hi everyone! i haven’t made a follow forever in a while and i hit 15k like a few weeks ago so i decided to make one! i’ve met so many lovely people on here and i love having all of you guys on my dash, everyone just brings something special every single person has made blogging a little bit more fun ✨✨thanks for putting up with my seokjin jimin loving vmin shipping self but anyways y’all rad and i also wanna say that i consider a lot of you my friends and i love you all lots. (if i forgot anyone i’m so sorry i have very shitty memory but i don’t love you any less)
*my favorite people, not just on the internet but just in every part of my life (thank you so much for dealing with me in different ways, thank you for being someone i can just truly call a friend also thank you for always being there for me)
*sunshines my dash wouldn’t be the same without (i want to thank each and every one of you who has even taken interest in the shitty things i post, my tags and those of you who deal with me and my annoying personality because you guys make me smile and i just really appreciate it <3)
again, thank you all for brightening up my dash and being the greatest people ever. i love you all sm ♥ (also i am so so so sorry if i follow you and didn’t mention you here! there were so many i accidentally left out a few. nonetheless i still love you!!)
Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.
photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com
Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.
You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.
“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.
“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.
“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.
Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.
Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”
You giggled and released him, “We-”
“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.
You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist.
“Sorry E,” you smiled.
Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”
You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.
“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.
You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”
By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place.
“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down.
“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.
You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”
“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.
“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”
“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.
You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”
“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.
“Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.
The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.
“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.
“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.
“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”
“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”
“Couples?” You laughed out loud.
Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.
You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’
Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.
Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.
“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.
“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.
“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.
Well, that was new.
You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Gray?” you said.
“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.
Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.
“Y/N?” he struggled.
“Yeah?” you managed.
“I love you.”
He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.
The next morning
You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.
The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.
“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”
Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.
You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.
You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.
“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.
“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”
“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.
“We miss you too.”
“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.
Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”
You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”
“I don’t have to do sh-”
The line went dead.
Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.
“Y/N,” Grayson started.
You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.
“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.
“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”
Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.
He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.
“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”
“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.
Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”
You shook your head in confusion.
“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.”
Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.
“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.
“Gray-” you stuttered.
“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.
“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.
“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.
He blinked down at you in shock.
“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.
“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.
You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.
Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.
“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.
“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”
Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.
“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”
Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.
Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“In a way, this is worse.”
“Hm?” you questioned.
“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.
You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.
As far as everyone knew, you and Harry were mortal enemies. Whenever someone was talking about how charismatic and good-looking he was, you’d find yourself rolling your eyes before completely disagreeing with them. (You couldn’t deny it: He was good-looking. But you’d never tell him that.) You remembered the first time you met Harry. You thought he was going to be sweet and lovely, but the moment ‘hello’ slipped past his berry-coloured lips, you had decided you didn’t like him. There was just something so… Cocky and arrogant about him. It was almost like he knew he was attractive, and he seemed manipulative enough to know how to wrap you around his finger in under a millisecond. Anyone who met Harry fell in love with him - Except you, obviously. After Harry made the discovery that you didn’t like him as much as he thought you did, his attitude towards you flipped immediately. You didn’t care one bit - He didn’t like you, you didn’t like him, and that was how it was going to be for the rest of the time you had to spend with him.
“I just don’t get how you don’t like Harry.” Y/F/N muttered, shrugging casually when you turned around to send her a glare.
“I don’t get how you do. Can’t you see? He’s put you under his little spell and now you’re 100% in love with him and would do anything for him. I’m the only level-headed one around here.” You rationalized, letting out a small huff. “Side note: Why does he always have to come and hang out here?”
“The boys like hanging out here! I’m not going to let your strange hatred towards Harry jeopardize the relationship with everyone else.” Y/F/N raised a brow, shaking her head slightly. “Maybe you hate him so much because of how ridiculously good-looking he is. If that’s the case, I totally get it.”
“That’s not- I would jump out the window before calling Harry Styles good-looking!” (You could get a little dramatic sometimes.)
“Get your feet off the coffee table.” You growled, for the eighth time in twenty minutes.
“Wha’s the magic word, love?” Harry cooed, leaning back against the couch.
“You’re in my house, so you follow my rules. And the rules are there are no feet allowed on the coffee table.” You snapped, crossing your arms before leaning back against the sofa chair as well.
“Nice try, but that’s not the magic word. You sure are a lot more empty-headed than I thought. And the standards were already relatively low from the start.”
“Harry, don’t say that!” Liam scowled, smacking him on the arm. “You’re lucky Y/N hasn’t kicked you out of her house yet.”
“She can try, but she’s too weak.”
“Says the one who couldn’t untwist the strawberry jam lid earlier. Your face was turning redder than the jam!”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“No thank you. I’m not into bestiality.”
“Y/N!” Y/F/N cut in, pinching your ear roughly. “You two seriously need to figure your shit out. Go upstairs and have an adult conversation.”
“No!” You and Harry protested at the same time, the two of you glancing at each other. At least that was one thing you agreed on.
“I’ll change the wifi password if you don’t.”
“…You wouldn’t. You’re bluffing.”
“Try me.” You never liked to see an upset Y/F/N - She always got very threatening.
“I don’t like you because you’re rude and cocky.” You plopped yourself down on the bed, crossing your arms and sitting up straight.
“Well, I don’t like you cos you’re a flat-out bitch. I know you hate me cos our first time meeting didn’t go as smoothly as I imagined, but you didn’t even give me a chance to redeem myself!”
“I did! I have! I’ve given you so many windows of opportunities but each time, you screw up somehow! It’s not my fault you’re oblivious to everything! I’m not going to get down on my knees for you-”
“At least buy me dinner before offering to give me a blowie.”
“-Shut up, you know what I mean. Everyone’s putty in your hands because you’re Harry Styles! And it’s so annoying, I just don’t get it! Not to mention, there was this one time where I had reservations with a date to that fancy Italian place downtown, but when I called, they told me you had taken my spot! I had to cancel my date because of you! I haven’t been out on a date in like, five months!”
“He was a shitty person, you should be thankful! Why would you even wanna date someone who works at a stupid bookstore?!”
“Cos he was nice, unlike some people I know!”
“Why can’t you jus’ let me take you out for some dinner?!” There was a moment of silence in which the two of you continued to glare at each other.
“Why would I let you do that?”
“Cos you wanna go to that Italian place, and I’m craving spaghetti. So it’s a win-win.” Harry cleared his throat, his cheeks brightening slightly.
“I can’t afford the prices-”
“Obviously I would pay for everything, you dummy.” It was only then that it clicked in your head. Harry had just asked you out on a date. Well, this changed everything.
“You’re the dummy.” You murmured, pushing your bottom lip out in a pout. “I’m only going to do this for the free food.” You lied, standing up from the bed. “But, like, we should probably not let Y/F/N and Liam find out about this dumb dinner thing because it’s not even a big deal.” Harry nodded in agreement, clearing his throat afterward.
“Alright, alright.” A smile ghosted over his features before he spoke up. “So… I’ll pick you up around eight?”
Maybe you two didn’t hate each other as much as you thought you did.
Scraping an update together is a bit tough right now, since I’m mainly dealing with plotty and behind-the-scenes sort of stuff, but look! I made a a revamp to the “health” bar from the demo so that it looks a little more polished, hopefully, and also sits at least a little bit further out of the way. Also little balloon animation for when you lose (Or gain) points.
I also went and got a multiple parallax script running and man, I like it waaay better:
This script makes my dinner and does my taxes and tucks my children into bed at night. I love it. I love you, multiple parallax. Where have you been all my game-making life.
Sorry for the shitty gif quality but my computer’s not wanting to cooperate, so it’s a bit stuttery. Anyhow! I’m also finished with (most) of the revisions to the first part of chapter 2, so there’s some progress. I’ll try to keep everyone updated.
— just wow. I hit 1k followers just about five months ago and last night i actually reached that 2k milestone
🎉 I’m a little bit speechless, because i never thought that so many people would enjoy and love those shitty edits of mine and would actually want to talk to me about my fave characters, my life and literally just anything? It’s amazing and i’m beyond grateful for all of the support and appreciate each and everyone of you; especially my lovely mutuals. And even though all of this is still beyond me, i wanted to give the following people a big and plushy shoutout! Thanks for following and i love you, guys!
of course my sweet parabatai has to be the first person on my list that’s going to be mentioned
— i don’t make the rules. mags, you lovely human being. i don’t think i can put my feelings for you into words that actually make sense, but i’m going to try. you’re one of the most amazing people i ever got to meet and i’m beyond grateful for your existence. we’re basically the same person which, let’s be honest, sometimes creeps the shit out of us, but at the end of the day that’s probably one of the reasons why i love you as much as i do. you share my love for harry shum jr and don’t even get me started on necks and collarbones and all the thirst (yes, we need some holy water, babe.) you also share my love for poetry and prose and you’re one of those people i can talk to about literally anything. you talk to me about life changing decisions, drag me for my typos, encourage and support me to be the best version of myself, send me cute pictures of your kitties to cheer me up, send me funny memes and videos, bless my day with your beautiful selfies and most importantly you’re always there for me. and you always make sure that i never forget about that. i’m honoured to be your friend and i love you so much!
DAMN GURL is the first thing that comes to my mind when i think about you, brooke. you’re not only one of the most beautiful and sweet girls i have ever seen (please never ever stop sending me those gorgeous selfies!) but also one strong and genuinely kind and caring person. you’re like a little sister to me, except for the fact that i’m the vodka mom friend™ and your mom would probably kick me out within two weeks :’) i love that you speak your mind and how enthusiastic you are when you talk about the things you love. you’re so open minded, share my sense of humour and i can have those 3AM kinda conversations with you at any time of the day. i’m so so glad that you’re a part of my life and that i’m able to call you my fufe. i love you! … and don’t forget the fact that, if someone were to hurt you, i’d fly over to the US in a second to wreak vengeance for you c; #lol
where do i start when it comes to you, yael? god. i remember the day i saw that you followed me and how i instantly freaked out for a second and had to remind myself that i’m an adult and that we fangirl in silence c; you were and always will be one of the editors i admire the most. you’re so incredibly talented
— and i’m not only talking about gifs and editing in general, even tho i always get those heart eyes when i see you posted another one of those gorgeous sets of yours. but you’re also seriously talented in cheering me up when i’m at my worst and you make me feel like i can talk to you about anything. it doesn’t matter if it’s just fangirling and fandom talk or those moments when my anxiety is rising and it feels like it’s crushing me down; you’re there. and i can’t tell you how grateful i am for that. you’re such a kind, strong and intelligent woman and you inspire me. i love it when you talk about your religion and traveling, share your personal stories and expierences with me and the fact that i can still learn so much from you. please, don’t ever change and please, take me to jerusalem and show me the city. i love you so much!
you’re the cutest little bean on this planet, brie. thank you so much for instantly writing me when i posted your blograte — we might’ve never talked if you didn’t, because i’m a shy chicken and i seriously wouldn’t want to miss you and our conversations for the world. you have a thing for poetry, just like me and are a quite talented poet yourself (even though you don’t always see that yourself) and i’m amazed at how much talent and kindness you carry in your heart and brain. the second we started talking i knew that i had made a new friend, because that’s how you treated me from the start, even though we didn’t really know each other at the time. you’re such a warm and loving person and way too precious for my anxious ass; seriously. i love your honesty, your humour, your love for stephen king and the stories about your family (#zwetschgenknödel are the best 😉) and how you’re not someone who’s quick to judge others and always makes sure the people around you are feeling welcome and good. i know you tend to underestimate yourself and that we haven’t talked that much lately, but please let me tell you that you’re an awesome human being and that you can do absolutetly everything you put your mind to. you don’t have to hide your talents, mein mädchen. i love you!
it feels like i’m an open book to you, mel, but i love that feeling. when i’m talking to you i feel genuinely understood and most importantly safe. i don’t have to think about something twice when i’m talking to you, because i know i can be completely honest. you’re so open minded and i love that we share an interest and passion in other cultures and religions. if we could, we’d probably travel the whole world! i also love it when you send me poems and little texts that made you think of me, ramble in your tags and how we’re just on the same wavelength. you’re so unapologetically yourself (and that’s a gorgeous self btw!) and i admire that so much. even though we haven’t talked that much lately, it’s always a blessing to know and see you on my dash. you make me smile and i love you! (that’s a #leveup for our friendship, right? c; )
➸ i want to throw puppies at you because you’re so perfect it frustrates me #absolutefaves | | blessed by your existence ➸ listed in no particular order
I’m back with my second follow forever. A lot of things have changed since my first follow forever, both positively and negatively. I have been heavily demotivated to continue this blog, due to certain things that have happened, such as the nsfw tag issue in addition to my emotional outbreak a while ago. However… a bunch of you have encouraged me that everything will be okay, and you will all be patiently waiting for my return if I do manage to take a break to cool out and let my blog rest for a bit.
Lol but guys, I love making gifs THAT much. There’s basically no way I’m gonna give up this blog lmao. Content creating is an important aspect that brings the fandom together, and being able to be included in this community of content creators makes me feel warm and cosy. I love seeing my dash filled up with these exquisite creations.
I just want to thank everyone who has supported this blog, and everyone who has appreciated my content. It really does motivate me to create better gifs for all of you.
This follow forever would be a little different, it’s gonna be similar to a blog rec and I’ll be grouping blogs together based on their respective biases/who their blog is based more on. All the blogs I’ve included here are blogs I 100% recommend everyone to follow, as they’re run by dedicated people and they produce A+ content.
If there’s 🥑 beside your name, that means i have a little message for you under the cut ^^ avocados cuz woojin’s avocado shirt was so fucking cute, i was gonna actually buy it but they don’t ship internationally fml, and why does it feel like i’m writing a love letter to all of you lmao + the amazing WOOJINGLES™ fam, I’ve also got a message for y’all under the cut as well :P
summary: after Felicity, Dinah, and Thea take out the trash… Oliver gets wind of it and has a few words for his ex-fiance a/n: because i got asked a few times for a follow up… but uh i’m not sure what happened near the end
Oliver couldn’t believe what was happening. First, his girlfriend had started to threaten and then blackmail him. He was hurt, betrayed, and most of all angry. She had been someone he thought he could trust. Someone that he could have really cared for. He gave her a chance even after what happened with his sister. Maybe he had been clinging to the idea that there’s good in everyone a little too tightly. He wanted to believe that everyone had a light somewhere inside of him, but as he tried to pick up the pieces he realized that not everyone is worth his trust.
As if that weren’t enough, he caught Susan, trying to leave something for him at the office. She tried to get away from him quickly, but he wouldn’t let her leave without at least a few words. When he saw what was inside the envelop she tried to leave at the front desk and the bruises on her face, he started to feel a little nauseous.
“Who did this to you?” he asked, setting the envelope filled with the money she had taken from him on his desk.
“It’s not important. You weren’t supposed to see me,” she backed up towards the door, “I’m leaving… that’s it. I won’t bother you again.”
It was then that Thea walked in and Susan practically yelped. He looked at his sister, who simply shrugged, and then back to Susan.
“You can leave,” he watched her scurry out of the office. Letting out a sigh, he turned to Thea again, “What was that about?”
disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its character’s, only the plot in which i write.
Dean couldn’t help it. He knew it was hypocritical of him to be doing this when he had gotten on to Cas about it a thousand times over from the day he met him to this very day. But the ex-angel was— dare he say it— breathtaking in moments like this.
His face was lax, completely rid of what looked like an almost always pained expression. He didn’t look so tense anymore, what with how he was turned on his side, facing Dean as he slept, and slightly curled in on himself. His hand was resting beside his head on the pillow where his head rested, twitching a bit in reaction to what Dean assumed was a dream of some sort; eyes moving behind his lids.
The wrinkles on his forehead, and entire face in general, looked smoothed out, making the man look younger than he really was now that he wasn’t permanently making a face that was practically blank but very nearly a frown.
Cas’ hair and outfit was amiss to its usual tidiness. Not that he was wearing all of his usual attire or had his, what Dean liked to call sex hair, well kept. The Winchester had convinced him, somehow, to at least take off his shoes, trenchcoat, and black jacket underneath it before the man finally hit the hay and succumbed to the call of sleep he so desperately tried to avoid as much as he could before he passed out unwillingly from exhaustion.
Castiel had told him it was nothing, but Dean knew better than that. Of course he did. This was Cas, he liked to think he knew him a little more than he let on sometimes. Dean assumed it was nightmares. Cas has seen a lot throught his millenia of existence, and, now that he was human for the time being, it would be a little odd for him to not experience at least a few nightmares in his dreams. He was a hunter too, Dean remember, and being a hunter didn’t exactly come without the oh so lovely luxury of suffering in your sleep as well as being awake.
Dean frowned at that. Why did life had to be so fucking cruel? Couldn’t it give them a damn break every once in a while? If anyone deserved it, it was definitely them.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, and, soon enough, Castiel’s blue eyes flew open wide, quickly taking a sitting position on his bed, hand clutching the pillow that had been resting there a minute ago with a strength that should have tore the god awful casing on the pillow; breathing coming a bit more shallow and faster through his nose.
Dean tore his gaze away from Cas, as if to not let the other know he had been staring.
The Winchester sat up easily, looking at Cas with concern.
“You okay there, Cas?” His voice was quiet, trying to mind that Sam was in the room right next to them and could probably hear them in the shitty motel they were in for the time being.
Cas swerved his head in Dean’s direction, now, visibly sagging in relief when he saw the man was okay.
“Yes, Dean, I’m fine.” Cas sighed, running a hand over his face to rid it of any grogginess or left over panic.
Dean arched an eyebrow at that. Cas knew Dean was aware of how that was absolute bullshit.
Rolling his eyes, Dean scooted over on his bed, moving over to the other side of it and lifting the blankets.
“Come on, Cas. You need to actually sleep instead of waking up and just staying up until me or Sam get up. It’s not good for you and it’s definitely not helping us on this hunt.”
“You and Sam do it all the time.”
Dean snorted. Trust the no longer angel to make witty comments at this god forsaken hour. He didn’t fall into Cas’ attempt to distract him from the matter though. This has happened far too often for Dean’s liking, but who was he to not make sure the people he cared about were okay? He’d done this for Sammy plenty of times when they were younger. Why couldn’t he do it with Cas too? If it worked, hey, he wasn’t complaining. Especially when it got Cas to get a good night’s sleep and they could get the hunt done and over with in no time and Castiel wasn’t a grumpy ass the entire time. It lead to getting back to the bunker faster after all and they could all sleep in their own beds. That on itself was an automatic plus.
Huffing in faux annoyance, Cas flung his own blankets off of himself, rising to his feet and padding over to Dean’s motel bed, sliding underneath the still lifted blanket, and laying down.
“Come here, dumbass.” Dean said exhasperatedly, tugging Cas closer to him. The nightmares wouldn’t keep at bay unless Cas was curled up close to someone, that someone fortunately being Dean.
The only thing Dean recieved in response was a grunt and Castiel doing as he was told; head resting on Dean’s bicep where it lay as a pillow for him and one of his hands clutching onto Dean’s shirt.
If Sam had saw them do this any other time, he never said anything, and that was enough for them to keep resorting to this form of comfort.
And, hell, maybe it was a little more than just comfort, but none of them had admitted it to each other, nor themselves, but that was okay. Maybe when things weren’t so damn complicated they could figure things out, but, for now, this was enough.
Soon enough, however, Castiel’s breathing had long since evened out, signaling that he had fallen back asleep once more, hand loose on Dean’s shirt and merely resting on his chest now.
The green eyed man turned his head, trying not to jostle Cas too much as he tried to adjust himself to get more comfortable, and looked at Cas, sleeping soundly.
He was so relaxed. And Dean swore it made his soul sing to be the only one to see it.
“Everyone, let’s raise a glass to toast the future bride and groom!”
Around the room, glasses of champagne were being raised into the air. “Cheers!”
Bucky Barnes didn’t raise his glass. He stood in the corner of the room wishing that he was anywhere but there. It would’ve been obvious if he hadn’t shown up though. The rest of the team were around having fun. Bucky, on the other hand, was absolutely miserable.
“Negan, open your eyes!”
He felt fingertips tracing across his beard, then into his lips, strands of hair tickling his chest and neck, he slowly opened his eyes , he saw your face leaning towards his, softly smiling, he extended his hand and reached your face, his digits touching your soft lips .
“Hey baby!” He smiled till his dimples digged in his cheeks, and you smiled back at him. He didn’t break eye contact with you, but he frowned when you stood up and walked away , he called your name but you didn’t answer, you just disappeared in the darkness.
“Y/n!! Y/n !! Where you’re going? Y/n!!”
“Negan! Negan wake up!!”
Hands shook Negan’s body, he groaned as he opened his eyes ,the bright daylight was looming over his face , he woke up and looked to see who snapped him out of his sweet dreams , he hoped it was you! Unlike what he expected, it was Arat. He scoffed as he blinked his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the light. He briefly covered his face as he shifted on the couch in the back room in Jane’s.
“You were dreaming I suppose, I never took you as a talker in your sleep! ” Arat giggled and took the blanket off of him then she tossed it aside.
“I made you breakfast Negan, come on!” She put a tray on a small table in front of him, but Negan shook his head.
“No thanks! I can’t eat! Do you have painkillers, my head fucking aches!!” He slowly massaged his temple.
“Yeah sure!” Arat went to another room then she came back with a small bottle, she handed him a pill, which he swallowed without water. He groaned again as he stood up.
“Ugh fuck!! My fucking back sores too!”
“Sorry about that Negan, this couch is not as comfortable as yours!” Arat chuckled as she headed to the door.
“No it’s cool! Look thanks for the breakfast but I gotta go !” Negan followed Arat out.
“yeah! But please don’t do anything stupid, ok? Just figure shit out before you do something! This won’t be easy for the four of you!!! It’s life changing, Negan! Make good decisions! ” she patted at his shoulder.
Negan could only give her a quick nod and got in his car to head back home.
You rubbed your eyes trying to wipe the heavy sleep from them, you could hardly open them after last night. You thought you went blind after all that crying, you thought your heart would stop beating after all that pain . You thought you’ll never be able to wake up ever again.
Last night you came back to the house at 4:am , you made Jack talk to you on the phone for hours while you sat under an oak tree in some neighborhood, you’re lucky people didn’t suspect you as a stalker or a homless, but it was better than being in that house, you didn’t want to go back , you were so scared you’d see Negan still making rough wild love to his wife, so you opted to stay out . After spending hours talking to Jack , you found your feet dragging you back to your aunt’s house , fingers crossed that you won’t run into anyone of them. God answered your prayers, and without looking to that damn couch you headed to your room on your tiptoes. You stared at the ceiling, as you replayed last night’s events in your head, you tightly closed your eyes when you remembered how Negan fucked Lucille, you squeezed both of your hands on your ears so you won’t hear the pants they made . You rolled over in your bed but neither closing your eyes nor plugging your fingers in your ears helped in getting rid of Negan and Lucille’s voices and images .
You could only think that they fucked all night, that he gave it to her over and over and finished what they started in their bedroom, they probably still doing it right now.
Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing ,
You sat up straight on the bed then threw your blanket off and grabbed your phone, you checked it and it was Jack calling.
You sighed, and closed your eyes for a moment to gather yourself together, then you exhaled.
“Hello!” You raspily said.
“Oh hi y/n, hope I didn’t wake you up or something! ” Jack’s voice came through the phone as soft as possible.
“Oh no, I woke up a while ago!”
“Um.. would you open the door for me? I knocked and rang the bell but nobody answered the door!”
You got off your bed and opened your window, then you leaned and saw his car.
“Oh you’re here! Umm… just a sec , I’ll open the door! ” .
As you were passing by Negan and Lucille ’s room, you slowed the pace and glanced to the closed door and you wondered if they’re still asleep. oh what if he’s screwing her brains out now , the thought annoyed you but somehow aroused you, damn he’s so skilled at sex and the way he bucks his hips back and forth and…. you pinched your arm just to shake these thoughts off your mind. Then you quickened your footsteps , and headed downstairs and opened the door for Jack.
“Morning !” Jack charmingly smiled as he pulled you to him and placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Morning, Jack!” You blushed, you didn’t want him to kiss you, even if it was just on your cheek, at least not just yet.
You became his girlfriend few hours ago what’s the rush for. It’s because you wanna take your time or that’s how you wanted to convince yourself, but deep inside you knew it’s because of something or better yet someone else.
“So, why don’t you get ready! I’ll wait here!” Jack uttered as he took a seat.
You raised your brows in confusion and mumbled.
“Please don’t tell me you forgot! Last night when we talked on the phone! We agreed to go in our first date, and spend the whole day together! ” He reminded.
You completely forgot about that, to be honest you didn’t focus on any word he said. Your mind , soul and heart were with Negan at that time, you felt that pain again as if your ribs are piercing through your heart. You wished you could be with him, his arms gently squeezing around your waist.
“So?!” Jack brought you back from your daydream state.
“Uh.. sure ok, give me a minute! ” you nodded and without waiting for what he has to say , you went back to your room. You tried as hard as you could to hold in your tears, you regretted your hasty decision. Why did you have to be his girlfriend? You have zero feelings for him!!! Messed up part is that he’s Negan’s cousin! !! But who could blame you!! Makin decisions when getting emotional is like making them when you’re drunk! Stupid and life wrecking. You had it coming, you thought.
Jack felt a little bored waiting for you.
“Give me a minute she said!” He scoffed.
He stood up and went to the kitchen, then he opened the fridge and grabbed the lemonade bottle , he poured himself a glass.
“Getting fucking comfortable!”
A voice blurted from behind, startled him, he spit the sip of lemonade he took.
He instantly turned around.
“Jesus Christ! Negan what the hell!” Jack grabbed a napkin and wiped the lemonade off his shirt.
“Is..uh..Lucille around? ” Negan lifted his eyes up the stairs.
“Uh… I didn’t see her!! Were you out? You look a little shitty man!” Jack eyed him up and down .
“Yeah, I spent the night out, I fucking had a fight with Lucille! ”
“What? Why? ”
“Don’t think about it, you know how women fucking act! So what brought you here, it’s only 9:00 am man!” Negan squinted his eyes on Jack , he thought of the worse.
“You spent the night here??” He added.
“No!!! I didn’t, I just got here, I’m gonna take y/n out!”
Negan ’s chest clenched but he kept his features unreadable, he pulled a chair and sat down.
“Uh, now?” His lips twitched as he did his best to form a fake smile.
“Yeah, we’re gonna spend the day together, I’ll take her to our first date, on a yacht! I rent one for a day!” He excitedly grinned.
Negan gulped, his jaws tightened and he clenched his hands into a fist. As much as he wanted to punch Jack on the face and tell him and his cliché gestures to fuck off , he struggled to keep his tone and body language under control.
“Uh..wh-what do you mean first date?”
“Last night we just talked and got to know each other, but then after I drove y/n home, she called and told me that she’ll gladly be my girlfriend! Man I’m so excited! She’s not like any of the other girls I met before! ”
Negan could feel his heart sinking in his stomach, he felt used, after that you showed him you’re interested in him, after giving in for him, after that talk and hot make out in the ladies room, you decided to choose Jack over him!!! He’s the one who thought that he can face the whole world for you, that he’ll declare his love for you and confess it in front of Lucille and Jack. He was ready to lose his wife and cousin for you, destroy his marriage and friendship for you , he was willing to sacrifice everything for you, risk it all and give it all up just for you. He felt his throat dried up , he felt so stupid ! How could a little girl play him like that. Make him head over heels!! He thought so what?? all you wanted was sex, and nothing else mattered to you? And once you found a younger and wealthier boy, you just threw him away like some used tissue? So that’s probably how Lucille felt when he cheated on her! This is how it feels to be betrayed and underestimated.
“Ok I’m ready!!” Your voice came from distance, it snapped him out of his thoughts, he lifted his sad eyes to you, you were wearing a see through dress with spaghetti straps, he could slightly see your black lace lingeries, your sexy appearance took him off guard, and blood boiled in his head at the thought that you were wearing that for Jack. He figured you were playing the same strategy of when you showed him your bra and undies for the first time. He felt so mad and helpless, his hands were never tied like this. But now , to him you’re the little slut who used him for her pleasure.
You stopped walking once your eyes laid on him, you frowned your brows and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat then you decided to do something that could ease your anger, to get back at him, to vengeance your dignity that was walked over by Negan the second he had sex with Lucille after that love and jealousy show he gave you in the club.
You pulled Jack to you and crashed your lips on his purdy ones, Jack moaned in your mouth, the kiss was unexpected but he loved it, lips fused in a hot and wet kiss while your hands snaked around his neck , and your nails playfully scratching the back of his head.
Negan’s jaws fell, and his eyes widened at the sight of you melting in other man’s arms. He felt pain in his heart. He blinked many times when he felt tears stinging in his eyes. You and Jack broke from the kiss, and you teasingly wiped his lips that got a little lipstick on them, your chest heaved because of all that adrenaline rushing through your veins.
Then you turned to Negan and smirked.
“We gotta go, tell Lucille I might get home late tonight! ” you winked at him and literally dragged Jack out of there leaving Negan speechless.
So sorry about this short part, but my weekend was busyyyy and I thought of writing a little one better that nothing lol
Requested - yes and I loved this request like so much.
Warnings - you’ll never be prepared.
1 in the morning and here I am sitting in a booth in the corner of a run down pub. Almost like the one on Shameless, the Alibi? Whatever it was considered it was small but crowded. I held my beer to my lips watching the bodies move around like ants scrambling from a fire.
Why am I here? I ask myself again and again but my sight always looks at my best friend over at the bar taking shots. It was her last night of being a ‘engaged’ woman and by tomorrow we’ll both be made up to look like this night never happened.
“You have to come dance with me Y/N.” Y/BFF/N whined grabbing your hand basically begging you. You shook you head taking your hand back from her. “You have to do it at least once before we leave .”
She turned on her heals and walked away from me. Scenes like this always made me self conscience. Sitting here in my black dress with a slit in the side revealing my upper thigh. The straps thick but revealed the tattoos marking up my left arm completely while the other was bare . the dress compliments my curves greatly but I still felt eyes all over me.
One set of eyes caught mine as I looked over toward the bar to see my friend. I didn’t but I saw him. I felt my body have to catch my breath but not enough to say he took my breath away. I watched as his friend caught my gaze as well whispering to him causing him to smile. He got up from his stool and made his way to me, something I didn’t expect but I did want it.
“Here we go.” I smirked as he sat next to me in the booth. “ Don’t plan on staying if you don’t plan on learning my name.” I casually say looking over at him sipping my beer.
“Feisty ?” He raised his eyebrows and his beer. “Jacob.”
“Not interested?” You copy him and let out and unexpected giggle. “Y/N. but you might not remember that when your trying to get in my pants.”
“You’re not wearing pants.” He eyed me up and down and started laughing.
“Aaah ya got me there Jacob you got me there.” I take another drink of my beer finishing it down to the bottom. “What do you want anyway?”
“My friend over there” he pointed to the man that was whispering to him. “Told me to stop being a bump on a log and come talk to you.”
“What is he expecting?” I lean over trying to make this conversation look good as his friend watched up from a far. I could feel Jacob look at me as I leaned in but with interest rather than lust.
He stared at me for a minute pulling on the show for his friend. Jacob gave me a little smirk before looking back at his beer and taking another drink. I noticed it was half full and after his drink I take it from him and take a drink myself. He watched me as I stared back at him drinking his beer.
“You have shitty taste in beer.” I set his beer down and wipe my mouth. He laughed and took his beer back. We sat in silence for a minute but he was staring at me that whole minute.
“You have a lot of tattoos.” He grabbed my left arm and started tracing the ink that stained my skin. “I like this one”
He pointed to the one on my forearm of a skull melting into a rose. The colors twisted into my skin complimenting the color. “Very creative.”
“Drew It myself.” I smiled down at it proud of my work. letting him trace the roses it sent tingles down my spine. I looked up and saw Y/BFF/N laying on the table a few tables away. You sigh to yourself actually having a good time. “That’s my queue.”
I nudge my head to her and Jacob follows my gaze seeing her sprawled on the table. He looks at me kind of longing for me not to go. I grabbed his hand a scribbled down my number.
I shimmied myself out of the seat him watching my every move. Going to my friend waking her up and dragging her to the car. Before I get in the car I run back inside and come face to face with Jacob.
“I’ll be at The Ski Lodge on top of Mount Charleston in the banquet hall. Be there at 3pm tomorrow and wear a suit.” You scribble down the information on a clean napkin shoving it into his front pocket getting closer to him teasing him slightly and walking away with pride.
Imagine - Cas finding
out about your self harm scars
Word Count – 1052
Pairing – Cas x Reader
Warnings – Mentions of self harm, self hatred.
“Damn it! Ouch..” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your
wrist. “Is everything okay, y/n?” Cas asked from behind. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.
Wrists still healing from when I sprained it on the last hunt.” Cas took his
hands and placed them over your wrist gently, trying not to cause you any more
paint than you’re already in. “Oh no Cas, you don’t have to heal me I’m fine.”
Your heart raced, remembering that’s the wrist with your self harm scars on it.
Before you could say anything else your sleeve rolled up, showing what you did
to yourself. Cas stood in shock and gave you a confused look.
“What is this? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rubbing his
thumb over them while you flinched away. “It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled,
looking away from him. “Well it matters to me, y/n. Who hurt you? Does Sam and
Dean have to –“ You cut him off. “I did.” He didn’t answer and just stood
confused. “I hurt myself, Cas.” “I..I thought humans were supposed to avoid
getting hurt.” ‘Yeah, well some people just deserve the pain, Castiel.” You
snapped, turning your back and walking back to your room.
You sat down slowly on your bed, sitting and thinking of
what just happened. Sam and Dean found out about your self harm scars awhile
back, realizing you always wore long sleeved clothes even if it was 100 degrees
out. They got mad at first, but finally understood and promised not to tell
Cas. The sound of your door knowing got you out of your thoughts. “y/n please,
can I come in?” Cas mumbled behind the door. “It’s open.” You said softly,
running your hands through you hair. He opened the door and closed it quietly.
He walked over and sat next to you, bringing you into a big hug while you
“I may not understand much about humans, but I can tell you’re
hurting, y/n. Why are you hurting?” He asked softly. You sighed and stood up,
thinking of what to say. “Have you ever felt guilty for someone’s death? I
have. A million, million times. All those people we weren’t able to save on
those past hunts? They were my fault. Maybe I took to much time doing my makeup
and getting ready, causing us to be late, I don’t know. I also left my family
for this life, Cas. I left my parents, my brother and sister.. You know what my
dad told me? He told me don’t call. Don’t come and visit, don’t wonder about
us, don’t drag us with you. I used to be
daddy’s little girl, and now it’s gone. I left my family, for this SHITTY life.
This waking up every morning and wondering if this will be my last day, if this
will be my last meal, my last shower, my last time seeing you and the boys…
hell I wonder everyday if this will be the last time I ever see Sam, Dean AND
YOU. I can’t lose you boys, ever. You guys are ALL I have. Not to help I think
I’m fucking hideous, you and the guys are like sex gods and I’m a potato. I’m a
failure, a stupid failure..” You looked down, sniffling and wiping the tears
away. “I just want to be happy, Cas. I want to be me again. I want us all to be
safe and happy and it’s like that’s to much to ask.”
Cas stood up and hugged you tightly again, so tight you
thought you were going to pop. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and
cupped your cheek. You looked up and noticed his eyes were watery too, was he
He looked down and kissed you lightly, not knowing if you
would kiss back but when you did he deepened the kiss, feeling all of the
butterflies in his stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped
his around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. “I might’ve not
been able to save you before, but I promise I’ll try my best to save you till
the end of time.” Cas said softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “Those
death’s were not your fault, y/n. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, none of
us could. Just remember you have saved more people then people who have died on
those hunts, okay? For your family, that was their fault for throwing you out
like that. They chose to not let you call or visit them. That was their
mistake, because anyone would be lucky to be around and talk to you. I thank
the lord every day for bringing you into my life. Same for Sam and Dean. Also
you are no where near! ugly. You are beautiful, the most beautiful human being
I’ve ever seen. You make me feel warm and happy inside. Whenever I’d see you my
heart would beat harder and harder, and my cheeks would get … pink? Dean would
always make fun of me and call it blushing, so I guess that. Just your slightest
touch gives me shivers, and oh my I don’t know how I could hide my feelings for
so long.” He stopped and took your hand in his, then looked at you with a
smile. “I know this life is hard, I know we will have hard times, but as long
as I have you by my side, I’m okay.” He finished his speech by kissing your
scars gently, making your heart skip beats as you watched and smiled, feeling a
few tears roll down your cheeks but it wasn’t sad tears, it was happy.
You and Cas didn’t realize Sam and Dean standing in the door
way with tears in their eyes and a smile on their face. “Oh.. did you two hear
all of that?” Cas asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Every
single bit, we’re so happy for you both.” Sam smiled, giving you and Cas a hug.
“I told you you’d win her, buddy.” Dean smiled, hugging you both also. “I’m a
lucky winner.” Cas smiled to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and
kissing you softly while Sam and Dean made fake gagging noises in the
background, but you didn’t care. You were happy, finally.
.:Imagine Luke being protective over you:.
Request for anon
Gif not mine
Merry Christmas everyone!!! :D
The rebels were in between bases. Evacuating one and settling in the other before the Imperial Fleet could take them out.
Y/N and Luke were helping evacuate as much as they could. Running back and forth, helping people get on their way to safety. It was a trait Luke admired about Y/N. Her willingness to step up and help as much as she can.
Tension was in the air so thick, that you could slice through it. Y/N and Luke quickly passed by each other. Luke gave her a small smile, and she made a very amusing face at him, then ran past. Luke tried to fight off the smile, creeping up on his face. But in his trying, he failed. Y/N was always one to make everyone feel better, no matter the situation.
You could say that he loved her.
He would do anything to keep her out of danger.
Luke shook the thoughts of her out of his head so he could stay focused on the situation at hand.
Then he heard them the stormtroopers. He rushed forward to grab the last remaining supplies, and get out of there fast. He put them onto the ship, and raced back towards the Millenium Falcon, where he and Han and the gang could high tail it out of there. Y/N would be going with her friends. To safety. Hopefully.
Do you think she needs help? Do I need to find h-
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw many red lasers fly by while hearing the white troopers coming closer.
He started for the Falcon when he bumped into someone, falling to the ground. It was Y/N.
“Y/N what are you doing we have to go.” he said frantically, helping the woman off of the chilled ground.
“What about everything else?” Y/N asked. “Is everything that we need all ready?” She asked looking around. The lasers flying closer then ever, one just barely missing Luke’s head. (Oh you stormtroopers and your shitty aim.)
“Yes. Let’s go. Come on!” He lightly grabbed her arm as they raced towards the hangar with all the ships.
While running, Y/N grabbed out her blaster, just in case. Luke subconsciously slid his hand in her hers and held her hand tight.
Then he heard it. The blast. A trooper shot Y/N in her side.
She let out a yell and fell down, clutching her side that was bleeding oh so heavily. “Shit…” She breathed lightly. The troopers were so close.
Luke quickly lifted her up into arms. His mind frantically trying to process what had happened.
Not Y/N. Please not her. Don’t take her. Please!
She passed out in his arms and he carried her on board the Falcon.
He ran into Leia. “Help me please.” She quickly nodded and helped them down to where they could address Y/N’s wound.
Luke was breathing so heavy. Y/N began to shake in his arms. Shock? Blood loss? He didn’t know and he didn’t want to know. He was so scared.
They lay her down on a table and quickly began to address the damage.
“What’s wrong? Is she gonna be okay?” Luke asked. Leia put a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be okay, Luke.” He nodded and began to help Leia.
Luke sat by Y/N and held her cold hand in his warm one. He wouldn’t dare leave her side, afraid that if he did, something would happen to her. Holding her hand to his mouth, he pressed soft kisses into it and whispered comforting things softly. He didn’t know if it was meant to comfort him or her more.
Y/N woke up harshly, coughing and confused. Luke reacted fast. He removed the oxygen mask off her her beautiful face and ran his hand down the side of it.
“Hey, hey Y/N. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re on the Falcon. You’re safe.”
Y/N began to cry and it killed him to see her like this.
“Hey it’s okay. Don’t be sad. I won’t let anything happen to you okay?” Luke said, running his hand through her sweat soaked hair.
She closed her eyes and nodded softly, suddenly feeling tired. “Thank you Luke.”
“Anytime Y/N” He kissed her forehead softly, and started to fall asleep himself. “I promise, I will keep you safe. I love you.”
Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!
Pairings : Negan x Lucy
Type : slowburn
Warnings : language- Negan being an asshole- violence
not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and
Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now
and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.
“Oh come on!
Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every
picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only
picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”
ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your
“I…. well, like
once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and
I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”
what it sounds like.” You sigh.
Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because
I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy
is really attractive.”
this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she
gave you about every 2 weeks.
“I know he
is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one
lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this
talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you
that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past
relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel
the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that
Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face
a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you
tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took
me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little
favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and
took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got
tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.
not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you
what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean
if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but
he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he
cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m
your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and
you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward,
and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose
you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you
would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being
clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy.
Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he
does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to
risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have
such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”
there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she
had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain
because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other
time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.
here. I’m just….”
what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the
being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”
mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that
way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But
what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”
She laughs. “You’re
kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really
IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it,
that’s love Y/N.”
know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re
okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you
met Andy versus how many you had before?”
“I mean, a
lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when
he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for
me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”
that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”
“I gu- I…. I
think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to
give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t
want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the
guessing I’ll know when.”
it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright?
ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”
You hang up
and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a
hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship
with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You
were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of
shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew
you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life
and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and
be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a
the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You
press the green answer button.
you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you
feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.
bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”
“Awh, well I’m
free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”
sounds great, what at?”
Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”
great, see you then.”
You hang up
and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans
you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.
pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured
if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in
first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you
been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the
doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.
You hear the
bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks
in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.
He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.
He smiles. “So,
how was your day so far?”
down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you
know she goes on and on.”
one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and
heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.
her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a
little too jokingly and regret it.
mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.
the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.
too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your
queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking
“How do you
always make things sound so wrong?”
comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You
decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.
seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”
like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of
“She knows ‘em
when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when
they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see,
this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still
are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”
sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”
amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been
wrong about things like that yet.”
you think we might actually be soulmates?”
suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.
“I don’t know,
what about you?”
“I think we
totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.
“You’d be an
smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”
“I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”
“Oh c’mon, I
don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you
in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”
“But Y/N, I
AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”
help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from
talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his
car and turn towards him.
our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”
He sighs but
smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what
I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.
you actually talk about me to them?”
you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for
me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you
were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I
knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you
do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for
some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it
now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be
here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t
want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to
you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t
want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something
towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but
there. You know everything now.”
speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you
did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel…
and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but
quickly hugged back.
appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling
myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s
happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because
I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you
are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years
and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does
eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you
smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet
time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.
“So we’re official,
eh?” He jokes.
wait until y/f/n hears about this.”
the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.
probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally
didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like
though, feedback is appreciated.
disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, only the plot in which i write in.
Dean walked into the room, shrugging off a layer of many from his attire and throwing it aside onto the bed next him.
He stopped when he saw none other than Castiel sitting on the edge of said bed, head buried into his hands. He could barely make it out, but the Winchester swore he could hear shuddering breaths coming from the ex-angel, and it only confirmed his suspicions more when he saw the light trembling of shoulders with each and every stuttered breath.
Dean couldn’t help but to let his ever permanent frown deepen at that. Cas didn’t cry. Never in his entire time of knowing the man did he ever shed a damn tear or let on that he wanted to.
Although, he was human now, so it was probably opening up a lot of flood gates for him what with being able to feel the immense emotions wash over him completely. Being an angel had its perks he supposed, he’d give anything to be able to shove his emotions back down inside of him unless he wanted to feel them. Castiel couldn’t do that now, however, and Dean could only imagine what the hell Cas could be feeling right now.
In all of his millenia of existence, he’d probably gone through way more than what he’d merely gone through with the Winchester’s, but it was still a lot to take in, and this life probably only made it worse. Dean knew that of course. The hunters life sucked, any hunter could tell you that from the get go.
Yet, he couldn’t think of how in the actual hell he was supposed to comfort somebody without making it worse. Let alone a damn person that used to be an angel. That’s all Dean was usually good for when it came to support and advice. He’d fuck it up somehow, he knew.
Ah, fuck it. Better something than nothing at all, right?
Hesitantly, Dean took a few short strides across the room to where Castiel sat, taking a seat next to him and leaning his elbows on his knees to keep himself propped up as he kept on praying Cas didn’t move his hands away from his face; not wantng to see the distraught expression that he might find on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle that much.
“You alright, Cas?”
He got nothing in response but a frantic head shake, indicating that, no, he was most definitely not fine, but still refusing to tear his hands away from his face. Dean felt selfish for being grateful about that.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Okay, damn, what else was he supposed to do then?
“…Can I hug you?”
Dean Winchester didn’t do chick flick moments, that was very well known, but hugging didn’t count. Absolutely not.
There was a few seconds of silence before Cas shook his head ‘yes’, both of them moving at that to go in for a hug.
For a moment, Dean saw Cas’ face, where he had removed his hands, which was adorned with tears. His eyes looked to be bloodshot and swollen from crying, some parts of his face both pale and patched red.
Sighing, Dean scooted back farther onto the bed and motioned for Cas to come closer to him, manuvering them both until the ex-angel was sat beside him, legs draped across Dean’s before he nestled his face into the crook of the human’s neck. His arms wrapped around Dean unsurely, but was quickly reassured when Dean tugged him closer into his side and put his own arms around Cas.
Neither of the two men said a word after that, settling for the silence that blanketed the both of them in the room, aside from the occasional sniffle or shaky breathing coming from Cas.
Eventually, though, Dean found the silence nearly unbearable, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Castiel’s head before making Cas get up off of him so he could stand and make a beeline to his phone.
For once, he was glad that Sam had given him a speaker to plug his phone into, it made it a lot easier to do things like this.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he went straight to his music app and scrolled through the several songs he’d downloaded until he finally settled on one, hooking it up to the speaker that rested on his nightand beside the bed.
Cas didn’t look up until he heard the beginning of the song started playing through the speakers.
Dean walked back over to his boyfriend– if he could even call him that? he didn’t know what else to call it– and reached a hand out once he stopped in front of him, offering it to Cas. Fuck his “no chick flick moments” rule for now. Neither of them would mention this to another damn soul, probably not even each other, so what did it really matter, especially if this helped?
When the other didn’t catch on to what Dean was asking, looking up from the outstretched hand to green eyes that practically glowed in the dimly lit room, Dean spoke up once more.
“I, uh… Dance with me?” He asked tenatively, afraid that this was the wrong time for this and Cas would turn down his only means of how to comfort the ones he cared about.
This was the most calming thing he could think of (aside from quietoy singing), so, why not try it with one of the people he cared about most?
Cas looked a bit upset at that. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the right time after all. Maybe he had definitely messed it all up now and—
“I’m not sure how I should go about dancing. I’ve never really danced before, Dean.”
Internally sighing in relief, Dean let a small smile tug up at his lips, a look of understanding coming over his face.
“That’s alright, man, we won’t do anything too hard. Just do what I do. ’S that easy to catch onto, trust me.”
Castiel slowly reached out to take Dean’s hand in his own, rising to his feet when he felt Dean pull at his hands a bit. He followed after Dean as the man took a few steps back, placing the both of them a good distance from everything around them except each other.
As the first words began to be said throughout the speaker, Dean started to gently guide Cas’ hands up around him to where his elbows rested easily on his shoulders and so his hands could lock behind his neck before placing his own hands on Cas’ hips. He merely started swaying them back and forth after he’d gotten them both adjusted comfortably in their position.
“So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Dean mouthed silently to the words as the two men continued to gently sway side and side together, the tenseness started to ease out of the both of of their bodies as the song carried on.
“Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters.”
Slowly, but surely, Cas eventually ended up closer to Dean after the song was half way through, their bodies pressed against one another as they kept swaying to the song.
Their surroundings disappeared in this moment where it was only about them. The only thing that existed to them in that moment was the soft background and lyrics of the music wafting over them as they danced.
Castiel didn’t hide his face this time. He found it much more appealing to look up into the bright, candy-green eyes that were gazing into his own blue ones.
“So close no matter how far
It couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Neither of them quit their swaying by the time the music had ended. They still clung to each other, afraid to let go. This was a time that was the most peaceful, to them, the most they had ever had, a time they didn’t have to worry about anything but each other.
But, like all good things, it, of course, had to end. Still, neither broke apart, keeping joined at the hands, nearly clinging, as Dean turned his phone off and guided them back to the bed to lay down. As they lay down, they stayed as close to each other as physically possible, not wanting to ruin the calm serinity that surrounded them.
As they layed down, one of Dean’s arms went under the pillow they shared, his hand on his gun like always. He’d kill anything that thought it was going to bring harm to either of them while they were at such a calm like this. His other arm was around Cas, hand resting at the small of his back.
They fell asleep in each others’ arms like that, separately broken in their own ways, but together.
Your boyfriend’s band was in the studio just about every day and he would stay out all night, you hardly saw Slash. You thought since he had been working so hard and the apartment was such a mess that you would clean up around the place for the next time he made an appearance at home. Picking up and sorting all of Slash’s clothes you emptied the pockets of all the pants, you grabbed a pair of jeans and to your surprise you found a napkin with a girl’s number and name on it.
Without even thinking you hopped into your car and sped all the way to the studio; white knuckled on the steering wheel, with the napkin still in hand. You didn’t even know what you were going to say when you confronted your boyfriend, but you knew you had to do it sooner than later before it happened again. Walking into the studio you pushed through the doors; ignoring the puzzled looks on the guy’s faces, you made a beeline for Slash and shoved the napkin into his chest. “Wanna explain what this is?”
Slash rolled his eyes and gave an annoyed chuckle at you. “Y/N, I’m a rock star. Shit like this happens all the time, calm down. We’ll talk about this when I get home.” Slash proceeded to roughly slap your bottom, brushing this off like it was no big deal.
“Oh, really? If this happens all the time then why save this one in particular and bring it home? And we’ll talk about this at home must mean you plan on coming home, which you haven’t been unless you needed new clothing to go out and get drunk.” You snapped at him while you continued to ignore the shocked yet confused looks on the rest of the guys.
Getting inches away from your face, Slash locked eyes with you and you could tell they were filled with rage. “If I say it’s no fuckin’ big deal then it’s no big deal. You always gotta go and blow shit out of proportion, if I wanna call this chick then I will. You aren’t the boss of me, Y/N.”
You lightly shoved your boyfriend’s chest, making him lose his balance and bump into the wall. “Then it’ll be no big deal if I end things right here. We’re done, Slash.” In shock by your own audacious statement you whipped around to walk away until you felt Slash’s grip on your forearm, jerking you back towards him. In that moment everything was such a blur and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor covering your stinging face where Slash had struck you.
“Get up and sit the fuck down on the god damn couch!” Slash barked at you; his voice echoing off the studio walls, making you shudder as you complied with his demand. Izzy came to your aid immediately, looking at your now swelling cheek and eye before getting ice.
“Nice goin’ Slash, beatin’ up on your girl.” Izzy murmured as he pushed himself off the couch to get ice for you. Slash saw you mouth the words thank you to Izzy, making Slash even more infuriated as he had been previously. Lurching forward at you; Slash went to swing his fist at you, but before he could deliver the blow to your face Axl and Duff grabbed Slash and held him back while Steven yelled at you to get out.
Running out of the studio beating yourself up for bringing this up, you threw yourself down on the stairs outside. You heard footsteps approach behind you, making your skin crawl until you realized it was Izzy bringing your ice. “Here ya go, Y/N. Sometimes he’s got just as much of a temper as Axl, huh?”
Grimacing as you placed the ice pack on your face, you tried to put on a fake smile for Izzy. “I guess so, I’m sorry I barged in here like that. I had no right to; I probably ruined a pretty good recording day too.” Izzy shook his head and patted your back softly, staying there silently for any support you may need.
A few minutes of silence passed until you heard the distinct sound of Slash’s boots coming up behind the two of you. Izzy cleared his throat, patted your shoulder one last time, and stood up brushing off his pants. “I’ll give you some time alone; I’ll be just inside if you need me, Y/N.”
Slash slowly sat two steps below you, sitting there silently before letting out a deep sigh. “Y/N. We need to talk.”
You looked at the back of Slash’s head, staring at his messy spiral curls. “I know” you whispered as you slipped down to the same step Slash was on, still keeping your distance just in case his temper hadn’t fully faded.
“It just pisses me off that you don’t trust me, you never let me explain myself you just go off on me. I know it gives me no right to lash out at you like that, but c’mon Y/N we both know how ridiculous that was.” Slash tried looking at you, but a look of shame came over him when he saw your bruised and puffy face.
You nodded your head and scooted nearer to him so you could place your hand on his leg. “Slash, I was already upset that you’re barely home so I started cleaning for you. I didn’t know when you’d be home again, but I thought you’d like it if I did your laundry. You know how I am, when I’m upset I clean. When I found the napkin in your pocket it sent me over the edge, just tell me you had no intentions of doing anything with that number.”
Slash finally found it in himself to look at you, gently cupping your face and running his thumb up and down your swollen cheek. “Y/N, you’re the girl for me. I wouldn’t even think of calling her, not even for a second. I know I haven’t been home much lately; I’ve been a shitty boyfriend. That’s gonna change, I’m going to start being the man you deserve. You deserve more than me popping in and out, I’m going to be home as much as I can you’ll wish I would leave already.”
You grabbed a hold of Slash’s hand that was still on your face; smiling up at him as best as you could. “I love you; I could never get sick of you being home. Plus, you better love me because I’ve been taking care of your snakes and you know the relationship I have with snakes.”
Slash pulled you completely into him and kissed your head while chuckling. “Hey, the snakes are part of the Slash package deal! Don’t tell them, but I missed you more than them.”
Request Scenario: You are feeling insecure and Mark tells you there’s no reason to.
Word Count: 1379
A/N: squealing squealing squealing.
It was a road you’ve been down more times that you can remember. It was a place where you swore to yourself you will never go back again, but words are easier said than done because here you were again, staring at yourself in the mirror. It wasn’t even judging yourself anymore, it was like greeting an old friend, ahh hello, you are still here I see. No matter how fucking hard you tried, each flaw was still there, etched into you, bone deep. Never leaving, always reminding just how imperfect you were. Looking blankly down at your now damp tshirt from the tears that have been continuously falling from your eyes, you unconsciously reached over for a tissue and carefully dabbed away the salty pain away.
Numbly walking out of the bathroom, you saw your ever-growing-in-fame boyfriend, Mark in TV. Reaching over to give him a call before the feeling of inadequacy came flooding right back as quick as it had sparked in the first place. You watched him as he danced on stage, biting those lips that still made your heart race after all these years, his body moving along with the beat of the music, pieces of his hair stuck onto his forehead as he glistened sweat. You could almost laugh about how ridiculously good he looked, how is he real, it’s like he is a freaking god.
In spite, you chucked the flimsy wadded-up tissue at the screen. “You good-looking asshole, why did you even take a second look at me! WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST HAVE LEFT ME BE. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME FEEL SO SHITTY ALL THE TIME.” You broke down, you were so emotionally drained that the remaining pain just came vomiting out as you whispered, “Why can’t I be good enough for you…” Knees buckling as you collapsed onto the ground. You were so defeated, Mark wanted to punch himself for leaving you to drown in all that internal agony. You had accidentally hit the call button before your emotional breakdown causing your cries to ring throughout the suv containing the members of GOT7. Everybody knew you as their little sister and wanted so hard to run back to you and surround you with as much love as possible, it ripped each of them apart hearing your cries, but they also knew it was Mark’s job that cannot be replaced. He wouldn’t allow it.
“Hey Mark, don’t grip your phone so hard, you are going to break—” Jackson tried to calm his hyung down, seeing how angry he was at himself.
“Do not tell me what to do. Damn it, can’t we drive faster?!” Mark shouted, slamming his fist against the foggy window, dispersing the mist clinging onto the window.
The moment the car was even remotely close to the distant to your home, Mark slammed open the door and sprinted into your house, ramming into the corridor walls as he entered. You bolted straight up from the ground, frantically rubbing away the tears stains from your cheeks, not wanting Mark to see you in this state.
“Mark! Baby! You were great on stage! As per usual!” You tried you hardest to be perky and excited, like you usually were, but the hiccups between each words left you exposed and vulnerable.
“Y/N. Come with me.” Mark eyes were glassy and tears were threatening to fall.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You did not know what he knew, concerned that your baby was injured. But he gently wrapped his arms around your body before carrying you towards the bedroom.
“Put me down! Mark! I’m heavy, oh my gosh, please put me down.” You declarations immediately faded away as you saw a single tear glide down his flawless face.
“Mark?” You whispered, wondering if he had somehow heard your little commotion. There was no way though…
Placing you gently onto the bed, Mark sat next to you and stared at you. Knowing that thinking about how beautiful you were, even with reddened eyelids and pink-tinted nose, was useless, Mark took a deep breath and spoke.
“You remember the first time I met you?” You nodded rigidly in response, mind drifting to the unforgettable cold winter day. “We were at the pet store, I was getting food for Coco and there you were stealing my new puppy right from under my arms when she ran towards you."
All your sad thoughts were suddenly washed away when you remembered seeing the attractive boy and the adorable white fluffball in his arms. You were shamelessly gawking over how gorgeous he was before the puppy in his arms jumped off and ran over to you–making you drop off everything in your arms because you wanted to catch her.
"The first time I saw your face, you had the most beautiful and brightest smile on your face. Your eyes were literally shining as you played with Coco, my heart wanted to jump out of my entire body because I have never seen such a beautiful girl in my life- and I never will. And oh your laugh, do you know how much I love your laugh?” Mark tilted your chin up because the entire time you were drilling holes into the mattress, trying to absorb the words Mark was saying. You gulped, not familiar with such strong emotions.
“I’ve done the most dumb things just to hear your laugh. Things I will never do for anybody else, things I will probably never admit doing if you ever tell people, but I do it because I love you so much.” Unbeknownst to you, although Mark seemed so collected, he was internally bursting at the seams. He wanted blurt out everything he loved about you, even if it didn’t make sense. He didn’t know if what he was saying was making a difference in how you felt, but he wanted to do whatever was possible to make you understand how treasured you are by him.
“Mark…” You managed to get out, you could feel everything all at once, bubbling over within you.
“I’m not done Y/N.” He held his hand up, pretending to be offended, causing you to release a light giggle. Oh this boy…
“You are one of the sweetest person I’ve ever met in my entire life, although you can be sassy at times, which is the best. I love how much you care about me and the rest of the GOT7, hell, sometimes you give me perspective from the fans so I understand why they do certain things.” Tears were smoothly rolling down your cheeks, while the pad of his thumbs caught each one. Wiping them away tenderly.
“And your body is perfection, it was handmade from God himself. Every curve of your body, I love so much, it’s amazing to hold you. So soft and there will never be a day where I will find a flaw in your body. You are also so so sexy much when you are moaning my name.” This made you flush red, eyes widening and staring at Mark in disbelief. Yet, he still continued on, gently rubbing lazy circles on your thigh.
“Life being an idol can be so difficult and so pressuring and I pity the rest of the guys because at least I get to come home to you. I get to call you after a long day, see your face, and hear your voice. Do you understand how important you are for me to live?” Mark’s face was now wet with tears too as you two began to laugh at each other.
“Oh we are a mess.” You hiccuped, messily wiping away his tears with your hands.
“Mark, I love you so much. What have I done to ever deserve you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to hold him forever.
“I could ask you the same thing, beautiful.” Mark mumbled against the base of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t let anybody tell you anything different because you are just right.” He added the cheesiness wink and finger-guns at the end.
“Did you just…” You mouth gapped open before crashing into the bed backwards laughing, having to clutch your stomach because of the pain caused by the constant movement of your body.
“See, this is my amazing girl.” Mark chuckled, looking at your lovingly as you continued to laugh.
Oh gosh, blushing from my own writing… Hope you all like it and know that YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. BECAUSE ANYBODY WHO SAYS OTHERWISE DOESN’T MATTER AT ALL. xx