?” He asks breathlessly, hunched over on one of the steps.


Y/N tries not to roll her eyes (but fails, because come on..). “The fly-away lantern.” She says. “The one that we’re gonna set off into the sky when the reception ends. They want to test it now to avoid any accidents this weekend.”


“Accidents like what? Setting fire to the clouds?”


“Shut up and come help me.” Ignoring his moans of objection, Y/N hauls her friend up onto his feet, giggling, and leads him over to the spot where the lantern is set. There are a couple of people fooling around near it, Rick and his posse smiling and passing it to each other like it’s a balloon before she grabs it mid-air.


She sets it down, rolling her eyes and gets out her lighter. “I can’t leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?”


“You have all these macho men to help you out, what do you need me for?” Grumbling, Dean crosses his arms over his chest like a child.


“None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”


“I could volunteer to be replacement.” Rick teases.


“Not so fast, buddy.” And Dean, stepping in right in front of him, almost growls even if he knows it’s just a joke.


(This whole thing, in a way, is.)


First, Y/N pins her hair up in a sloppy bun to keep it from getting caught in the flame. The wind tickles the exposed nape of her neck, sending a shock through her and coating it in gooseflesh. It’s dangerous, Dean presumes, to be setting off an almost-literal ball of fire into the sky when the winds are so violent, but it’s Y/N. Trusting her word is as good as trusting his own.


She flicks the lighter on. Casting her eyes up at him, she beckons the elder Winchester over.


“Dean, hold it up for me, will you? Yeah, like that. Okay, don’t let go, I’m lighting it.”


“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”


“Shut up. Dean, now.”


The elder Winchester’s fingers uncurl and everyone takes a step back, watching as the lantern, gleaming like a ball of fire, slips from their hold and soon begins to rise.


Dean watches it, entranced, a bit surprised actually because it looks a lot better than he thought it would. His initial fear of it backfiring dissipates like fog. His eyes follow the lantern floating higher and higher, moving with the breeze, dancing almost and he doesn’t want t look away lest he miss any more of its enchantment….


But he can’t help his gaze from flickering to Y/N.


Y/N, smiling, head tipped back and staring up at it like a child. Her eyes are squinted as she laughs triumphantly, tenderly, and Dean’s heart leaps in his chest for the hundredth time today. The rest of the family is gathering around to watch their success, all cheers and rapture and trying to set off some more just for the hell of it. Sam and Cas are back, too. Sam and Cas, Dean realizes, are setting off their very own lantern as well, and it takes him a moment to realize that they are calling him to join in on the fun.


And within two minutes, there are about twelve balls of fire dotting the sky, floating past the clouds and into the heavens.


They set the night ablaze with their success with the lanterns, infecting everyone around with a twin triumph and energy that comes the win and then move on to helping string the fairy lights across the garden. Y/N holds the ladder in place for him and tries not to laugh every time Dean complains she stop shaking it. When they finish their sector, they move on to picking up the cake, arranging the flowers and by the end of the night their hands are blistered and calloused from a day’s work.


Later in the night Dean sits on the edge of the bed, kneading his sore palms together and grimacing. His limbs feel disjointed and his back hurts and if he thought being mauled by a werewolf was the most pain he’s endured then, this day has come a close second. (Even if he’s too stubborn to admit that to a taunting Y/N).


“You look like crap.” She struts out of the bathroom with her pajamas on and a towel turbaned around her head. Dean rolls his eyes, trying not to show how much the mattress dipping from her weight makes his spine tingle.


“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”


“You assume right.”


“We made it, Dean.”  And then there’s that somber air hanging between them.


He wants to turn to meet her gaze, to look into the pools of y/e/c he assumes are glinting like stars with joy, but the excruciating pain in his neck won’t let him.


Keeping his back to her, the elder Winchester instead shuts his eyes and lets his breathing even. The room is silent for a moment. Feint music, the roar of Marilyn shouting instructions on where to set what. Dean tires not to laugh. Y/N really is her mother’s daughter….


“Something wrong?” Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she tips her head to the side.


Shaking his head, the elder Winchester lets out a sigh. “Just tired.” He explains. She watches him, patient, biting her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation.


He hopes she can’t see through the façade—but hoping is as far as his requests go, as the young girl straightens out, alert, and trains her eyes on him.


“Dean…”


“It’s nothing.”


“Don’t do this, okay? We just made up a few hours ago and I’m not ready for another—“


“I’m not doing anything—Y/N…”Within the flash of second, Dean whips around to face his friend, a tired, almost sympathetic smile etched in his face and takes her hand into his. It’s warm, flax. Y/N stills for a moment and the green-eyed hunter takes it as his chance to shift and move a little bit closer. Just close enough to see the wave of red that flushes her cheeks and then disappears. (You’d think by now they’d be past the coyness).


Her hand feels endlessly warm in his. They’ve been down this road before. So many times—within this past two weeks and within the past few months it is then that Dean is finally tired of the tip-toeing. Tired, but…not ready to do anything about it. Not yet.


Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the elder Winchester gulps and slowly releases her hand. He must be imagining it—the glint of disappointment that flashes across Y/N’s face. Because within a second, she straightens her back and clears her throat.


There’s an awkward, almost sad smile on her face. Almost embarrassed, this time it’s his turn to mask his emotions of hurt when he realizes this.


When the air is almost too painfully awkward, he clears his throat and gives a half-assed, definitely not hurt, definitely earnest chuckle as he turns his back.


“Man, sorry…” Wiping a hand down his face, he apologizes. “I’m just tired. Really, really tired. Wow. Uhm—do you want the bed tonight?” He glances over his shoulder.


Y/N fumbles and then finally gathers herself enough to fervently shake her head. “Uhm, no…it’s fine.” Comes a strained laugh. “I could go spend the night in Sam and Cas’ room. You get your rest.”


“I f you wanna stay then—“


“Dean…” And there’s that hand again on his shoulder as Y/N, shaking her head, expression dressed in just as much exhaustion, stares at him. At this point, they’re back to normal; to colleagues and best friends who read each other like a book. He can see in her eyes she knows just how tired he is.


Eyes sliding over his face, she gives his arm a little squeeze. “Rest.” She says.


Rest.


Stricken by her spell, the only thing the elder Winchester can do is swallow, nod wordlessly and watch as she pecks a light kiss on his forehead and then leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, echoing in the graveyard silent room, he lets out a breath.


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Y/N doesn’t want to sleep in Sam and Cas’ room. She doesn’t want to be any more than six feet away from Dean, but at the moment that seems the best decision for everyone. For her, for him—right now, they are two raging tornadoes hurtling towards each other, and the only way to avoid having a colossal catastrophe is to let them rage on their own.


When she gets to the room, she knocks gingerly on the door and within a few seconds Sam opens up.


“Hi, roomie.” She greets, smiling as she sidesteps into the room. Cas is there, sitting in a chair and reading a travel guide from the night stand and he greets her with a curt nod, barely looking up to meet her eyes. Y/N throws herself onto the bed with an oomph.


“Another fight?” Sam asks as he settles down at the foot of the bed.


She shakes her head against the castle of pillows, then grabs another and props it behind her head. “No. He just needs his beauty sleep so I let him have it in the form of our bed.”


“I thought it’s big enough for the two of you…I mean, you guys never mind rooming on a hunt.”


“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”


“Apparently not.” he answers. “I’ve been doing some digging since we got here, actually. Looks like Boston is pretty monster-free.”


“Have you seriously been looking for a case while we’re at a wedding?” Y/N asked, amused. Smiling, Sam gets up and moves over to the desk where his laptop sits open.


“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”


“Sam….”


The younger hunter looks up, eyes curious and calm, and Y/N takes in a deep breath.


“You…” She struggles for the words that so desperately cling to the floor of his belly, anxious. Sitting up, the sheets crumple and ruffle with her movements and she grips one of the pillows to her chest like it will somehow ease her nerves. Pauses. Deep breaths. Rapid heartbeat. She tries again.


“You know about…Dean, and…I—don’t you?”


“Sorry?”


“About…uhm…”


At this point, even Cas has tuned in, his book carefully rested in his lap. Staring at the younger Winchester, she can feel sweat bead at the nape of her neck.


“Oh, God, this is so awkward.” Y/N groans as she buries her face in the pillow. Her cheeks and ears feel hot, but at least she’s gotten the wheel rolling with this, at least they’re in motion.


But then, out of the sudden silence, she hears the quiet titter of Sam’s laugh. Shooting up to sit, she looks at him. Her eyes bounce from him to Cas whom she finds has a twin smirk on his lips, and Y/N’s eyes narrow.


The younger Winchester notices this and stifles his laughs, holding a fist to his mouth. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s just uhm…” His eyes lift to her and he’s still smiling. “…I knew a long time ago. Probably before even you did.”


“What?”


“We both did.” He gestures to Cas. “It’s kind of…. Hard not to.”


The angel nods, not lifting his gaze as he flips to the next page.You and Dean are quite inseparable.”


“And intolerable.”


“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”


“It’s only been a matter of time before you guys found out. That’s why I actually, uhm, called Cas up this week to come here. So that we could…”Sam’s voice dies away and he averts his eyes to something else, scratching his head, and it’s obvious, and strange, and Y/N, arms still firmly coiled around her pillow feels like a child whose parents have just broken the Santa-news to them.


Sam knows. And Cas knows.


And…


“And Dean?” She can’t help but ask, not even bothering to hide the eager tone of her voice.


Exchanging looks, the two are quiet for a moment. The air in the room stills and no one says anything. When no reply comes, she can feel the edges of her nerves fray more and more.


“Sam,” An admonishing tone drips from tongue. “And what about Dean? Does he know?”


“Not…entirely. Okay, look,” Sighing, he then crosses the room, perching himself down beside her. She glares him down as he sits clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.


“It’s hard to explain all this.”He states calmly


Her voice thin and almost cracking, Y/N’s eyes bore into his.“So this whole thing is one-sided?”


“What? No.”


“Dean does care about you, Y/N.” Cas supplements from his chair, his attention for his book long gone and now focused on them. “Immensely.”


“He’s in love with you.”


Silence.


Sam bites his tongue and Y/N, gaping with wide-eyes, tries to gather the wind that has just been knocked out of her with his words. The world, just for split second, halts its movements and they are frozen,caught in a stand still of time and space and she


“W-what…?”


“I….”


But before the younger Winchester can get a word out, there comes a knock on the door, drawing the attention away as Cas rises. When he swings the door open, Y/N isn’t surprised to see that it’s Dean.


With wet hair tousled in every which way, it’s obvious he has just showered and gotten ready for bed, already clad in some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Gulping thickly, Y/N catches his eyes through the crack in the door.


“Can I come in?”


“Uhm, yes, sure.” The angel steps aside and in saunters the elder Winchester. When she looks at him, Y/N can see that, even if it might be miniscule, a bit fo tension has been washed away. Dean looks more tamed, more like himself as his lips form a smirk.


“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”


“You’re right in time.” The younger Winchester stands. “We were just about to braid each other’s hair.”


He laughs. “Oh, joy.”


“Beer?” Grabbing one of the cans on the table, Sam wiggles at his brother, smiling.


“Ice-cold, please.”


He tosses it to Dean and snapping it open, the elder Winchester takes a heavy sip, eyes fluttering shut.


Watching him, the coil in Y/N’s gut only tightens. She tries to make conversation, tries to laugh at his jokes, tries to act like she doesn’t notice that he’s a lot better now because even that feels too inconspicuous after what Sam just revealed, doesn’t it? Too suspicious? Maybe not. She’s tired and weary and after their second beer, Y/N gets up and decides to head back to spend the night in their room.


She splashes some water onto her face, cards her fingers through her hair and then crawl into bed. They don’t say anything to each other; not a goodnight or sweet dreams, but after the day they’ve had, the comfortable silence of the night is enough of an intimacy, especially when Y/N feels a hand slither beneath the blanket and lace with hers.


Rest


                                               ~*~*~

 
It’s a lot easier now that they’ve made up. Less tedious planning out their trips to fittings and rehearsals, definitely not as awkward as it once was, and Dean is definitely grateful that the entire wave of conflict between him and Y/N has blown over. It’s easier, now, for all of them; friends and family alike as they no longer have to pry either of them with questions of the other’s whereabouts…It’s easier now for Dean to let himself fall more and more in love with Y/N.


No strife nor resentment. They are yet again on the same page, and for him to say it feels like anything less than a great pleasure would be ridiculous.


Friday morning greets them with clear skies and warm sun, everything ripe and plump with color as they head into town for another fitting. Dean doesn’t stop mentioning this—the potent harmony—to Sam while they’re standing in the tailoring shop with Cas, arms raised up as they take the measurements round their waists because by God, he just can’t not ramble on about it.


Keeping as still as he can, the elder Winchester smiles subtly at his brother. “TGIF. I can’t wait for tonight.”


“I can see.” Sam chuckles in response, before a sly smirk forms on his lips. “ I see making up’s made you giddy nonstop, huh?”


“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”


“Dude, you were singing along to the radio today. Billboard one hundred.”


“Are we all getting suits for tonight or is dressing formal optional?” Castiel pipes up, earning the attention of both hunters as they turn to him standing by the mannequins, fingers trailing along the lapels. Brow knitted, the angel’s gaze bounces between the two.


“Well, I guess you can wear what you want. Thinking of sporting the trench-coat?” Sam prompts.


“Please don’t.” Dean shimmies his shoulders so that the jacket falls properly over his frame as he takes a look in the mirror. “Y/N wants us looking dapper as ever and that thing is…well..”


“Ragged. Yes, I know.” Cas answers plainly. With a sigh, he pivots around, sizing up one of the displays. It’s deep navy with a light, almost pastel marigold tie, and he sucks in a breath. “I’ll find a suit. Hopefully something—as Dean so put it—dapper.”


“’Atta’ boy.”


“Cas, pass me that silver tie, will you?” Sam asks. The angel tosses it to him and the younger Winchester quickly fixes it into place, eyes trained on his very own reflection.


When they’re done with suits, it’s onto picking up the minister from out of town and bringing him back to the hotel. Long drives and even longer conversations where Dean, for seemingly the first time does not mind  talking about how beautiful Boston is. Reverend Loyd was born here but moved away upon taking his oath, he tells them and the elder Winchester listens the entire drive, a content smile etched into his face.


(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)


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The entire floor is filled with the sound of Donkeyboy blaring through the halls as Y/N gets ready.


Curling her hair, getting out her clothes, makeup. It’s the rehearsal tonight and, as declared by her elder sister, she’s going to have to look elegant and pleasant while retaining the focus on the bride to be. With that in mind, the entire preparation is set in place: her dress is spread across the bed alongside a pair of heels she borrowed from S/P/N and the room is scented with her fragrance of Peace Lilly perfume.  In the bathroom, Y/N is finishing up curling the ends of her Y/H/C hair as Stereolife slows to a finish on the speakers.


Sliding the curler through the last ringlet, she takes one of the bobby pins tucked between her lips and pins it in place, then does the back and spritzes a cloud of hairspray on to set it. Another song begins. Slower this time, wafting through the entire and, after taking one last look at the finish, she goes to turn the volume up. As she maneuvers around the room, her minds wanders. To tomorrow, what it will be like. To last night.


To Dean.


It’s no longer something she’s so ashamed of. Thinking about the elder Winchester has almost become a custom and so she chooses to not fight it. To embrace. It’s the only way she can make this any less painful, like a sailor thrown out into the sea, letting the tide wash over him. Consume—Y/N tries not to think about how much it has, so far. How much of her it has eaten, like a vicious disease she stubbornly refuses to treat.


She doesn’t want to treat it. She wants Dean.


And if she and Sam’s conversation over the phone last night means anything, then he wants her, too.


And isn’t that enough? Just knowing? She feels like it should be. Like yearning for more is a gluttony she needs to avoid lest Karma pay her a visit for not abiding, and yet at the same time it calls to her. Dean. Her Dean…He always has been, since the very day they met, two pieces of the same shattered glass and maybe they’re meant to fit together. Her Dean, for more than a year now.


Forever.


They have battled and bled and been by one another for as long as she can remember. Dean is her best-friend, Y/N thinks. Even if it’s only mere thought, just knowing should be enough for her.


                                                ~*~*~*~

Thank you for reading.


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As always: hope you’re having a great day!

random assorted trb notes

tdt part 1 | tdt part 2

just some things from my trb reread i’d like to share with the class (not in any particular order, including linear bc time is fake). this is long and obnoxious but i forgot how much i loved this book so, who cares

  • gansey and ronan order half sausage and half avocado pizza all the time and it might be the only thing they eat
  • ronan and adam fight a lot but they make up within the day
    • adam and gansey on the other hand have had at least one fight that lasted two weeks (i think) and they barely spoke. it ended when ronan said something offensive
  • i’m only gonna say this once but ashley was playing declan and smarter than she looked and got zero respect from any of the boys, including gansey and adam, and i hope she’s in the dreamer trilogy and spits in their eyes
  • adam’s pov is so dramatic and funny. examples:
    • ronan walked out of his room and “a cloud like there would never be sun again crossed declan’s face.” (direct quote)
    • refers to ronan’s “lizard smile”
    • “adam was, all at once, fatigued with ronan and his uselessness”

(a lot) more under the cut

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Ahhhh I just finished watching the Series of Unfortunate Events Netflix show. Honestly, ASOUE were my favorite books as a kid after Harry Potter. I forgot how freaking much I love them. 

I also remember being kind of sad when it ended fairly inconclusively. My memories of that are extremely fuzzy, I remember there were supplemental materials that sort of gave a clearer idea of things. But the last book was basically “SOMETIMES YOU DON’T GET ANSWERS IN LIFE KIDS”. 

ANYWAY The Netflix series seems like it’s going to reveal a lot more about the secret organization stuff and it’s such GOOD adaptation for the most part. Like I have zero problems with anything that’s different. A lot of it actually works better than the books because the kids learn that shit is going down a lot earlier and are actively investigating things rather than just kind of bouncing from place to place. Likf the Baudelaires ditching Mr. Poe to go to lumbermill on their own to look for answers rather than being taken there. Like, it makes sense they’d just get sick of his nonsense at some point.  

So I am super psyched to see where it goes. I will probs be reblogging gifs later.

Also happy to see my girl Violet not get screwed over and do all the cool stuff she did in the books. I’LL NEVER FORGIVE THAT MOVIE. 

First Language (Part 3) [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: Seb has to go to McKinley for classes on how to speak English again with the reader because she can’t go to dalton. And once he remembers about the glee club slushies him and the reader gets angry at them and comforts him.

a/n: my friend and i thought of this…where should this go next?


Part 1 | Part 2 |


“Wat-tear.”

“Yes! Water!” you grin at your boyfriend, plaid mint green flannel exposing your pale pink tank top. “I forgot how much I love your accent.” you hum, tucking your hair behind your ear, flicking through the flashcards in your hand. Some aren’t really common everyday things, so you’ll focus on them later.

Sebastian rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Non, non (no, no)…” His hand rests on your thigh, squeezing faintly. Tilting your head, you furrow your eyebrows together, shifting in the red plastic chair, ankles tucked around the metal legs. “Puis-je avoir (can I get)…wat-tear?” he asks, gesturing to himself.

Blinking, you search for your backpack, “Uh…” You pull out the ‘French to English’ book you got from the library, holding up your index finger. Sebastian’s shoulders slump, red and white striped rugby long sleeved shirt folding at his stomach, rainforest green eyes watching the pages flip. “Oh! You want a drink!” you beam, scrunching your nose and grinning from ear to ear, bending forward slightly.

A small smile appears on his lips at how cute you are. “Oui (yes)! Wat-tear?” he asks again, pointing to the hallway. You nod, gesturing for him to go. “Je t’aime (I love you).” he mutters, pecking your lips. His converse pad through the hall, only stopping when he finds the water fountain. Grimacing, he leans down, pressing the knob. Dalton doesn’t have fountains; they have coolers. With paper cups. Which was way better.

“Oh, look, it’s Sebastian.” Puck spits, peering around at the other football players. The French boy ignores the delinquent, lapping the water silently. “Not so tough now that you don’t know how to speak, eh, Sebastian?” he taunts, shoving the boy’s shoulder, making him scowl.

Finn’s eyes widen, seeing the Warbler suddenly become cornered into the crany of the wall. “Guys, come on, leave him alo-”

“No, Finn!” Puck argues, arm still behind his back. “You remember what he did to Blaine? To you? He deserves this!” A deep sigh escapes the taller football player, eyes drooping slightly; he couldn’t answer. Puck smirks, “What I thought.” he hums, going back to the main focus. “So, Sebastian…”

What is it with American’s and saying his name weird? “Say-bah-steeahn-” That’s when he gets a face full of electric blue slush. His mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut, not seeing the group of people gathering. Laughter surrounds him while he sputters, at a new loss for words. His hands clench into fists at his sides and his eyelashes bat some of the slushie away.

“Seb!” you gasp, pushing people out of the way, glaring at the football team. Sebastian picks his head up, chestnut hair sticking to his forehead; he licks his lips slowly, jaw setting. “Fuck you, Puck.” you spit, taking ahold of your boyfriend’s hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, allons (come on).” you whisper, leading him to the bathroom.

The back of his hips rest against the polished sink, blue jeans riding up. You turn on the water, getting a paper towel wet. “Ils m'ont coincé et je ne pouvais rien faire (they cornered me and I couldn’t do anything)…” he grumbles, feeling the towel wipe his eyes. “Tout ce que je voulais, c'était (all I wanted was) wat-tear…” he sniffles, peering down at the floor.

You lift his chin, frowning. His green eyes soften, lower lip jutting out, sticky blue goop sliding down his thin neck, traveling under his shirt collar. “You need to take this off…” you sigh, tugging at the end of his red, white and now blue rugby shirt. “Ugh, you look like America threw up on you.” you half joke, averting your eyes from his tight abs, beginning to dab his shirt.

He smirks, knowing his body catches your eye. “Vous vouliez juste me voir sans chemise (you just wanted to see me shirtless)…”