i watched this yesterday and i just really really wanted to gif something from it and i loved this part

unexpected wedding guest ~ peter hale


Prompt - # I think that only works with the groom sweetheart,  # “do you remember that night,” “it’s one I’ll never forget" 


Summary ~it’s the night before your wedding, Peter turns up at your hotel to try to stop you from marrying Scott. 


Warnings - none really , mild swearing 


Pairing Peter hale x reader
Story ~
After months of planning and organising, your big day was almost here, in 12 hours you would be walking down the isle.
Your bridesmaids Lydia, Malia and Kira hadn’t long left you, You had a hen party the week before but Lydia couldn’t let you sit in alone the night before your wedding. So she got the other girls round to your room with facial packs, manicure kits and champagne. You felt tipsy as they left, a quite girly night was exactly what you wanted. After taking a shower, getting out you put on your pyjamas, walking out the bathroom, you start smiling at your dress hanging up over the mirror in the main room still not believing how fast time had gone. 


The was a knock on the door, stood close giggling "you know it’s unlucky to see the bride don’t you” you shout though the door thinking your future husband was on the other side. “I think that only works with the groom sweetheart” the voice was one you didn’t want to hear but dearly missed, the voice of Peter hale.
You quickly pull open the door thinking it couldn’t be real but there he was stood leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his annoying but lovable smirk and them bright blue eyes that made weak in the knees. 


“hello y/n” he smiled, his voice was velvet soft and silky in your ears, It Filled you with a thousand thoughts and memories of him,  the sweet whispers in your ears each one more intense then then the previous. “you not going to say hello back” Peter’s voice snapped you out of your daydream “why are you here Peter, it’s a little late don’t you think or are you just here to physically and mentally screw me one last time before I get married” you coldly say him pissed off he had the cheek to show up after he left you without an explanation 18 months ago.
Peter now looked nervous rocking on his heels “no! not quite sure why I came maybe to see if you was really marrying that idiot guess its true” you huffed closing the door but he put his hand on it stopping you. “it was stupid of me to come I shouldn’t be here but I needed to see you, talk to you” peter paused and gave you a big puppy dog look widen his eyes and pouting his lower lip. You clenched your teeth together trying to hide your smile at his face. Peter knew it was working so in a whinny voice “please”, you opened the door for him to come inside knowing his stubbornness he wouldn’t leave until you spoke with him.

“you’ve got 10 minutes” you said sternly as he walked past into your room. “oh we can do a lot in 10 minutes” he chuckled “don’t make me throw you out” you replied back. Peter held up his hands defensively “sorry I was joking” he smirked not taking his eyes of you as he sat down. “how did you know I was here?” you asked him sitting on the opposite sofa to him. “Derek” he said you frowned wanting to smack Derek. Peter saw your face knowing what your thinking quickly said “its not his fault, I asked him why he was packing a suit he said it was for a wedding, when I asked who’s he didn’t want to say but eventually told me Scott was getting hitched he was part of the groomsmen” peter smugly started “so when I asked who the lucky lady was he didn’t tell me I looked at his invention and I just couldn’t believe it” he was sarcastic slightly smug like he’d figured out a big secret.

we welcome you to join us at the wedding of Scott McCall + y/n y/l/n at the hills hotel on January 23rd at 3pm‘ 

Peter mocked a posh accent as he repeated the memorised words. This angered you Peter was sat there taking the piss out of you, your relationship with Scott. “is that all you came here for to mock me, laugh at me” you started shouting at him, but it only annoyed you more when he actually started smiling and laughing “ugh what are you giggling about” you snarl at him “nothing just how adorable you are when you get mad sweetheart” he said almost sweetly giving you his flirty eyes.

“don’t call me sweetheart” you said trying to remain emotionless and cold, but inside your heart was pounding for the alpha in front of you, standing up to get a drink trying to focus on something else other then the way he was making you feel. Pouring two glasses of whiskey you walked over handing him one “thank you y/n”. The way he said your name was worse then any pet name he called you it was more seductive. You sat down not taking your eyes from him as he swirled the alcohol around the glass. Looking up at you catching your gaze “no I’m not here to laugh at you y/n, I’m here to save you” now it was your turn to laugh at him, his smirk dropped for a brief second, “I was right your here to mentality screw me over” you whisper to yourself pinching the bridge of your nose already regretting your next question “so why do you think I need saving?” you say a little louder, knowing he’d heard both comments.

Peter smiled “well your about to marry Scotty boy I mean come on even stiles has to be better choice then McCall, we both know your going to need saving from a boring basic future”. Annoyed he was being nasty towards Scott. “and things was so fun with you” you sarcastically answer back with a snarl standing up ready to show Peter the door, but faster then you could blink Peter was on his feet inches away from you. “oh kitten we had lots of fun together” he said lifting his arm to touch your face but you backed away. “I’ll tell you what wasn’t fun, sitting in beacon hills park in the pouring down rain and dark waiting for you” peter knowing nothing he could say would make up for what he’d done mumbled 

“sorry”. You looked at him full of angry “sorry” you smacked him across the face then pushed him hard with both hands wanting him away from you “sorry not going to cut it Peter, 4 hours I sat on that bench for, bag packed waiting, to start a life together just us out of beacon hills” you voice was now shaking the memory, and pain from over a year ago was still fresh like it happened yesterday taking a breath trying to gather the strength to steady your body and tone “even when I was soaked to the skin I still sat believing you was coming for me. then Derek and Scott came looking for me, told me you had already gone even told them where to find me what did you say tell her I’ve gone and I’m not coming back” you didn’t know if the tears running down your cheek was from anger or the feeling of you heart starting to break again reliving that night. “days I tried calling you, hoping it was a lie you hadn’t left me, walked out on our 2year relationship with a word or blink or second thought. I read your message over and over

  'I got your note kitten and yes I do meet me in the park at 9pm we’ll leave together tonight xx’ Im a fool for believing it now” you say.

Peter stepped towards you wiping a tear away his touch was soft, loving and lasted longer then it really needed to. You pulled away from him not wanting to get to close to him. You watched put his hand in his pocket taking out an envelope giving it to you. You took it looking at Peter, he downed his drink in one go and went to refill his glass. Something was off about him making you weary of what was in the envelope, opening it you saw two pieces of paper and 3 pictures. You looked at the first letter, it was your own,

Peter I don’t care if you started the Deadpool or if everyone hates you, I don’t I still love you and want to be with you please if you feel the same meet me take me with you.

You wanted to screw the letter up, cringing with how desperate and cheesy it sounded now. You took the pictures out, the first was of you in your sexy pink lace teddy blowing a kiss to peter who taken the picture. The next was you and Peter looking at each other in the woods, his hand touching your face. you smiled remembering when it was taken a picnic date not long after you where officially going out, you had asked Peter to take a selfie with you using your old Polaroid camera, when you did Peter hadn’t smiled. “your meant to smile for the camera” you joked with him. He looked at you “I only smile when I look at you” he said back smiling  tucking your hair behind your ear, you quickly took the picture without him knowing until it came out and developed. You didn’t know he’d kept this picture you thought you’d lost it the day it was taken smiling at how happy you looked you put it down. The last one was attached to the other letter unfolding it, the picture grabbed your attention and fear. It was of you asleep in your bedroom with a berserker standing over you. You looked at the writing it wasn’t one you knew - 

I found your weakness! pretty isn’t she! Now I want your help to fix a problem I’m having, be a good wolf and come to the distillery and my friend in the picture will leave her unharmed!
Don’t and the next time you see sweet little y/n she’ll be in pieces!
Kate argent


You looked at Peter who had almost finished his 2nd drink as quickly as the first. None of you spoke at first, you sat down thinking about the letter the threat on your life how couldn’t you know or why wasn’t you told. Peter came and sat next to you taking the papers and pictures from you putting them back in his pocket “do you understand why I left now, I never wanted to hurt you but I couldn’t let Kate kill you” he said looking down at the floor you nodded feeling numb. Peter could see how shaken you were, put his arm around you and pulled you close to him, you sank and snuggled into him enjoying being back in his arms kinda like you hadn’t left. “I’d never felt so scared or powerless before” he said calmly like it was nothing, kissing the top of your head. Jumping at his touch “why now, Kate’s been dead almost 7 months, Derek and argent found her body, you’ve had that long to tell me what she’d done so why now the night before I get married” you said backing away. He paused looking you up and down smirking “I know she’s dead I killed her, and as for not coming back well Derek told me you hated me now never wanted to see me again. I saw you, you looked happy and I couldn’t wreck that” he said low.

Before you could think or ask another question he chuckled changing the subject “but you know what memory has still been my anchor since I haven’t had you in person to keep me grounded, keep me human”. You looked at him puzzled you never knew what Peter’s anchor was, he’d never tell you when you asked, so you certainly didn’t expect it to be you. “no! What?” you asked coyly, Peter leaned in close to you moving your hair to expose your ear “the lost woods motel” he whispered lustfully then  slowly sat back. You blush but start laughing again. “do you remember that weekend?” He asked smirking devilishly “it’s one I’ll never forget” you answered “Derek’s crazy ex girlfriend Jennifer almost to killed me definitely not forgetting that” you laughed. Peter rolled his eyes “I think we remember that weekend very differently” “oh really and how do you remember it, or shouldn’t I ask” you said raising your eyebrows. He stood up putting his glass on the coffee table walking over to the drinks cabinet getting the bottle. He re- filled his glass holding the bottle to in a silent way of asking did you want yours filling to, you held you glass out as a yes.

Peter sat back down with his glass in one hand holding his other arm out for you to cuddle into him. As he spoke you sat close as he placed his arm around your shoulders. “ Well I remember, that weekend, I protected and hid your little butt, then saved your life from the lunatic teacher” he said cocky. You giggled what Peter had said was true but you wasn’t going to let him feel that smug “yep we definitely remember that weekend differently” you say “first off you didn’t even want to help us Derek had to lie and trick you to get you there and trap us in with mountain ash so you really didn’t have a choice” you sat up at little looking him in the eyes continuing “what was it you said oh yeah, why do I have to babysit the useless boring pathetic human girl she’d be better of dead”. You paused to have some of your drink letting your words hit home.

Peter looked down, he felt bad for ever saying that about y/n. Even then he never meant it, he’d only said it to hide his own feelings. from the day Peter saw y/n he wanted her, she was gorgeous, sweet, different, funny, had her own stubborn mind and countless topics to keep a conversation interesting. Although back then Peter believed love was a weakness and a relationship didn’t fit in with his plans for power then, he only truly realised how wrong he’d been when Jennifer did nearly kill y/n.

Putting your empty glass on the coffee table, you sat back but swing your legs over his in an automatic reaction, still focused on what you was saying looking him in the eyes drunkenly laughing “then when she finally found us both asleep some protection you were by the way,” you said sarcastically lightly elbowing him “she was so angry she couldn’t use me in her virgin ritual anymore because I slept with you, she tried to kill me anyway” you finished. Peter faked a look of shock “and what exactly is it that you’re blaming for? ” he said and his arm snaked round your back ticking and poking your side so you couldn’t speak. You giggled and wriggled trying to get out his playful grip, trying smack and poke him back.

It was exactly like that night all over again, the play fighting, the way your heart pounded just like it had, all the feelings you ever had for Peter hale came flooding back in that moment. You moved on top of him straddling him pinning his arms back in a poor attempt to stop him, he laughed using his wolf strength to break out of your hold aiming for your sides again but instead of poking you, he held your hips looking at your eyes then lips back at your eyes. “now i remember definitely this from that weekend” you said then wrapped your hands around his neck kissing him.

Peter kissed you back passionately, holding you tight and without breaking the kiss he lifted you laying you on your back leaning over you. He pulled back with a smirk “actually this is more how I remember it” he said kissing you again. He slowly slid his hand up your thigh running his hand over your bum squeezing it as his lips moved from yours and down onto your neck. Humming and moving your head so he had more space to kiss and bite, you see your wedding dress hanging up.

You push Peter off you “stop, no I can’t do this get off” you said. Peter moved instantly but looked confused at your sudden change of mind. “I’m getting married what was I thinking” you muttered to yourself pacing up and down still annoyed and angry at yourself. You asked Peter to go he put his glass back over on a small round table lingering a minute before turning back at you, you bit your lip holding the door open for him to go. Peter walked out turning before you could shut the door. “wait you asked me why I was here, well I told you I didn’t know I lied. I came here because I wanted to stop your wedding ask you to leave with me tonight for good like we was going to. But more importantly I needed you to know that I love y/n and wanted to tell you your everything to me I hope your happy my little kitten”. You had never seen Peter like this before his sounded desperate and needy, he looked teary-eyed and vulnerable, but what grabbed your attention was his words. Peter had never said the words I love you before. Even in the two years you were together, when you had said it to him, his answers was , I feel the same too or and you too, or ditto but he’d never used them words until tonight. For the first time Peter hale was open and honest with you, but you couldn’t look at him in fear you would run off with him. He kissed your cheek “I understand” his voice quivering then walked away, you watched him disappear around the corner sinking to the floor crying, you hurt so much he was gone again, like you did the night he left beacon hill without you and so guilty for cheating on Scott.

You cried yourself to sleep that night unsure of what to do. You liked Scott he was always there he cared about you and you for him. But you loved Peter you always had the was something about him that lit a fire in you. but you believed that fire had died months ago. That was until his visit, that kiss, his confession of love. It felt like you had burly slept an hour when the alarm went off. You groaned getting out of bed feeling sick and confused about the night before and your feelings now, you went to get a coffee. You screamed jumping out your skin when see Scott sitting on the sofa, a sofa only hours before you was kissing Peter on. You felt nervous, not sure why he was there, his body language was different too you stood frozen to the spot. Scott stood up smiling at you which didn’t help you felt worse then you had all night. Tears ran down your face stuttering and trying to keep your breath calm “I….. I have to tell you something, I… I’m… I’m sorry…. I did something bad…. Peter came round last night” you looked at Scott who was now laughing to himself “it okay I know he was here” he sweetly said. You stopped panicking and looked at him with confusion “how?” you asked.

Scott wanted to make a joke about watching you or stalking you but the look on your face said you wasn’t in a joking mood. “Derek told me Peter was back in town” he started, you cut him off blowing loud “is the anything Derek hasn’t told anyone” you say annoyed. Scott laughed more just like Peter he always thought you looked cute mad “easy he only told me Peter was in town, I knew Peter was here because I could smell his sent in the hallway and all over the room when I walked in, oh and he felt this for you on the mini bar” Scott handed you the Polaroid  picture of you and Peter. Your heart pounded when you saw it, thinking back you realised he wasn’t lingering he was leaving you the photo. “also I saw Peter after he left we had a long chat about you y/n” he looked down bit smiled when he looked up at you. “I know you want Him, you always have y/n, and I can’t be the one to keep you from being with the person you truly love y/n so I’ve cancelled the wedding because I know he loves you too” he didn’t sound mad or upset. 

You stood speechless insure of what was going on was Scott breaking up with you, what had Peter told him about your heated kiss, your mind went crazy over thinking. Scott broke you out of your thoughts “get dressed and meet me downstairs” he ordered. You looked at the mirror to notice your dress was missing a lone hanger left “where’s my dress?” you ask. Scott looked sad again but covered it by raising his eyebrows “that doesn’t matter dressed now” he said pointing to the bedroom. You went inside crying your wedding was cancelled your relationship over, Peter was gone, after calming yourself you did what Scott asked.

Once in a pair of jeans and cute jumper you walked to the lift and nervously went to the lobby where Scott stood with stiles and Lydia. You faked smiled at them wanting to hide and cry feeling depressed and lonely. “here she is” Lydia squealed as you got closer “what’s going on” you asked “I’ve got a wed - ending present for you” Scott and stiles  laughing loud at his play on words. You was really confused now your ex fiance should be angry or upset like you was but instead joking about gifts. “can someone tell me what he’s talking about?” you said. They stopped laughing and all gave you a suspicious smirk “hello sweetheart” a voice from behind you called, spinning fast on your heels knowing only one person called you by that name. Peter was stood there his hands in his pockets looking at you just like he had hours before with a loving smile “I meant what I said y/n I love you please give me another chance to prove it” he asked. Turning you looked at your three friends, who were all nodding and encouraging you to go. You smiled at Scott mouthing thank you and ran to peter hugging him as he picked you up off the ground swinging you round. Peter and Scott gave each other a look and smile of understanding and appreciation “you better not hurt her or you’ll have me to deal with” Scott said to him with a smile but a flash of his glowing wolf eyes. “I won’t I promise” peter said more to you then Scott “ill spend the rest of my days making up for the pain I already caused” he finished holding your hand as you both walked to his car.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 3

a/n: hiii here it is, its like a lil bit fluffy, they basically only talk and such so yeah :) hope you like it

characters: joker, reader

warnings: mention of & nudity, lil bit swearing, daddy kink, kisiing, implied smut

*next morning*


I woke up from a cold breeze hitting my back and groaned. Why was it cold? Where was I? What day was it? What’s the time?

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling light shining from a small window. I flinched a little and sat up from my horizontal position, my back was pressed against a silk-like surface. This isn’t my room, was the first thing that came to mind. I then glanced around the bed I was in - there was a pale white back facing me, tattoos covering it. 

Wait a second. Was it…? Oh, God, it’s him. It’s my boss there, the Joker, laying under the covers next to me. Was he… naked? Was I? I took a look under the blanket I was covered in - I was completely naked. Did we…?

And then memories of last night came back to me. Oh, we really did do it again. Was it a mistake? Did somebody see us? Will it happen again? I needed so many answers. I needed to talk to him.

Was he awake? Wait, what day was it? If yesterday was Thursday, then today it was Friday. Ah, thankfully it’s my day off-work. I looked at the digital clock on the night stand - 10:43am. I sighed in relief. I hoped he didn’t have any plans for today, especially in the morning, because I really needed to ask him about.. well, this. I’ll just have to wait until he wakes up, by himself. God knows what would happen if I disturbed his slumber. 

I stood up from the bed and with a blanket wrapped around my naked body, I tiptoed into the bathroom. I sighed once in ‘safety’ and closed the door to the point that only a small crack was open. 

I dropped the blanket and looked at myself in the mirror. I had so many hickeys all over my neck, and some bruises around the hip region. My casual makeup was a little bit smudged and my lips were redder than usual. I didn’t put on lipstick, ever, so I guess it smeared off of him. There were also red lip marks around my collarbones. Jesus Christ, am I sinning.

I pulled my hair into a messy bun and took off the makeup that was left. I sighed again and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. I turned on the shower and there was already hot water running down my body. God, it felt relieving. I closed my eyes at the good feeling and tilted my chin upwards. 

I still felt his touch on my body. It was like… a craving that nothing could wash away, not even water. His touches were rough, powerful, but passionate. They sent the vibe that he liked to be in control, dominant, the one in charge. 

Not really giving thought to it, I started quietly singing to myself.

Are we awake?
Am I too old to be this stoned?
Was it your breasts from the start?
They played a part, for goodness sake
I wasn’t told you’d be this cold
Now it’s my time to depart and I just had a change of heart                                I’ll quote on the road like a twat and wind my way out of the city
Finding a girl who is equally pretty won’t be hard
Oh, I just had a change of heart                                                                         You smashed a glass into pieces
That’s around the time I left
When you were coming across as clever
Then you lit the wrong end of a cigarette
You said I’m full of diseases
Your eyes were full of regret
And then you took a picture of your salad
And put it on the Internet

While singing, I finished showering and turned off the running water. I pulled open the curtain and saw what I wasn’t expecting. There he was, standing in just some sort of sweatpants, facing me, but looking at the floor with something in hand. I couldn’t help but to gasp as he startled me, all of a sudden being there. I grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around myself. He probably walked in while I was showering. How long had he been there?

J raised his eyes from the floor, along with the rest of his face and looked at me.

“No need to cover, doll. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He spoke lowly, barely above a whisper. I just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. “Come on out, don’t be afraid.” He urged and I stepped out of the shower, following his orders. I didn’t know if he was in a bad mood, but I definitely did not want to make sure he was, so I did as told. He reached out his pale hand to me. “Come to Daddy, doll. I’ve got something for you. Take my hand.” He spoke. With one hand holding my towel, I reached the other and placed it in his and he pulled me closer to him in a second. Our faces just a few inches from each other, he was looking me right in the eyes. Oh, his eyes…

Joker suddenly took me by my sides with a bit force, making me yelp and then put me on the bathroom counter. I was watching him with curiosity as he spread my legs and stood in between them, then looking up at me.

“Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.” He said. I nodded, waiting for his next action. I could talk to him now, when he’s… calm. Yeah, I’ll do that.

J slowly unwraps my towel from around me and lets it pool at my butt, almost admiring the sight before him. I was completely exposed to him again. 

“Daddy would love to fuck you right now, but he needs to take care of you first.” He says, running his hands up and down my sides and making me shiver slightly at his cold fingers. ”Don’t you love how Daddy’s marked you?” He then took the thing he was holding in his hand and unfolded it. A white, closed button-up shirt. “I’m sure this will suit you.” He said, undoing the buttons. When that was done, J put it behind me and carefully slid my arms into the sleeves of it. Once it was on me, - it felt so big on me -, he did only the bottom ones, leaving my chest partly exposed to him.

“Daddy?” I spoke.

“Yes, baby doll?” He replies, placing his hand on my waist.

“I have a question. Or a few.” I spoke, putting my hands lazily on his shoulders, letting them hang off of his shoulders. 

“Go ahead.”

“What are we?” I asked. “What do we classify as?”

“Well… I don’t think we classify as anything, at least we don’t need to.” He spoke. Oh. 

“But what is this between us, Daddy? You’re supposed to be my boss.”  I stated. “Are you?”

“Must be so.”

“Then what am I to you, Daddy?” I pushed, leaning a bit closer to him.

“What do you want yourself to be to me, angel?” 

“I don’t know, Daddy. I just… don’t want this to be anything un-special, meaningless to each other.”

“Why would you think this could be meaningless to me? Or you?” Anger appeared in his voice. “Everything has a meaning. Including this.”

“And what is this?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes. Joker looked away from me, only a huff escaping his lips. “C'mon, Daddy, don’t you want me closer to you? Always by your side?” I pouted, the tears almost coming out. I leaned very close to his face, looking in his blue eyes. I saw anger in them which made me feel afraid and tears roll down my cheeks.

“Please, don’t cry, baby doll. Daddy doesn’t like to see you upset.” He said, stroking my cheek, which only made more tears fall from my eyes. “Is this what was upsetting you last night?” He asked and I nodded, pursing my lips together, but then letting a sob out. “Don’t cry, doll. Please. Am I upsetting you?” I looked down. It wasn’t his fault I had accidentally caught feelings for him. But it did involve him. “Baby girl, Daddy can make you feel better.” J said, bringing his lips to my neck and sliding his hands further down my body, but I weakly pushed him away. I looked him in the eyes, there was hurt visible. “Don’t you want Daddy to make you feel better?” I shook my head.

“Not in that way.” I said. 

“Then tell me what you want, baby. I’ll do it. Do you wanna go home or stay here or…”

“No, I want you. Here, always, every day, all day.” I confessed. “I want to stay here with you for whatever-how-long. Don’t you want that?”

“Listen, baby girl. Daddy likes you very, very, very much. I enjoy your company and the things you do for me.” He said. “So, if being… with me, mine, whatever, makes you happy, I will do everything to make you pleased. I would do anything for you.”

“Really?” I smiled.

“Yes, my angel.” Joker replied. I wanted to hug him, but knew he wasn’t the 'hug person’, so I kissed him instead. He grunted, but i could feel him smirk. “So what would you want?”

“I… want to live here. With you.” I confessed once again.

“Anything for my princess.” He said and kissed me again. “By the way,” he dragged out the last word, “I love how you sing, angel face.”

a/n: aLRIGHT I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU HAPPY, BECAUSE IT CERTAINLY MAKES ME HAPPY SO YEAH HADHSDHJSGH I LOVE ALL 200 OF YOU BABES THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. “pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!” The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.
Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube.
Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. “Posey’s got a lotta gas teach!” Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird…
That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin’s dorm to chill and play some video games. “Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He’s my new dorm neighbor!” Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. “How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?” Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. “So… what do you do for fun?” Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with “huh… this…” Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. “So… huh… what’s your last name?” Tyler asked. “O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!” Dylan lit up. “What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…” Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler’s spine. “That was some fart in class today…” Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler’s eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. “It was okay… I… guess…” Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game.
Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn’t sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler’s fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn’t! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn’t possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. “Dude! You look like shit” Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. “You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?” Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin’s new buddy Dylan doesn’t drink and the guys cracked up. “He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!” “Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em’ all at him. Be merciless!” John’s idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… “he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!” Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment “Yesterday’s was better…” Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan’s. That’s when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. “Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!” John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. “Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano” John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. “Dylan, buddy! You’re not even flinching! You’re a beast to put up with this!” Greg was impressed by Dylan’s composure. What John and Greg didn’t know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan’s SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.
Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey’s gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan’s brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. “We’re now a group of five bros man, you’re in!” John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?
The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more “Everclear” than you’d know what to do with. “Do we really have to invite him? I still think he’s a dweeb!” Tyler asked John. “Dude! You’re just upset that you can’t throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!” Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. “Hey Tyler!” Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan “How come you don’t drink?” Dylan looked at him sheepishly; “I’ll drink, if you’ll be nice to me.” Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan’s facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said “This doesn’t have a taste? *hiccup*” Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. “Come here kid, I’ll show you some beer…” Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. “This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…” Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan “cool” in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. “Man, Dylan’s pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?” Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. “He’s fine, he can crash here tonight. I don’t want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home.” The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.
Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy’s face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. “What the fuck was that?!?” Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. “Fucking dweeb” Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… “Don’t do it” Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan’s ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan’s gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb?
Tyler’s dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. “What? No hangover?!?!” Tyler pointed out. “That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home…” Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Dylan was a ringer. Go onto a campus, be the nice kid, get all the teachers’ good graces, impress all the popular folk, then control the crowd. Tyler was impressed and the two sat down for breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day was open. Dylan had no homework. Tyler just had a small report. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. “Man, I bet I had some GAS last night.” Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler’s direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan’s was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. “So you can retaliate?” Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler’s dick grew in his shorts. “I thought I’d freshen the room a bit with my brew.” Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler… was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. “Have you read your book yet?” Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan’s next quote sent chills down his spine. “Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?” Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. “Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey…” Dylan sat on Tyler’s lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm… not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan’s back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler’s stomach. “I see you’ve stopped competing… is someone out of gas?” Dylan cooed at Tyler. “You’re the king.” Tyler moaned over and over. “The king?!?” Dylan smiled. “Well, that’s pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?” Tyler was taken aback by Dylan’s remark… Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn’t matter… In fact it felt safer… Dylan was doing this willingly… “Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!” Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap… “But you told me to get out… so I guess this is goodbye…” Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler’s legs had lost circulation but that didn’t stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan’s crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school?
Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. “Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday’s mistakes. Can’t sit next to the gas bomb for too long!” John chuckled at Tyler’s expense and Tyler stared at Greg… pointing to the empty seat next to him. “Man Posey, I don’t think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!” Posey tried to laugh it off… deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan’s round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn’t wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan’s ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan’s butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan’s ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey’s notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind.
“Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?” Greg asked. “Yeah, see you then! I’m bring Hoechlin!” Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, “Wait? What’s going on?” Posey looked confused. “Oh, we’re hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?” Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. “Yeah, come on!” John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. “What the fuck was that!?” Tyler was furious with the mind games. “Chill buddy, you getting’ jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?” Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler’s grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. “Well, what would we do together?” Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. “Well… we could… study…” Tyler sulked. “Oh, because you didn’t record any notes today and need mine?” Dylan laughed and tickled Posey’s nipple. Posey flinched and responded. “We… we… can do the thing…” “Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I’d hook you soon. Tell you what, I’ll give you my notes, but at a price…” Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. “All the notes you can ever need… but you’ll be my personal fart sniffer… for life.” Dylan massaged Tyler’s shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan’s other hand moved down to Tyler’s member… “I think your little friend has chosen for you”.
Dylan walked right into Tyler’s apartment. “Man, you still got any of that bean dip?” I’m hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. “In.” Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan’s ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan’s hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan’s ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That’s when the first fart hit. Tyler’s nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan’s ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: “You couldn’t even last 5 minutes down there. You’re pathetic. If you don’t do better next time I’m gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly” Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew. He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan’s gas.
Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine’s. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone’s attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. “He wants me to do this now?!?” Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey’s thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. “Dude! That’s enough, you’re proving your point you’re a fucking GOD! Now get off me!” Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. “No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys.” Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. “Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?” Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan’s shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan’s open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler’s oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. “Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more” Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? “You’re doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don’t pass out” On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan’s fart trap. “We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you’ll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar.” Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn’t say love, what did?
A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg’s house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. “Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me.” John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. “Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!” The smell hit the guys with force. “UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler’s farts have stunk SO much worse!” Hoechlin looked confused. “Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?” Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried “STOP!” They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan’s gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

TITLE: Unfortunate Times

IMAGINE: Being best friends with Loki and secretly being in love with him, however he doesn’t know (or he does but just brushes it off). What happens when he sees you getting close to a certain super soldier?

[gif is not mine, creds to ‘becausehiddles’] i wrote this a couple of years back and published it to my ao3 and now i want it here. don’t message me saying ‘hey, you plagiarised this! i saw this on another website’. because that would be pointless because i wrote this. 


Their love was always there, but it was covered with friendship. It wasn’t really a fairy tale at first. They didn’t admit that they were in love when they first saw each other. They hated each other at first, that’s a fact. But they needed that hate, so then it can grow into love. They made mistakes, said some pretty hurtful words, but in the end it was worth it.


“So are you ever going to admit you love her?” Steve asked as he sipped from his water bottle, he nudged one in Loki’s direction which he took gratefully.

“Love who?”

“(Y/N) of course,” he said like it was the obvious thing, but not to Loki, he merely screwed his face.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re deeply in love with her and you can’t live without her? I mean everyone can see it.”

Loki chuckled, finding it humorous, “I love her, but not in the way you’re thinking. I love her and I can’t live without her because she’s my best friend.” He explained gently although emphasising the point in order to make Steve understand.

Steve shrugged, if Loki wanted to  be stubborn then it was his loss, “Just don’t go crying when you find out too late.” He gave Loki one last look and headed up the stairs.

“James!” (Y/N) jumped from her spot on the couch and dropped her book, “Blimey, you scared me!”

He laughed and gave her a crooked smile, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. And Bucky. Call me Bucky, people only call me that, well actually never, unless you’re my mum.” He picked up her book and gave it back to her, “Lord of the Rings?”

“It’s one of my favourite novels, I guess you don’t know it? Judging you’ve been frozen?” He nodded and she explained the concept of The Lord of the Rings.

“That sounds…interesting. Can I read it after you?”

She smiled brightly at him, “This is the second book, I have the first one in my room, come on we can go get it before dinner.” She jumped off the couch and he followed suit. Together they walked up the stairs talking, not noticing the people staring at them.

“So the Second World War was like that?” (Y/N) asked curiously as they walked back down, “Can I possibly, maybe, have an interview? It’s for school! I swear.” She said sheepishly.

Bucky gave her a side glance and smiled. “Why not? I mean, it’s practically like yesterday for me.” They both laughed and walked into Stark’s kitchen.

“Hey love birds!” Tony called out as he flipped something on the stove, “Didn’t think you guys would be down, so what were you doing up there?” Tony waggled his eyebrows which caused Pepper to smack him on the arm.

“Must you be so crude? We didn’t do anything, Jam- I mean Bucky just wanted to borrow my book.” She explained, not noticing a pair of green eyes watching her.

They all sat down on the long table, chatting animatedly. “When do you need that interview with me (Y/N)?” Bucky asked her as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“Considering it’s Wednesday and my report is due next Tuesday, maybe Friday night? If you’re free?”

Before Bucky could answer, “We have a date that night!” Loki called from the other side of the table.

“What?”

“Not a date-date. But we were going to the fair that night.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows and bit her lip, an action that both Loki and Bucky found adorable. “Can we do it on Saturday? It’s just my report really needs to be done.” She gave him a small timid smile and gulped some water, “Plus you can take Sigyn for that date she’s been harassing you about.” Everyone could hear the hostility said with Sigyn’s name, everyone was smart enough not to point it out.

“Fine.” Loki gave a curt reply. Dinner after that was silent, though Tony tried to crack some jokes, but it was quickly shot down. Loki abruptly got up before dessert and (Y/N)’s eyes followed him.

“Loki?” He didn’t look back or replied. (Y/N) didn’t even look around before getting up and following him.

They followed the couple retreating, “He’s an idiot.” Clint said plainly, as if he was talking about the weather. “They’re both idiots.”

“Agreed.”

“Loki?” (Y/N) called out softly before pushing the door open. “Are you okay?”  The autumn wind hit (Y/N) and shivered slightly.

“I’m fine (Y/N), go back inside.” She didn’t listen to him, she sat herself down next to him on the grounds and looked up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” She murmured. She wished she brought a coat with her.

Loki, noticing her slight coldness reached his arm over and pulled her closer to him. “Why are you here (Y/N)?”

“Can’t I be worried about my best friend?” She spoke, moving closer to him, was there a closer?

He grunted and looked away from her, trying not enjoy the scent of her shampoo or how perfect they fit together. “You’re right.” He spoke, breaking the silence.

“I’m always right, but about what?”

He playfully slapped her on the arm and she laughed, “About how beautiful it is tonight?” His tone was light and gentle.

(Y/N) was so pre-occupied looking at the stars, she didn’t notice that Loki was staring at her, neither did the fact that he wasn’t talking about the stars.

“You’re a great best friend.” She looked at him and smiled, “Love you, you know that right?”

“Love you too Loki.” More than you can ever know… She added mentally. Her heart was in turmoil, one part was happy that he loved her, it was jumping up and down. The other half well, it constricted in pain knowing that he didn’t feel the same way, probably never.

Loki and (Y/N) sat on the ground looking at the sky, his arm around her shoulder, her leaning to him. Their conversation was mumbled , their backs towards the door, but even from a stranger’s point of view, they can clearly see how much they were in love with each other.


“What happens if they never admit it?” Jane asked the group that was currently looking at the potential couple.

Natasha shook her head, “They will, don’t worry. It can go either way, it can make them complete and live a happily ever after. Or they will, but then deny it and spend the rest of their lives miserable.”

“I hope it’s the former.” Everyone agreed with Jane’s statement.

Imagine browsing through your keepsake box with Chris.

A/N: Part 2 of Memory Lane, yay! It’s a little longer than usual so get comfy. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’)

You sat on the bed, browsing through your keepsake box filled with your life’s memorabilia. You couldn’t really call it your life’s memorabilia as it mostly consisted of mementos from your relationship with Chris; from the moment the two of you met until- well, now. There were other- some important, mostly trivial- bits and bobs: baby photos, old birthday and holiday cards, concert tickets, out dated passports filled with travel stamps, the key to your first apartment, etcetera; basically anything that reminded you of the best times of your life went into that box.

You enjoyed collecting things; you’d been collecting little mementos since you were a little kid. You’d been called a hoarder numerous times by several members of your family and friends, but you didn’t care. It was nice to be able to look back at different times of your life and reminisce; it also helped you feel less alone when Chris was away, and vice versa. It had also become tradition for the two of you to bring something back for each other, to add to the box after being away for work. Your last trip to London had you bring back a sweet postcard and a miniature black cab, whereas Chris added to the collection his air ticket- the one that brought him home to you a week early- and a miniature Captain America shield; a token from the cast and crew congratulating the two of you on your son.

“I’m curious.” You looked up as Chris exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Why didn’t you just call a plumber about the sink?” He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “So you’ve just been living with a leaky sink for five months? That’s very unlike you, Miss Perfectionist.” He teased and you chuckled.

“It only broke the other night,” you defended your perfectionist trait. “I was going to call a plumber, but then Captain America popped up on my doorstep.” You smiled when he chuckled, draping the hand towel on the back of a chair. “God,” you leaned into him and rested your head on his chest when he sat down and wrapped an arm around you. “I’ve missed you so much that I don’t even care that you’re all dirty from fixing the sink.”

“I’m not that dirty,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair.

“Dirty enough,” you retorted playfully and he chuckled again. “Did the Russo brothers really let you go early, or did you lie and sneak off?” You looked up at him and asked. “I mean- Infinity War’s a huge movie, there is no way they could afford giving you pre-leave.”

“I may have told them you were going into labour early,” he said with a wince. You laughed because you knew he was joking. “No,” he chuckled. “They really let me go early. Remember when I FaceTimed you the other week? Seb came in because they were looking for me?” You nodded. “Well, they wanted to move my scenes forward so I could film them all and get home to you. Seb wasn’t lying when he said everyone was working double time,” he told you and you smiled. “The code word on set was Baby Cap. Whenever anyone got distracted, we used that to remind everyone that I had a pregnant wife waiting on me at home.”

“You work with some amazing people.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I think it helps that you know Kevin Feigi and are friends with most of the cast, I feel like they were doing it more for you than me.” He admitted and you chuckled. “You know, if think about it-” he chuckled, “Marvel’s played a huge part in making our relationship what it is. I mean- we wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for Captain America.”

“Remember how we met?” You asked and he nodded, chuckling. You sat up straight, leaned forward and reached for the Starbucks paper coaster that you’d scribbled your award winning screenplay ideas almost seven years ago.

“I remember how grateful you were when I gave you your coaster back,” he chuckled, taking the coaster from you. “I can’t believe that I was the reason you got that Oscar. You really should be more careful with your ideas,” he bopped your head with the coaster and you giggled.

“Can you believe it’s only been seven years?” You asked as you took the coaster back from him, smiling at your mini mind map that probably made no sense to anyone else who looked at it. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Really?” He rested his chin on your shoulder. “'Cause I can remember it like it was yesterday.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris smiled as he watched the pretty girl in the red knitted scarf from the counter; you were furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. The more he watched you, the more adorable he found you. You were clearly in the zone, working on something important, yet somehow you still had the time to pause to scrunch your face at the orange Gummi Bears and pick them out from the bag. He chuckled when he saw you pinch a red one from the bag, squishing it between your thumb and index while smiling to yourself.

“You’re definitely going to win me an Oscar.” You whispered to your coaster then smiled, drawing a small doodle of yourself holding an Oscar at the bottom of the square. “So cute,” you giggled to yourself then stopped when your phone buzzed.

Chris raised an eyebrow when he saw your eyes widen. You scrambled to your feet and frantically gathered your things, pushing them off the table into your open bag. You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice your coaster had not made it into your bag, but onto the floor instead. As you rushed out of the door, Chris saw the scribbled coaster on the floor. He picked it up and rushed out to look for you but you were gone, he sighed and glanced down at the tightly filled square. He smiled when he saw what you were working on, it wasn’t because he understood what you were writing- it was because your notes were visually appealing; your handwriting was cute and neatly printed, and everything was color coded. The best part about that small card was your doodles, the girl with the Oscar catching his eye. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again or if he’d ever have the chance to return it to you, but he was definitely going to hold onto it just in case.
• • • • • • • •
You poked at your salad and sighed; your appetite completely gone after realizing you’d lost the coaster you’d scribbled your ideas on. You could probably remember some of what you wrote but it wasn’t going to be as good as it was the first time. You sighed again and heard Kevin chuckle; you looked up and winced when you realized you were being a total bummer.

“Sorry Kevin,” you chuckled softly. “I’m not being good company, am I?” He chuckled and shrugged, not wanting to agree with you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “I just-” you huffed. “There were some really good ideas on that coaster and-” You cut yourself off, groaning. “I should’ve just written it in my phone like I usually do but I just bought these really cool pens and- You know what,” you cut yourself off. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something else.”

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain it’ll be better.” Kevin tried to comfort you. “Your parents called me the other day,” he began and you rolled your eyes, biting back your knowing smile. “Hence why we’re having lunch,” he continued with a light chuckle. “They’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckled. “Why else would a busy man like you schedule a lunch with me when you’ve got a Captain America movie to make?” You quizzed and he chuckled. “I’m perfectly fine, Kevin. I’ve just been too busy with work to call or fly home.”

“Or socialize in any way,” he added and you sighed because you’ve heard it all before. “Y/N, you’re a successful twenty-four year old screen wright in Hollywood. You are constantly being invited to red carpet events and after parties with actors and directors and producers who could be perfect for you. Just pull yourself away from your laptop, put on a dress and go meet a guy.”

“My parents seriously called you to tell me to get a boyfriend?”

“I was the only one in the neighborhood,” he shrugged then smiled when you chuckled. “I care about you, kid. I want to see you happy, and though I know your work makes you happy- you need more than work. You’re twenty-four but you won’t be forever, it’s time you start thinking about your future.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “personal life wise, not career wise.”

“Fine,” you chuckled. “If it’ll make all of you feel better, I’ll start looking for the love-” You were cut off when a oddly familiar male voice called out. You and Kevin looked up and you realized why you found the voice so familiar, it was Chris Evans; otherwise known as the actor who dawned the role of Captain America.

“It’s you,” Chris smiled at you- much to your confusion- as he strolled over with Robert Downey Jr.; he and Kevin looked about as confused as you because you’d never met Chris Evans before. “Who would’ve thought I’d run into you here.”

“You know him, Y/N?” Robert asked you with narrowed eyes.

“I know he’s Captain America but- I’ve never met him before,” you answered. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You asked Chris; he shook his head, chuckling. “But you know me?” You asked, the confusion increased in your voice.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “And I think this belongs to you.” He passed the coaster over to you and you face lit up, making Chris smile. “I didn’t fold it ‘cause you look like the kind of person who would find a crease annoying.” You looked up at him and chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to run into you so soon though.”

“And I didn’t think I was ever going to see my coaster again, let alone have Captain America bring it to me,” you told him with a light laugh. “I was a little lost without this, it’s kind of my next project. So thank you,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Save the thank you for your Oscar speech,” Chris responded and you were slightly taken aback by his vote of confidence considering he didn’t know anything about you. “I don’t know what you’re writing but- I have a feeling it’s going to be a winner.”

“Just like this pairing,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, smiling at you and Chris; Robert had the same knowing smile on his face as he glanced between the two of you. The two of you would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy smiling at each other. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?”
• • • • • • • •
“Who would’ve thought that one lunch would change our whole lives?” You asked Chris as he rested his hand on the swell of your belly, smiling. “And add another life to this world.” You rested your hand on top of his, both your wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

“Me,” he said softly. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to change my entire life,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I was going to hunt you down with that coaster, like Prince Charming hunted Cinderella down with the glass slipper. You were something special, Y/N. I didn’t have to know you to know that, I could feel it.”

“You know I’m meant to be the writer in the relationship, right?” You quipped and he laughed. “I love you,” you told him as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “More than I’ll ever love another being.”

“Remember that when our son comes along,” he whispered then kissed you.

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“Bad boy stole my heart” Jungkook story - Part 13

Your eyes were red because of crying yesterday..Jimin was already awake when you woke up.
“What happened” Jimin looked at you and you roll your eyes
“Seriously? I just woke up” you said 
“I need to know why were you crying..I’m your boyfriend and best friend” he said putting his hand on his chest
“I am not in the mood to talk about it..I’m sorry” you said and kissed his cheek

Jimin just looked at you and sigh and stand up and goes downstairs.
Everything from yesterday was repeating in your head..Why would Jungkook do that to you? Take a deal just to hurt you again.Why? 

You stood up and went to the bathroom and look yourself in the mirror.You looked so tired because you cried a lot yesterday.Also you looked really sad..Everyone can see it.

You walked downstairs and sat on the chair at the table not saying anything to the guys.They all just were looking at you wondering what is wrong with you.
“Want some cereal?” J-Hope
“I can’t eat” you look up at him
“Oh..Okay” he said

Suga looked at Jin,Jin looked at Rap Monster,Rap Monster looked at J-Hope,J-Hope at V and V at Jimin..
“What is going on with her?” Suga wispers
“I don’t know” Jin raised his shoulders

“Where is Jungkook?” V asked

Jungkook…When you heard that name it breaks you more and more inside..

“He didn’t come out of his room since yesterday” Suga said
Jimin looked at you and right away knew something happened between you two.He took your hand in his making you stand up and following him.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Jimin looked at you
“Do I look okay?” you start to cry
“What happened..Tell me” Jimin said
“He..Hurt me” few tears fall down your face
“Jungkook?” Jimin asked to be sure,you slowly nod your head starting to sob
Jimin pulled you in a hug..
“He..H-Had a deal w-with a guy..Deal was..T-to hurt me again..” you sobbed
Jimin looked at the floor and clench his jaw because he knew about that deal.
“L-like it hurts me the most because I found out about it and I feel crashed inside” you cried 
You looked up at Jimin..You couldn’t see him clearly because of the tears.He didn’t speak at all.Not even tried to calm you down no more.
“Jimin..Don’t tell me..” you said realising he actually knew about the deal and haven’t told you about it.He would always be honest with you and tell you everything.
“I..I am really sorry Y/N” Jimin tried to take your hand but you move it away
“I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me” you shout at him
“I was going to” Jimin looked at you
“You weren’t” you said and push him away from you

Suga,J-Hope,Rap Monster,V and Jin were peeking trought kitchen door and listened to you guys.
“Oh he fucked up things now” Suga said wispering
“Oh man..What is gonna happen later” Rap Monster wispered too

“I was Y/N..I couldn’t say it because you will be hurt!” Jimin was trying to explain
“I am more hurt now Jimin! You,who I had so much trust in..Lied too and pretended like everything is okay!” you cried shouting at him
“I can’t lose your trust Y/N…I..” Jimin looked at you
“You just did” you said and walked outside in the back

You sat on a chair and cry and cry..How could Jimin do that to you? You had so much trust in him and he was always there for you..He is,but at this moment he’s not.
Jungkook watched you from the balcony and listened to you crying.
Few tears fall down his cheek.
He camed back inside and opens the door and walks downstairs.
Jimin just stared at him
“I’m sorry” Jungkook looked at Jimin
“Sorry? You are REALLY sorry?” Jimin shouted at him
“Yes I am” Jungkook looked anywhere but Jimin
“Lie” Jimin shouts
“Everything is ruined just because of YOU!” Jimin pushed Jungkook,he just coldly stood there,not caring if Jimin is going to beat him up or break up their friendship.Jungkook knows he deserves anything because he caused you pain and hurt you over and over..Even now broke relationship between Jimin and you.
“I know..I am sorry” Jungkook said looking up at Jimin
Jimin in anger punches his face..Then turns around and punches a wall..
Suga and J-Hope camed right away and separate Jimin away from Jungkook.
“Stop it guys..” Rap Monster said
“I hurt her even more now” Jungkook said tearing up
“I fucking hate you!” Jimin was shouting while J-Hope and Suga pushed him upstairs to calm down
“I never meant to do that..I am sorry” Jungkook said again and Rap Monster just kept looking at him,being suprised what he is saying
“Everything..These fights..Also fights with Y/N,all because of me” he added and now Jungkook started to cry
He turns around towards where you were sitting,but you weren’t there.
“I need her” 
“Who?” Rap Monster asked
“Y/N” Jungkook said
“I know she’ll never forgive me,but I need her..I need” Jungkook started to cry and Rap Monster pulls him in a hug

You couldn’t sit anymore near the house,so you went for a walk on the beach,but not where people are..There’s a abandoned place right next to the sea,so you went there to calm yourself.

“Do you..Love her?” Rap Monster asked looking at him
“I love her” Jungkook said 
“Fight for forgiveness then my man” Rap Monster smiled at him
“She will never forgive me” Jungkook looked at the floor

Later ,Jungkook decided to look for you no matter how long it takes.He needed to tell you how he feels..He can’t take anymore of your tears,fake smiles..
He went same way as you went.,and he found you sitting on the rocks by the sea.
Slowly he walked over to you
“Y/N” he said taking a breath
You looked up at him
“I don’t want you here” you said
“Please let me-” Jungkook puts his hand on your shoulder and you move it away and stand up
“I have never been hurt like this in my life” you looked at him
“Not even breaking a bone didn’t hurt much as this..I am CRASHED inside” you cried
Jungkook didn’t want to look your way because he was about to cry too.
“I know you hate me,but I need y-”
“You don’t need me Jungkook..I will never forgive you” you cut him off
“Y/N please..I know I caused you all of this pain and I am SORRY!” Jungkook looked at you crying
“I never felt this way before in my life! I am crying right now because of you!” Jungkook points at you
“You broke me when you said you’re with Jimin,that finished me..It felt like I died” 

You stayed silent while he was talking to you.

“And when I saw how happy you were with Jimin…I wanted to go back and make everything right,not to hurt you ever again”
“You can’t-” you said
“I love you Y/N..I fucking love you with my heart!”
You stayed in shock when he said he loved you..YOu didn’t know what to do or say at that moment.He took your hand and put it on his chest.
“See?! It is beating hard because of you” he started at you

You were looking down and just feeling his heartbeat.Jungkook moved away your hand and looked at you.
“Do you trust me?” he asked
“I don’t” tear falls down your face

Schizophrenia - Justin Bieber Imagine

I stretched as I crawled out of bed, it was only 6 am, but I couldn’t sleep anymore! Justin had been gone the last week because of some meeting he had in New York, and the weird part was that he didn’t want me to come, he just told me to stay at home?
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, then I went downstairs and filled a glass with cold water. I grabbed two pills and swallowed them along with the water, it wasn’t all my medicine, but I didn’t think I would be needing more today.
Having schizophrenic wasn’t easy, most people don’t know the disorder, but sadly I did because I had had it since I was 10 or so.
So basically schizophrenia is a brain disorder in which people interpret reality abnormally.
It results in a combination of hallucinations, delusions, extremely disordered things and behavior.
People with schizophrenia may see or hear things that don’t exist, speak in strange or confusing ways, believe that others are trying to harm them, or feel like they’re being constantly watched, but luckily Justin was so understanding, and he stood by my side through everything, even though I sometimes could be pissed at him for things that he hadn’t even done, but I had hallucinated or just generally believed, and I loved him for that!
I swallowed the last drop of water and placed my glass in the sink, then I went upstairs and took out my messy bun.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub, then as it got filled I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone.
I went into the walk-in closet and grabbed some underwear, then I went back into the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes.
I got into the filled tub and sighed happily as I leaned back.
I unlocked my phone and immediately went into Twitter. I gulped harshly as I kept seeing pictures of Justin and Hailey all over my page, the pictures were taken yesterday, in New York, where Justin didn’t want me to come.
On the pictures, they were laughing and I think they were holding hands in one of the pictures.
Immediately tears started running down my cheeks. How could he do this to me? Was this the reason why he didn’t want me to come with him to New York? Was it because he wanted to hang out with Hailey, alone so he could make out with her without anyone seeing? Maybe even have sex?!
I groaned and locked my phone, then I got out of the water again and dried my body with a towel, and then I pulled on my underwear and went into the walk-in closet.
I grabbed a pair of boyfriend jeans, a white sweatshirt that said “Morning person”, then I pulled on a pair of Adidas superstar shoes. I went downstairs and grabbed my Bordeaux coat and pulled it on, then quickly I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my back, and then I left for the airport.
I had to pick up Justin around 8.30, so even though I was mad at him, I still kept my promises.
As I arrived at the airport thousand and thousands of girls were standing outside the airport.
I pulled on my shades and walked inside, then I went over to gate 3 and sat down.
There was still half an hour until Justin’s plane would arrive, so I killed some time by looking through Instagram, where I once again saw a bunch of photos of Justin and Hailey. It was easy to see that they had something for each other, which made me furious because Hailey was my friend, and she told me that there was nothing between them, which I trusted, but I totally didn’t anymore!  
I groaned and slammed my phone down into the table, then suddenly two hands wrapped around my eyes, which made me scream in horror! Was someone really going to rape me in an airport?
“Relax baby, it’s me” Justin suddenly said as he removed his hands from my eyes. I scoffed and stood up, then I grabbed my bag and started walking away from him.
“Come on! You can’t be mad at me for surprising you” Justin whined as he followed me.
“I’m not mad at you for covering my eyes, I’m mad at you for cheating on me!” I told him, Justin chuckled and shook his head.
“I didn’t cheat on you,” he told me as he grabbed my hand and made me stop.
I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. Justin was smiling widely, which made me furrow my eyebrows even more.
“But you and Hailey-“ I said, but Justin interrupted me,
“Don’t worry baby, Hailey is only a friend, and she happened to be in New York the same time as me” he explained. I gulped and immediately tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry” I sobbed, Justin awed and wrapped his arms around me.
“I just thought I saw you guys kissing and holding hands,” I told him. Justin picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“It’s okay baby, I understand,” he told me. I hid my head in his neck and sobbed loudly.
“Did you take your medicine this morning?” he whispered in my ear as he walked out towards our car. I nodded my head and sniffled.
“I did, but not all of it,” I told him.
“You have to baby, it’s not good for you to go a day without your medicine,” he told me. I nodded my head and jumped down from his arms as we made it to the car.
Since I wasn’t really fully myself yet Justin drove home, but I liked that because he would have his left hand on the wheel and his right hand resting on my knee.
“Wanna tell me how you feel?” Justin asked me as we made it home. I nodded my head and took a deep breath.
“I feel like a devil is taking over my mind, I can’t control myself, it’s all in my head” I whispered, Justin nodded his head and  picked me up.
“I can’t do this anymore Justin! It’s like someone’s trying to ruin my life” I said as I started sobbing again. Justin shushed at me and rubbed my bag as he walked upstairs and into our bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed and pecked my forehead.
“I’ll be right back with your medicine, what pills did you take?” he asked me as he caressed my cheek gently.
“The pink and the yellow” I quietly told him as I pulled the covers over my body.
“Okay, try to stay awake” he whispered as I closed my eyes, I nodded my head and yawned. Justin knew I had a hard time staying awake after I had one of my “situations”.
I just managed to stay awake until Justin came back with a big glass of water and a few other pills.
I sat up, and Justin handed me the pills, I put them in my mouth and grabbed the glass, then I took a sip and swallowed the pills. I placed the glass on the nightstand and laid down again.
“Go to sleep baby, you need it! And when you wake up I’ll be right here by your side” Justin said as he laid down beside me. He took off his shirt and pants and then pulled the covers over his body, too.
“Thank you,” I told him, then I placed my head on his naked chest and pecked it.
“I love you,” I told him, then I slowly drifted into a deep sleep with the sound of Justin’s voice saying “I love you, too”.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this imagine, and be aware, I don’t have this disorder, so if this doesn’t fit, please don’t be offended, I tried my best. 

The gif uppermost is not mine, so credit to whoever made it 

Baby You’re Perfect


Title: Baby You’re Perfect
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Other Characters: Sam
Request: anonymous asked: Can you do a deanxreader where the reader is plus size but she already doesn’t eat a lot and then Dean kinda makes a joke about her weight so she stops eating in general. Then he sort feels bad after he notices. You can end it however you want
Word Count: 1,746
A/N: There it is! I hope that you like it and liked the ending! Thaank you for requesting and taking your time to read! Love you all, xx.

“Hey, Y/N dinner is ready.” Sam pops his head in your room and gives you a gentle smile.

You look up at him and put your computer to the side. “Thanks, Sammy. I’ll be right over.” You tell him and get up, turning off your laptop quickly and following him.

“Are you going with us tomorrow?” Sam inquires since he still didn’t know the answer. “You do realize that you don’t have to go, right? Dean was just being difficult yesterday.”

You now. “Yeah, I’m not going. I feel like Dean can’t get his mind straight sometimes. He gets all mad when I want to go with you guys on a hunt and then when I don’t want to, he gets mad again.”

“You know, I can hear you, right?” Dean smirked from behind you guys.

Your eyes go wide a little bit, looking down at your feet quickly. “I’m sorry. I jus—I just.. umm..-”

“Its fine. I know what how complicated I can be.” Answered Dean and passed you and Sam, going straight for the food. “Damn, Sammy. You sure can cook.”

You look at the food, not really feeling hungry. “It look delicious.” You lie and smile at Sam. Well, it wasn’t that big of a lie, it did look good but you weren’t hungry.

You didn’t eat a lot so sometimes you felt bad because of your weight. You were in the plus size and you didn’t get why if you were active and you didn’t eat as much as other people. It brought you down sometimes. Most of the time, you were okay with your weight though. It didn’t bother you as much as other people would get bothered by their weight. For you it was fine because most times you didn’t considered yourself a big person and not a lot of people would say anything about it. Now, you knew a lot of people that would definitely call you on it if they thought so but nobody did.

“Thank you guys.” Sam smiled and couldn’t help but to feel proud of himself. “I really like this.”

Your eyes wonder back to the food as you sit down and take a bite first. Dean followed, moaning as he tasted the food and earning a funny look from you and Sam. Sam was the last one to finally eat, watching you guys and your reactions.

Diner was silent. Nobody talked. Everybody was into their own thoughts and own little world. Dean finished first and grabbed some beers for you guys and one for himself. Sam was the second one. You didn’t finish what you had on your plate. Your stomach already felt full and that made you decide to just stop there before you get a stomach ache.

“Are you going to finish that?” Dean asked, looking down at your plate.

You shook your head. “It was great, Sam. Thank you but I’m full already. My stomach feels huge.”

“Damn right you’re huge.” Dean joked but he sounded more serious than he intended to.

Sam stared at him in astonishment while you sat there, unable to process what he just said. Or your brain did process it but you refused to believe what he said. He was always so sweet and nice with you and now this? He called you fat.

“Right.” You whisper and stand up. “You can have it.” You push your plate towards and look at Sam. “I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” With that you walk away from them, tears building up in your ears but you didn’t want to spill any tears. Not tonight anyways. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt your feelings and now, thanks to Dean’s comment you felt about yourself again.

Sam glared at his brother and grabbed his plate and his brother’s plate. “That was a dick move, Dean.”

Dean looked at Sam, unaware of what he just cause. “Uh, okay?” He went back to his food, making his brother shake his head and walk away from his older brother. He couldn’t believe what Dean just said to you.

The past few days you’ve been in your room most of the time. You haven’t changed out of your pajamas because you didn’t think it was worth it. You looked big in them or without them either way. So what was the point?

“Y/N? Dinner’s ready.” Sam knocked on your door like he’d been doing for the past few days. He’s the only that seems to notice that something is wrong with you. Sweet little Sammy always watching out for you. “Are you coming to eat?”

“Not hungry.” You reply to Sam and pop your head out. “Probably later.”

Sam looks at you and frowns. “Can you at least come out?” It was the same thing that he has been pleading for the past week, for you to come out.

“Later. I promise.” You smile at him softly, reassuring him that you’ll go out later. “I promise, Sam.”

Sam nodded, not wanting to push you. “Alright. If I’m not in the library, you know I’ll be in my room then.” He gives you a small smile before walking away, leaving you behind again.

You shut the door to your room again and went back to watching Netflix. There wasn’t any point in going out now that you knew how Dean saw you. You always had a crush for the oldest Winchester and for some time you actually thought he felt the same way until a week ago. A week ago he let you know how he really viewed you and of course it hurt. You’ve cried a few times over it, more than you liked to admit.

“Is she not coming again?” Dean asked, confused by the fact that you’ve been in your room for the most part. Yet he hasn’t gone over to ask you if you’re okay like he usually does.

Sam shakes his head and sits down in front of his older brother, digging through his food with his spoon. “She’s not hungry.”

“Again?” Dean questions, furrowing his eyebrows. “I wonder why.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Sam shoots back sarcastically. “It’s not like you technically called her fat or anything.”

All of last week and specially the last dinner that you guys had together comes flooding back into Dean’s head. It hits him then. He did call you fat but he was joking and he never meant it. He never meant to call you fat because he didn’t think that of you. Sure, you were a little bigger than most girl he found at the bar but that didn’t make you any less beautiful or different.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit.” Sam retorts.

He starts feeling bad for saying and feeling like an asshole. You must hate him by now. No wonder you haven’t come out of your room when he’s around. “I’m a fucking douche.” He runs his fingers through his hair before running his hand down his face.

He stands up immediately and almost runs to your room, knocking on your door. “Y/N! Can you please open?”

Your head turns in the direction of the door. Out of habit, your heart starts beating faster and faster when Dean calls your name. You sit there, unknowing of what to do. Why did he suddenly want to talk? It’s not like you exactly wanted to see him.

You cover yourself up with your night robe and stand up. “Y/N , please I really need to talk to you.” Dean leans against the door, repeating to himself how big of an asshole he is. He would never think that of you because in his eyes you were perfect. For him you were the definition of perfection. Before he met you, he thought there was no such thing as perfection. That, of course changed when he met you.

You open the door a little and tilt your head over so that he can just see your head. “Can I help you?”

“Can I come in? Or you come out?” Dean pleaded with his eyes and you knew what he was here for.

You opened the door fully and let him in. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Dean smiled at you softly. “Y/N I just came to say that I’m an asshole for what I said. It was a joke and it was so wrong of me to say that because I know that your self-esteem isn’t the best sometimes. What I said is no true. Baby, you’re perfect.” Accidentally the word ‘Baby’ slips out of his lips but he doesn’t take it back. If he was going to be honest, this was the time to confess what he felt for you. “Gosh. I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the earth. I can never think that you are fat, Y/N. I’m so truly sorry for what I said.”

Your lips let a deep sigh escape your lips. In his eyes you could see that he truly meant what he said. You couldn’t help but to smile because you liked him so much that it was hard to stay mad at him, especially when you knew that he was truly honest with you. He really didn’t mean that. “Y/N, you are beautiful.” Dean continued once you didn’t say anything. “And now that I’m putting cards out on the table, I like you. I really like you. I have for a while. Thanks to you I know what perfection is.”

You blushed deeply and looked down. “Dean.. that’s beautiful, considering that you suck with words and apologies. I forgive you though. And I really like you too, Dean.”

With that, he didn’t waste another minute and cupped your cheeks before he pressed his lips against yours with such gentleness that made you melt under his touch.

“You’re mine now..” Dean breathed out against your lips before he continued the kiss.