A/N: I’m a grumpy little storm cloud today, just in a funk I guess. I also don’t feel like paying attention in class so I wrote this instead :) Enjoy!
Today had just been crappy from the second you got up. You’d
stubbed your toe on the bedroom door. Your shower was twice as long because your
mind kept wondering making you forget if you’d shampooed your hair. The boys
had eaten the rest of your favorite cereal. It was just a shit day all around
Slamming your bedroom door, you stomped to the kitchen
grumbling under your breath about having to go on a ridiculously long walk just
to get a snack. Walking into the kitchen your hands balled into fists at the
leftover food on the counter from lunch.
“Seriously!? Does no one in this godforsaken place know how
to put food away!”
Opening the kitchen cabinet to grab a Tupperware you pulled
one and the avalanche of plastic hit your face. “God fucking damnit!!” you
start slamming things, jamming the mess of Tupperware back into the cabinet,
slamming it shut.
“Woah, Y/N, what did the Tupperware do you to?”
“Shut up Sam,” you snapped, running your hands over your
face. “UGH I hate today! Everything is so stupid!” Sam just stared as you stomp
past him heading for your room.
Groaning you roll over in bed when you hear a knock on your
“Y/N? Can I come in?”
“Leave me alone Sam. I’m not in the mood to talk.”
“I know, I just brought you some blankets.” Hesitantly
pushing open the door Sam walked to the side of your bed, covering you gently with
your favorite blankets.
“Thanks Sam,” you mumbled as he walks out.
When Dean got home he walked around the library looking for
you when Sam came back from a run. “Where’s Y/N? I thought she was making
dinner for us?”
“Yeah I wouldn’t mention that to her, I can make us
“Why what’s wrong with Y/N?”
“She’s a little pissed off storm cloud at the moment. I’d
stay out of her way if I were you.”
Dean thought for a minute before heading to his room.
He knocked twice on your door, not waiting for an answer
when he came in.
“Go away Dean, I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Good thing we aren’t going to talk then. Scoot over.” Dean
shoved at you, laughing as you lazily swatted back at him.
“Knock it off asshat! This is my bed!”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad, sheesh.” Dean put his
favorite mix CD in your stereo and then fit himself behind you on your bed, burying
himself under your covers and pulling you in tight to him.
The two of you laid there, and at some point you drifted off
in his arms.
When you woke up Sam had wedged his way in bed too. Sam sat
with his back against your headboard and your head was using his thigh as a
pillow, one of his hands reached down to hold yours. Dean had an arm draped
over you and was nuzzling into your neck.
“Guys, guys what are you doing?” Both of the boys wiped their
eyes, stretching as woke up. “What’s with the cuddle puddle in my bed?”
“You were a storm cloud,” Sam yawned.
“Yeah, the only way to cure the grumpy storm cloud is to
cuddle the grump out of you.” Dean laughed as he stretched out his arms.
“What? I was not!” The boys laughed and Sam pulled you tight
to his chest.
“Y/N, you almost started world war three with the Tupperware.
You were a little angry storm could.”
“Don’t worry,” Dean pressed a kiss into your temple, “we
still love you though.”
Sam pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “We love our little storm cloud.”
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one shot with Kylo and a sick reader where he takes care of her and cuddles her :)
A/N: I got this done so quick bc I was in the biggest of moods to write fluff and like 90% of my requests are anything but so thank you, anon! Enjoy!
Word Count: 2.3K+
The excitement of moving off of the Finalizer and onto Starkiller Base had become a faint memory. At first, you were more than thrilled to be surrounded by nature and not open space. Sure, seeing nothing but stars was quite pleasant, but you grew to feel a bit of cabin fever when all you ever saw was stars.
So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!
***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***
Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)
Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.
The week had been difficult, not
only with staffing issues and the upcoming wedding rehearsal dinner but Aria
was missing Jeffrey fiercely. She wasn’t sure how but the man had firmly rooted
himself into her life and with him gone, she was feeling lonely. It wasn’t even
as though they spent everyday together. With both of their schedules being
hectic, they’d go days, if not more than a week from seeing each other. They
did however talk frequently throughout the day and more often than not they
would Skype or FaceTime in the evening.
Jeffrey was addicting it seemed and
now that she had a taste of what it could be like to have someone in her life,
someone she could have dinner or breakfast with, she wanted it all the time.
They’d only been dating for a month or so but she was clearly feeling something
stronger than any of her other relationships. Maybe it was because she was
older but Aria could tell, what they had was deeper and longer lasting. She
wanted to be with him and she could see them becoming even more to each
All of this was wonderful, she was
thoroughly enjoying it but it was also completely and utterly terrifying.