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Betting On It

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

“Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What bet?” You tread cautiously.

“Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Business and Pleasure (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary ~ Faking a relationship, turned into something you hadn’t expected

Words ~ 1020

Request ~ No

I sat on my couch waiting for my roommate/best friend to get home from work.  I heard the door open and I looked over to see Spencer. He slammed the door dropping his coat and bag on the floor before walking straight into his room and shutting the door hard. I was shocked I looked between his door and the front door, trying to figure out what just happened. I got off the couch walking over to his coat I hung it up and walked over to his door.
“Spence” I said opening the door I saw his laying face first on his bed. I sat down on the bed rubbing his back asking him what was wrong.
“Work” He said rolling over.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The guys don’t take me seriously. They think I am just a brain, Morgan doesn’t talk to me about normal guy things, and when I try and join in with the conversation they just laugh and say ‘You wouldn’t understand kid’ The girls treat me like an innocent teen that knows nothing. I am just sick of it, I know just as much about girls as the other guys do” He rubbed his hands over his face annoyed.
“Aw sweetie, did you say anything to them?”
“That would make me look like a dork” He sighed, I pulled him into a hug rocking him side to side.  We pulled away and I gave him a sympathy smile. He looked at me shocked and then looked me up and down.
“Wait you are a girl” He said.
“Are you only realizing this now?” I laughed.
“Help me” He groaned.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Okay this is going to sound crazy but what if you came to work tomorrow and 'surprised’ me and pretended to be my girlfriend, then the guys would see that I know about girls” he said hopefully.
“I dunno Spence that sounds kind of risky, what if they realise I am just a friend?”
“But they won’t, you will show up with lunch for both of us, I will hug you kiss you on the cheek, we will talk like normal because we practically talk like a married couple already. Then you will say goodbye” I looked at the hope in his eyes.
“What do you want for lunch?” I smiled
The next day I got up and spent extra long making sure I looked good. I wanted to really impress Spencer’s friends. I was kind of excited about pretending to be Spencer’s girlfriend. I like the idea of him calling me his. I put on my outfit checking myself in the mirror. I went to the office asking at reception what floor Spencer Reid was on. I got a lot of looks as I walked down the halls looking for the right place. I saw him standing beside a tall guy and a skinny blonde girl.
“Babe” I said walking up to him. He turned around smiling and brought me in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming today” He smiled.
“Surprise. I brought lunch” I said holding up a bag.
“Thanks hun” He said intertwining our fingers. “You look gorgeous as always”
“Well I have to compete with you”
“There is no competition, do you want to eat at my desk?” He asked.
“Sounds fun” I smiled.
“Hold on Reid, are you not going to introduce us?” The guy asked.
“Hey, I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you I’m Morgan this is JJ”
“Lovely to meet you”
“So how come Reid has never told us about you?”
“We don’t like to mix business and pleasure” I said winking at Spencer.
“Oh my God” He laughed.
“And there is a lot of pleasure?” Morgan said sarcastically.
“Well lets just say that the case isn’t the only thing that keeps him up at night” I laughed.
“Okay that is enough, lets go eat” Spence said pushing me away chuckling.
“Nice talking to you” I said over my shoulder. We sat down at his desk and laughed slightly.
“Wow you are really good at this” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well you weren’t so bad yourself. We ate our lunch and chatted like we normally do, then we said goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight babe” I said wrapping my arm around him.
“Yes you will” He said before pulling out of the hug. He looked behind me briefly and then back at me. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was on my cheek. I loved the kiss, I had imagined it before but it was nothing like this. I savoured the feeling and the taste until be pulled away.
“Bye babe” He said smiling. I smiled back turning around and walking out. I walked home in a daze of happiness, confusion and sadness. Why did he kiss me? Was it just the act? Does he like me?
I sat at home once again waiting for him to get home, I wanted to play it casual and act like nothing had happened but I knew that I would burst if I didn’t ask him. He walked in the door hanging up his coat and looking over at me.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hi” He kicked off his shoes and sitting down beside me. He took the remote searching through the channels and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
“You are staring” He said his eyes never leaving the TV.
“Why did you kiss me?” I blurted out.
“I thought it would help with the act” He said looking at me.
“Oh so it was just for the act?” I questioned. There was a long silence as he stared at me, I could see the debating in his eyes before he broke the silence.
“No” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. “I like you” He said between kisses.
“I like you too” I smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss abruptly.
“Really?” He said shocked.
“Of coarse, even when you had weird long hair” I laughed.
“Shut up” He groaned leaning back down.

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Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

The King’s Princess

Narry Version || Female POV

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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Little Things

Word Count: 4876

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Pure fluff. Little bit of angst. But pure fluff. 

A/N: I don’t really know how this happened. It’s pretty bad but @nichelle-my-belle @impala-dreamer and @bringmesomepie56 told me to keep going with it so I did. I apologize in advance for this mess. 

Written for @redlipstickandplaid ‘s birthday challenge. My prompt was hangover. 



“De?” You padded your way into Dean’s room, blanket clutched tightly in one hand, your eyes filled with tears and your thumb in your mouth. “De.” You shook him and he groaned, blinking awake, seeing you standing there.

“Y/N? What is it?” He mumbled sleepily, taking in your state.

“I…I…” You kept stuttering, unable to get the words out through your fear for a minute. Dean just stared at you, trying to wake up and take it all in. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep here?” It wasn’t uncommon for your nightmares to bring you to Dean’s room, but you generally just threw yourself into bed with him and cuddled up. Something was off about you. Your mannerisms were weird. Your voice was higher pitched. He just couldn’t place exactly what was going on.

“Yeah, of course. Get in.” He pulled back the blankets and scooted over for you and you crawled into bed, much like a child would have, snuggling up against him and putting your head on his chest. That’s when it hit him. The witch. She’d muttered some bullshit at you earlier that day and nothing happened. You’d insisted you were fine but you’d been acting weird ever since.

“Y/N…sweetheart? How old are you?” Dean questioned.

“Four.” You sniffled.

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“nuthin’ to be ashamed of, only natural” Cassidy (Preacher) + Reader Insert

Originally posted by sihamdalila

Ok, so this is a topic I haven’t seen anyone yet, who dared to write about it. Therefore, I challenged myself. I hope you bear with me and don’t flee in disgust. (I’m actually very nervous to post it and if you want me to delete you from the tags, I will - sorry for the bother) 

edited by the lovely @amandajuly81 

(and thank you for letting me take back the request)

Tagging: @penguinsweetest, @gothams-darkest-desires (hopefully you will return), @aya-fay @queencobblefreezestuff, @muchsolo, @1fan-fics1, @tiggercat12, @imaginesimightfinish, @whocaster , @crazyfanpleasehelp, @fasashima, @yumapuma <3

Warnings/TWs.: smutty mature content, period sex, bloodhound, biting, blood

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I Bet You 100 Credits...

Anon asked:  You are obviously really good at being hilarious (I read the bum slap piece haha). I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of how to lose a guy in ten days, where Poe is the confident cocky guy who says to his friends he can get reader no trouble, and reader swears she can resist Poe no trouble to her friends. Poe pulls out all the stops and reader does everything wrong on purpose to chase him away and in the end they realize they really just like each other for real?

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Man, one of my favorite rom-coms, anon! Great choice for a prompt!)

Plot Summary: It all started with two simultaneous bets between our dear protagonists and their friends. Poe Dameron bets 100 credits against his pilot colleagues that he’ll be able to get Y/N, the Communications Major, to fall for him in ten days. Y/N, on the other hand, bets to her fellow officers 100 credits that she can easily resist temptation from the flirty pilot for ten days. The two are at a stalemate, but someone needs to win.

Originally posted by paradisehasitshunter

“So, Poe. I’ve noticed you’re hanging out in the Communications Bay more often.” Snap walked up to his superior officer, teasing him after a scouting flight.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Poe asked, removing his helmet, obviously on his way to said bay.

“Nothing, just thinking about Y/N, your ‘girlfriend.’” Snap drawled out as Poe shook his head.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Snap. We’re just colleagues.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“No, I don’t like her, honestly. Besides, even if I wanted to date her, I could have gotten her a long time ago, easy.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you, Commander.”

Poe stopped, turning to face the man.

“Are you questioning my abilities?” Poe grinned, an idea popping into his head.

“Well, yeah. I am. You’re saying you can get Y/N, one of the most stubborn girls in the base, to go out with you?”

“Definitely.” Poe replied, cockily.

“100 credits says I can get her to fall for me in 10 days. If I’m not dating her before time’s up, you get the credits.” Snap crossed his arms.

“Oh-ho! A bet! You’re on. You’re going down, Poe.” The two men shook hands, both intent on winning.


“Poe’s been hanging out with you a lot, lately, Major.” Connix walked up to you, smirking.

“Yeah, so? We’re just friends.”

“Are you serious? Come on, he’s been flirting with you for weeks!”

“…Well, I…” You’ve got no more defenses.

“You like him!”

“Okay, maybe, but I’m not going to act on anything!”

“Sure you aren’t.”

“Connix, you can’t possibly be questioning my ability to have self control.”

“I dunno, Y/N. He’s very persistent~!”

“Fine. 100 credits say I can resist every move he makes for 10 days straight.”

“Oh, wow, a bet! You’re gonna lose.”

“You’ll be eating those words when you give me my credits!” The two of you shook hands, as you hardened your face, determined to win some extra money.

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S-I-N, I S-I-N

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @speedywheelz. “imagine where Gerard walks in on you reading naughty fanfics about him haha”.

You got a notification on your phone that your favorite MCR fanfic author had just posted a new oneshot. You weren’t sure why you still followed them, to be honest. You’d tried to distance yourself from the Tumblr fandom after you started dating Gerard for real.

Part of that was because of the flurry of anons you’d started getting in your inbox when the tabloids got wind of your relationship. Some of the questions were just invasive (what’s Gerard really like in bed? ;) ) while others were outright hostile (Wtf makes you think you deserve to date him?!). The worst part was the fanfic authors who wrote stories where Gerard broke up with you, or even ones where you died, so that their OC and Gerard could be together. On the other hand, some writers had started calling you and Gerard their “OTP”. That was even weirder.

But, this writer was just so good that you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow her. She hadn’t posted anything in a while, so you hadn’t really thought about her for some time. You found yourself clicking onto the fic anyway. Pairing: Gerard x Reader, the description warned. Genre: Smut.

You blushed, remembering all the lonely nights when you’d still been single and had gotten yourself off on the fantasies this author spun. Gerard wasn’t home at the moment, and you were feeling a little lonely. For old time’s sake, you thought, and, hesitantly, began to read.

You found yourself getting really into it, your temperature climbing as you read the filthy, kinky sexual situation the author was describing.

Your fingers twisted into Gerard’s hair as he thrust into you more deeply and moaned, “Oh, Y/N, yes……..Y/N……..”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” said a voice behind you, and you jumped.

“Gerard?!” you gasped, turning around to see your boyfriend standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Y….You’re home early…..”

“Yeah, I finished up my work a little faster than I thought I was going to,” Gerard explained, still looking at you curiously. “What are you reading over there?”

“Nothing!” you said quickly, turning red and clutching your phone to your chest.

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The King’s Princess

Female POV || Narry Version

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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Debatable: Alexander x reader

A/n: Kind of short, but this is a personal favorite of mine. I just thought it was cute. Again, written a while back, but still good. Enjoy!


“Are you trying to say that I’m wrong?”

“Well, I’m not NOT saying that…”

You were sitting at the bar with Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, and Alexander Hamilton. And once again, you and Alex were arguing. The two of you were very close friends, but both of you loved arguing one proving one another wrong, which made for some interesting conversations.

Mulligan sighed loudly. “What are they arguing over this time?”

“Who knows?” Laurens replied, shaking his head. “Probably something petty and stupid.”

You heard him say that. “It is NOT stupid,” you insisted.

“I dunno, (y/n),” Alex said. “I think it WAS stupid to argue with me.”

“Seriously, Alex? We can’t do this again. I swear, every time I try and say anything, you go against me!”

“I’m not arguing! I’m just right!”

“How is starting an argument over every single thing I do or say right?!”

“For goodness sakes you two,” Lafayette sighed, “just get in bed together and be done with it.”

That shut you both up. Alex looked down at the table and you did your best to hide your blush.

The other guys liked to tease that you spent so much time bickering with Alexander because you liked him. And, as much as you hated to admit it, they were right. It was a strange way to show affection, but that’s the way you were.

“So, (y/n), what WERE you guys fighting about?” John asked.

“It was, ah….” Suddenly, you wished you hadn’t debated with Alexander. Because now everyone wanted to know what it was. But it was too late to get out of it now.

“I believe that a romantic relationship takes time,” you said finally. “And you have to let love grow before you get serious. Alex thinks that it doesn’t need time of you know how you feel ‘in your heart.’” You shook your head. “It’s silly. But that’s what we were arguing over. 

The other men exchanged glances. “It’s a good thing to think about,” John said. “Luckily for you two, it doesn’t matter, since you already have known each other for a long time!”

“N-no! I don’t mean the two of us!” you said, while Alex said, “Yes, that’s right!”

“Wait…” you looked up at him. “What do you mean, ‘That’s right?’ We aren’t together!”

“Well, no…” he grinned slyly. “We could be though, couldn’t we?”

You didn’t know what to do. “That’s-you-we….Alex!” You shook your head. “You can’t just ask out any girl you see.”

“You aren’t just any girl, (y/n).”

“Ugh. Try again.”

“Woohoo!” Mulligan crowed. “That Alex, reliable with the ladies!”

“That’s debatable,” you muttered, but now that Alex had that idea in his brain, there was no stopping him. He was too stubborn. Luckily, so were you. There was no way you were letting him know that you had feelings for him for the longest time. He’s have the satisfaction of knowing he was right to try and court you, and you weren’t having that. You had to win.

“Come on, (y/n),” Alexander said. “You and I! We would be an excellent couple! You can see that, right?”

“Absolutely not,” you said, just to disagree with him. “Look elsewhere.”

“No.”

“For God’s sake Alex, give it up.”

“No.”

“Quit bothering me about being with you.”

“No.”

“Ugh!” You shook your head in disgust. “I’m going home. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.” You left, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. Did Alexander really like you? Or was he just disagreeing with you, because it’s what he liked to do? There were two things that could happen: on one hand, you could win this argument, make Alex believe that you truly don’t like him as more than a friend, and have him leave you alone, at least when it comes to relationships…. Or, you could reveal that yes, you did have feelings for him and end up together, which would result in you technically losing this argument.

You weren’t prepared to lose. But you weren’t prepared to win if it meant you weren’t with him. You had no idea which would be a better path to take.

The next night, you found Alex and his friends at the bar once again. Alex smiled widely when he saw you. “(Y/n)! Ready to admit that I’m right about us?”

You bit your lip. “Why don’t we move to something else?”

“Well, that’s new,” Laurens teased. “I didn’t think either of you would ever give up like that, especially not (Y/n)!”

Alexander shrugged. “Guys, It’s fine. If she says we move on, we move on.”

“Woah woah woah,” Mulligan said, “this is getting weird. What happened to our Alexander? You don’t want to keep going? I thought it was getting real interesting!”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said. “But if (y/n) doesn’t… I mean, if she wouldn’t want….” he trailed off there. That’s when you decided to tell the truth.

“Look, I lied!” You looked at the ground. “I do have feelings for you Alex. I have for a long time. I just didn’t want you to be right. Happy?”

He looked up hopefully. “Is that true?”

“Yes…” you said with a blush.

“I was right! You feel the same about me as I do about you! I win!”

“This isn’t an argument, kid,” you said. “Don’t make me take it back.”

Alexander put his arm around you. “Of course not, (y/n). Anything for you.”

Lafayette laughed. “Haha, finally! Perhaps they will stop their non-stop arguing!”

“By the way,” Alexander said, “that reminds me: not to start anything, but what is the was way to kiss a girl?”

Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan all groaned. “Dear God,” Mulligan said. “Are they gonna be going at it again?”

But you knew Alex was teasing when he asked that. So you simply kissed him square on the mouth. “Any way at all,” was your answer.

Your three friends cheered. Alexander pulled you closer, and for once, you didn’t object to what he did.

Maybe it was okay to let some things slide every once in a while.

Paid to be Popular Pt. 1

Requested: yes this genius anon did!! (please say that you like it? If not I’ll change it :) )

Words: 1225

A/N: do you want this to be another series? Cause I kinda do?? Also I’m getting the Mean Girls-feels writing this, it’s weird. Please give me some kind of respond, I’m desperateee!!

Summary: When Calum, Michael and Ashton are offered 5000$ to get the nerdy Luke to be popular, there was no way to deny. And who knows, maybe one of them will mingle with the gorgeous Y/N?

ALL PARTS 

“It’s ridiculous. “ Michael muffled at Ashton. The three boys sat in leather chairs in a big office, the sun shining through the grey curtains.

“Mate, it’s a lot of money. “ Calum chipped in. Ashton looked exhausted from discussing with Michael for hours now. Michael had been coming with awful arguments since the boys left his house.

“It’s our reputation we’re talking ‘bout! “ Ashton looked at him one last time before the door finally went up. They had been sitting in the office for a while now. All three guys got up from the fancy chairs.

“Hello lads. “ Andrew Hemmings walked in and closed the door carefully after him; as if he was scared, someone would hear them. “Have you decided yet? “

“Yes, we have Mr. Hemmings. “ They had all agreed that Ashton would do the talk, since he was the oldest. “We’ll take the offer. “

Andrew smiled slightly at Ashton’s words while Calum and Michael stood behind Ashton as if they were his guards.

“Good. You know what you’re gonna do. “ Andrew was still smiling, but his eyes were dead serious. His tone was quiet, almost whispering.  

“When do we get our money? “ Michael interrupted with his eager voice and stepped a step closer to Andrew.

“In about two weeks. Then you’ll get half of it. “ He answered. “Now I think we’re done here. “

Andrew pushed the three boys out of his office and out of the back door. They stood there for a while, before going back to Ashton’s car. The ride home was mainly Michael yelling at Calum and Ashton about “the dumbest mistake they’d ever make”. That made Ashton think. Questions about the choice they took haunted Ashton all night.

When Ashton saw Michael’s face the next day, the worries didn’t become less. However, Calum assured him it was going to be alright as long as they played their cards right.

“Okay then. Let’s find that Luke kid. “ Ashton padded Michael’s shoulder and they all three walked in the school. Michael and Ashton had kept an eye on Luke since Andrew proposed the offer, so they knew exactly where Luke would be although the day. They choose to approach him at lunch. He sat alone, with his face drowning in homework, but getting his attention weren’t hard.

“I’m not doing your homework, I already used my lunch money and, believe it or not, I’m not good with people, so please be quiet. “

Luke didn’t look up from his books as the three guys sat down. It was almost like Luke had practiced his words as he spoke them with a robotic undertone.

“Oh we believe you, buddy. “ Michael looked over at their usual table. They were getting weird glares from their soccer team and some girls. Luke looked up from his textbook and looked petrified as he stared into Ashton’s green eyes.

“Okay. “ Luke let his gaze wander to Calum, who was itching his neck, looking away from all the stares. “What are you doing here? “

Michael felt an unbelievable urge to just get up and walk over to his team’s table. He just wanted to sit with his mates – since this would be the most embarrassing thing, he had ever done.  

“We probably should have thought about our actions. “ Calum whispered in Ashton’s ear as Ashton fixed his hair, thinking about the answer to Luke’s question.

“Are you good at soccer? We might need a new stopper? “ Ashton grinned, not knowing if it was a good idea or not.

“I don’t know. “ Luke answered and looked down in his textbook, letting his eyes skim the words before turning the page.

“Let’s go, Ash. We gotta wait for the right time. “ Michael mumbled as he got up his chair and walked towards his usual table. Calum did the same, while Ashton stayed a bit after.

“See ya around then. “ He said and got up to follow Calum and Michael. The three guys were warmly welcomed to their home-table as they sat down. Their table was always surrounded with popular cheerleader-girls who was just longing after a popular boyfriend.

Ashton smacked his locker, being frustrated after the tiring day. Luke was going to get home, unhappy. Because nothing had happened today, expect from the little lunch meeting. Calum was leaning his head against his own locker as Michael approached them. He was completely fine with the lack of “Luke-time”.

“Dude, Michelle’s looking good this year. “ Michael chuckled, throwing his bag over his shoulder. The hallway was crowded with loud students who just wanted to get home.

“If we don’t focus on Luke this year, you won’t get Michelle or the 5000$. “

“ASHTON! “ Somewhere down the hall, a girl screamed Ashton’s name. He looked up and saw the prettiest girl in the school, running towards the three guys. Calum straightened up and Michael just smiled cowardly.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve been looking everywhere for the three of you. “ She laughed. For every guy in the school, this was the dream girl. She wasn’t like the other popular girls. She didn’t take herself to seriously, she was funny and smart and she didn’t care what everybody thought of her. The three guys had been fighting over her since she moved to the city.

“Hi Y/N. “ Ashton smiled, looking down at her. He knew that he had the smile that made thousands of girls swoon, but somehow that never worked on her.

“What are you doing here? “ Michael asked with furrowed eyebrows, trying to look as much as a “bad boy” possible. That was definitely his move. However, that didn’t work on her either.

“I just wanted to tell you that talking to Luke was really nice of you all. “ She looked at the guys with big, beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes had friendzoned all of them.

“You know his name? “ Michael asked, still trying to stay in character. Calum started laughing his adorable little laugh – something he always thought worked on girls. But not on her apparently.

“‘Course I do, idiot! “ She overreacted as if she was offended. “He’s nice. Very… “

“Quiet? “

“Socially awkward? “

“Not able to be around humans? “

Ashton, Calum and Michael tried to make Y/N laugh with their dumb guesses.

“Yeah, exactly. “ She chuckled and started walking.

“You look good, Y/N! “ A voice screamed from the other side of the hallway, none of the three being able to see who it was.

“Thanks! “ She stopped and yelled back, but turned around to face the boys again. “And he looks like trash. “ She mumbled to them, walking pass them. The thing about Y/N was that she was unaware of the attention she got. So she didn’t feel the stares after longing after her.

“I dunno, man. I’d rather date her than Michelle. “ Calum smirked at Michael as they all looked after her.

“You know what? She liked the fact that we talked to the loser. So… the one who’s the nicest to Luke might be the naughtiest with her. “ Ashton said and threw his bag over his shoulder as they all three walked out of the school with Ashton’s words burned into their minds.


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Unbelievable

Request by anon:Sam and the reader both CLEARLY like each other and yet the only one who catches the signs is Dean, who tries to play matchmaker several times (and fails) until Sam and Reader finally admit their feelings while drunkenly celebrating a hunt.

Word Count: 1903

Warnings: None

Version en Español: Increíble


They were at it again. This flirting that wasn’t quite flirting. Why they didn’t just get naked and admit how they felt about each other already was a mystery to Dean. Not that they should need to admit anything: they wore their feelings on their sleeves.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned Sam, trying and failing to hide your smile. Dean had been your friend for years, and he only saw that smile when you looked at his brother. “You promised you would never tell any—“

“We were on a hunt in Minnesota, right?” Sam overrode you, leaning forward to capture Charlie’s attention.

“Samuel Winchester—“ Sam cut you off by covering your mouth with his hand.

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In Your Dreams (Day 9)

Connor McDavid x Reader

Fandom: NHL

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, one bad word, mentions of sad

POV: First Person/Reader’s

Summary: After being stood up, Connor comes to the rescue.

Author: Cymbelline

*I know people don’t call him this, but I do and I like it :D


Originally posted by leondraisaitll

“He stood me up, again.”

“How many times has this happened?”

“Enough to make me question how much I really mean to him.” I mumbled.

“I’ll be over after my game, talk to you later.” Connor was quick to hang up, making me sigh with some sort of defeat and disappointment. 

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Oversized shirt (Roommate!Luke)

Originally posted by hoodzer

requested: no

summary: Luke temporarily moves with you and your roommate and you find it hard, considering he was so nice to look at

word count: 2k+

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“Shit,” You cursed, springing out of bed as your brain registered the numbers your alarm clock was telling you. Of course, you had once again overslept and only had a couple dozen minutes to get ready.

Leaving your personal room and heading straight for the washroom, you washed your face and brushed your teeth as fast as you could, before going to the small kitchen to grab something to eat.

Just as you were getting yourself a glass of water, and put the kettle on to make some coffee, another presence appeared in the kitchen. Assuming it was your roommate, you turned around. Although, the box of crackers almost went flying across the kitchen when you didn’t recognize the person.

“Who the hell are you?” You exclaimed, wide eyes staring at the tall unknown blonde in front of you. “Uh,” The guy paused, clearly also taken aback by your outburst. “I’m Nathans friend? He said I could stay here for a bit.” He rasped, talking about your roommate as his hands moved up to flatten his tousled hair.

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Coming Out W/ The Help Of Phil

Tittle: Coming Out W/ The Help Of Phil

Summary: Dan wants to come out. Might as well ask his best friend if he’ll pretend to be his boyfriend.

or

The fake relationship au that literally no one asked for.

Word count: 8,520

A/N: Not going to lie, I hope this gets a good umber of notes. I worked hard on it and I’m like super proud of myself. Go me. (Read more of my phanfic here!


“Phil, I need your help.” Dan said the moment the phone call connected. He had a plan, and Phil was probably the only one close enough to him to help him with it. “What for?” Dan heard Phil reply. Phil’s voice was crackly over the line, sounding slightly deeper. His voice was far more northern on the phone, more so then it was in normal conversation. (Dan often made fun of Phil for how northern he could be.)

“I want to come out." 

"Okay, that’s wonderful, but why do you need my help?” Came Phil’s reply, he didn’t sound disinterested, maybe just a little bit surprised.

“I may or may not be calling to ask you if you would possibly pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit?” Was Dan’s hesitant reply. 

“Dan,” Phil said. There was a short pause, and a bit of shuffling as Phil got more comfortable, before Phil talked again. “Fine, but you have to treat me like royalty.”

“Oh, kinky,” Dan commented. “I can be your servant boy that sneaks away to your quarters to help you undress.”

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Smart Mouth

Title: Smart Mouth

Request (by anonymous): Could you do a one shot where the reader is like a young teen and really sassy and has a smart mouth and she doesn’t take Dean and Sam seriously when they warn her to stop, so she keeps on and does it to Cas and he sort of acts like the bad cop and it scares her to the point of tears?

Prompt: Sam and Dean have had it. You’re 13 years old and with that comes irritability, attitude, and a smart mouth. After Dean grounds you and takes your phone away, you’re angry with him, but when your favorite angel stops by, you realize why he acts the way he does.

Pairing: Winchesters x Child!Reader  (mostly Dean though)

A/N: Okay so, I didn’t stick exactly to the request with the whole “bad-cop” thing, but I think y'all with like this one!

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“Shut up!” You cried, glaring up from your homework. “Just leave me alone!”

“I don’t like that tone, young lady.” Dean warned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah well, I don’t like you, but I’m not complaining.”

“You know what? Go to your room!”

“Fine!” You exclaimed, shoving your papers into your backpack and heading to your room.

The sound of your door slamming rang throughout the bunker. Dean leaned against the table and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. He looked up as Sam entered the room.

“What was that about?”

“I don’t even know.” Dean sighed. “One second Y/N was sitting there quietly doing her homework, then the next thing I know, we’re screaming at each other.”

Sam shrugged. “Well, I mean, that’s been happening a lot lately.”

“I just don’t get it.” Dean said, shaking his head. “Y/N’s a good kid. She’s just been so…irritable lately.”

“Dean, she’s 13.” Sam reminded. “She’s going through puberty. Being irritable’s just a part of that.”

“Yeah, but I just wish she’d tone down the attitude.” Dean admitted. “That kid’s got quite a smart mouth.”

The next few weeks were rough. You tested the Winchesters and pushed their buttons multiple times a day and frankly, they were getting sick of your attitude and back talk. Yelling at you had no effect since you would just continue to argue and sending you to your room didn’t really seem to be working.

“God, I feel like a freaking soccer mom.” Dean complained as he read through another article. He’d gotten so fed up with your attitude that he’d googled “How to deal with teenage backtalk”. A mere few weeks ago he wouldn’t have been caught dead reading up some parenting articles, but your back talk was driving him and Sam insane.

“Find anything good?” Sam asked from his place across the table.

“Not really.” Dean sighed, clicking on another article. “Just a bunch of shrinks saying that you should ‘cater to your child’s emotions’ . Whatever that means.  Oooh! This person says that she washes her kid’s mouth with soap whenever he talks back. That sounds effective.”

Sam made a face at his brother. “You’re not seriously considering that are you?”

“Well I mean, if it works…”

“Dude!”

“Alright, I was just kidding!” Dean said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You find anything good?”

“Kinda.” Sam sighed, clicking away on his own laptop. “Basically what you said and that we ’need to establish clear boundaries’.”

“Boundaries?”

“Yeah, like taking away privileges and stuff if Y/N keeps up the attitude.” Sam explained.

Dean shrugged. “Sounds a lot easier than washing the kid’s mouth out with soap.”

“Definitely.”

“Well,” Dean began, leaning back and stretching his arms into the air. “Enough of this parenting stuff. If I read anymore of this I swear I’m gonna start growing some lady parts.”

Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled at his brother’s statement. “Speaking of Y/N, what time is she coming home again?”

“I told her 11 pm at the latest.” Dean answered, looking at his watch. “She should be here any minute now.”

You had gone over to a friend’s house for the evening. Before he had dropped you off, Dean had reminded you about your curfew. You had nodded and promised you would be home by then, but it seemed like you were cutting it a little close.

At 11:15, the Winchesters were beginning to worry. They called and texted you, but you weren’t answering. Dean was berating himself for not asking for your friend’s parents’ numbers.

At 11:45, Dean sighed and stood up. He was about to pull his keys out of his pocket when he heard the Bunker door open. You stepped inside then closed the heavy door behind you.

“Hey Dean.” You greeted as you came down the stairs, toting your blue backpack.

“Y/N,” He began, meeting you at the bottom of the stairs. “Do you know what time it is?”

You shrugged and made to step past Dean, but he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“Kiddo, it’s 11:45.”

“That’s great, you can tell time.” You replied sarcastically.

“I told you to be home by 11.”

“Okay, so I’m a couple minutes late. What’s the big deal?”

“'What’s the big deal’?” Dean repeated incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest. “Y/N, do I need to tell you what could’ve happened in those 45 minutes?”

You rolled your eyes. “A demon could’ve snatched me, I could’ve been hit by a bus, blah blah blah. Dean, you’ve given me the run down before. I’m pretty sure I got it.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like it when you give me attitude.”

You rolled your eyes again and shook your head slightly. “Whatever.”

Dean felt his anger begin to rise and he thought back to what he had read earlier. “You know what? Give me your phone.”

You glanced up at him. “What? Why?”

“For giving me attitude.” He replied, extending his hand out and gesturing at you.

You scoffed. “Seriously? You’re really taking my phone away for giving you attitude? What are you, an over sensitive soccer mom now?”

Dean ignored the insult and raised an eyebrow. “Phone. Now.”

You stared back at Dean for a few seconds before pulling your phone out of your pocket with a sigh.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s dead anyway.” You pointed out as you handed Dean your phone.

“Seriously? Why didn’t you keep it charged?” Dean questioned as he pocketed your phone. So that’s why you hadn’t answered any of his or Sam’s messages.

You shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Y/N, you know you’re supposed to keep your phone up and running! What if something had happened to you? You wouldn’t have been able to call us!”

“Well nothing happened, okay? I’m fine!” You huffed in annoyance. “Can I just go to my room now?”

“Well first things first, you’re grounded.” Dean stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “For the next  week.”

Grounded?!? For what?”

“For coming home 45 minutes late and not keeping your phone charged.”

“Seriously?” You scoffed, placing your hands on your hips and staring up at Dean. “No. You can’t do that!”

“Oh well I just did.”

You exhaled angrily, then lowered your eyes to the floor. “This is stupid.” You grumbled.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll add another week.”

Your head snapped up and you opened your mouth to argue, but thought better of it.

“Fine. Can I go now?”

Dean nodded and you headed to your room, shutting the door behind you. You shrugged your backpack off and flopped onto your bed. Fuming, you thought about what had just happened. Dean had just taken your phone away and grounded you! That was so not fair!

As you continued to sulk in your room, Sam joined Dean in the library where he had taken a seat.

“How’d it go?” Sam asked as he set his laptop down on the table.

Dean shrugged. “Well, she’s grounded for a week and got her phone taken away. But…there was a lot less attitude this time.”

“Well that’s good, right?”

“Yeah! It’s just uh, she’s pretty pissed, Sammy.”

“Of course she is, Dean. You think she’s gonna be happy after getting in trouble?” Sam pointed out as his brother nodded. There was a rustle at one end of the table and the brothers turned and saw Cas standing there with a small paper bag in one hand.

“Hello Dean. Sam.” The angel greeted.

“Cas, it’s almost midnight. What’re you doing here?” Sam asked.

“Y/N requested a few days ago that I find her a genuine parchment used in Asia for a project.” Cas replied. “I’ve come to deliver it to her.”

“Well she’s certainly got you wrapped around her finger.” Dean laughed. “She’s in her room.”

Cas nodded in thanks and headed down the hallway. He stopped at your door and knocked. At the sound of your approval, he opened up the door and stepped inside.

“Hey Cas.” You greeted somewhat glumly, sitting up on your bed. “Whatcha doin here?”

“Hello Y/N.” He replied, handing you the paper bag. “I’ve found the parchment you requested.”

“Sweet!” You said, opening it up and peering inside. “Thanks Cas, this is perfect for my project.”

The angel smiled and nodded his head. “Happy to help.”

You got up and placed the paper bag on your dresser. It would probably be a good idea to start working on that project tomorrow, considering it was due this-

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and turned to Cas. He was still here? “Yeah?”

“Is everything alright?” He asked a little hesitantly. “I sense high tension levels emanating from you.”

“Yeah! Um, I’m good.” You lied, avoiding eye contact with the angel.

“Y/N.” He began, raising his eyebrows slightly and taking a few steps towards you. “I know that’s not the truth.”

You raised your eyes to meet his blue ones and sighed. There was no use in lying; Cas could see right through you.

“It’s just…I got in trouble. Again.”

“Why? What did you do?”

You sat down on the edge of your bed and Cas sat down next to you. “Dean got all mad because I came home late and  didn’t keep my phone charged. He took my phone away and grounded me for a week.”

“And you’re angry at Dean now.”

“Yeah! I mean, no. Well…” You paused as you tried to make sense of your feelings. “It’s just… it’s not fair, Cas! He didn’t have to get mad at me. He didn’t have to ground me…or take my phone away!”

“Y/N, you know Dean had his reasons.” Cas said. “Dean is…he’s just worried about you.”

“What’s there to worry about?” You scoffed.  "I’m 13. I can take care of myself.“

"Y/N, Dean is responsible for you. He worries that something may happen to you someday. He does these things to keep you safe. Just…try to understand… I’ll see you soon.” And with that, Cas offered you a small smile then stood up. You felt a slight rustle of wind as he teleported to who knows where.

You played with your leather bracelet as you thought about the angel’s words. If you had been in Dean’s shoes, you probably would’ve been pissed also. He had told you a specific time to get home and you had ignored it. Dean had just been worried that something might’ve happened. And the whole phone thing made sense as well. Something bad could’ve happened and you wouldn’t have been able to call the brothers for help. Dean’s initial anger and the consequences actually seemed fair now. He was just looking out for you and whether you liked it or not, he would continue to do so.

You now felt guilty for the way you had acted towards him. You had brushed off his concern and basically acted like, well, a brat. With a sigh, you stood up. You needed to apologize to Dean. He was probably in his room considering it was well past 12 am. You walked to his room and knocked.

“Yeah?”

You took that as your cue and opened the door.

“Oh hey Y/N.” Dean greeted, glancing at you as he rinsed the remaining toothpaste off his toothbrush. He put his toothbrush away then turned to you. “Why are you still in those clothes? It’s past midnight, kiddo. You need to get ready for bed.”

“Well um, I need to tell you somethin first.” You said.

“Okay. What is it?”

You licked your lips and swallowed the lump in your throat. Apologies had always been hard for you.

“Um, I just…I just wanted to say I’m sorry for giving you attitude earlier. It was my fault and um, you were right to be angry.”

“…alright.” Dean nodded slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Was totally not expecting that.”

“Um yeah,” You laughed nervously. “I just uh, wanted to let you know that it won’t happen again. Sorry.”

You turned to head back to your room when Dean stopped you.

“Hang on.” He said, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and patting the spot next to him. You obeyed and sat down.

“I hope you’re not just saying this stuff to get your phone back.”

You laughed. “You know, that actually didn’t even occur to me. But uh, is it working?”

Dean smiled and shook his head. “Nah, sorry kiddo.” A few seconds of silence passed before Dean spoke again. “I do hope you understand why we do this. I know that at times the rules seem unfair, but we do this because we care, you know? If anything happened to you…well, I don’t even know what I’d do.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I understand.”

Dean smiled and pulled you into a side hug. “You’re such a good kid, Y/N. But you do have quite the smart mouth.”

You shrugged and raised a hand to cover your mouth as you yawned. “Yeah, I uh, can’t help with that.”

Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling you with him.

“Come on.” He said, walking you back to your room. “You need to get some sleep or stay short forever.”

You laughed and elbowed his side playfully. The two of you arrived at your room and you sat down on your bed and rubbed at your eyes tiredly.

“Now you change out of those clothes and brush your teeth, alright?” Dean commanded gently, smiling softly as you nodded sleepily.

“Alright. Night, kiddo.” He bent down and kissed the top of your head. “Love you.”

He walked out the door and was about to close it when he heard your quiet voice.

“Love you too.”

Patience is a Virtue (Except When it Takes Too Long)

Title: Patience is a Virtue (Except When it Takes Too Long)

Summary: For the prompt “You lay one finger on me and I’ll –“ from @roxy-davenport​‘s SPN writing challenge - June edition: 

You know your husband well enough to realize that it’s nearly impossible to distract him when he’s halfway into venting about his frustrating week with a semi-cannibalistic Nephilim. So you improvise.

Thank you ever so much for letting me post this late. YOUR patience is very much appreciated hugs

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 3,600+

Warnings/tropes: light smut, reader and Cas are married somewhat, domestic silliness and arguments about correct sexual terminology. Un-betaed.

A/N: In killing two birds with one stone, I dedicate this to @angel–radio​, who requested  “a casxreader where Cas has had a really tough time that day and he comes home angry and refuses to talk to someone except the reader. If possible, could you make it fluffy and smutty?” I hope you like it, dear, and I’m sorry it’s taken so long :)

Originally posted by nomishanocare

The front door’s grating lock turned with a surprising level of violence, and you casually rinsed the suds off the salad bowl before setting it gently on the drying rack. You picked up a coffee cup just as your husband’s quiet, irate murmurings met your ears, followed by loud bang as the door slammed shut unnecessarily hard.

You bit back a grin and kept your back to the doorway as you listened to him stomped down the winding metal-work staircase and marched straight towards the kitchen.

“Good day, honey?” you asked lightly, soaping up a Dutch oven.

He grunted and jerked open the fridge, sending bottles knocking into each other.

“I’m guessing that’s a negative.” You continued to soap up another stack of plates as Cas continued to make a racket behind you, evidently not in the best of moods.

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Friends (Part 6)

Chris Motionless x reader

Warnings: language, coy old ladies, much yelling

 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,  Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11)


“Chris?” you question nervously, your hands going to your hips as you stand in front of your bed, Chris closing your bedroom door firmly behind him. “What’s going on? You’re making me nervous.”

He was being weird.

And today had gone so perfect!

You bite your lip as he turns to face you, his t shirt loose over his dark, ripped jeans.

You weren’t sure if it was a good thing he wanted to talk to you alone or not.

“Well?” you demand, frowning even more at him when he just stands there, looking at you.

“Do you like Devin?” he asks bluntly, and you straighten, startled.

“Do I what?”

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