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It’s Always You

@aftgexchange for @autisticminyard I hope this is okay! You mentioned an interest in canon divergence (like coffee shop aus) and wanting something sweet. This is my take on a happier, more upbeat, summery first meeting for Andrew & Neil. :)

“Neil! Hurry the fuck up! Coach wants us out in the parking lot yesterday!” Will pounds on the door of the bathroom stall and Neil bites back all the shit he wants yell and does a final adjustment of his shirt, making sure it covers everything. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that he joined the exy team because exy is life, not for the annoying teammates. He slides the lock back and steps out. Will gives him a horrified once over.

“Uh, dude, did you miss the memo? This is a car wash.” Will’s standing there in swim trunks and flip-flops, probably to show off his athletic build. His dark skin is scar free and suspiciously gleaming. Neil wonders if he applied cocoa butter or shea butter or something because nobody’s skin is naturally glowy like that.

Neil plucks at his oversized T-shirt. It’s a thrift store find but Neil really likes it because it’s merch for his favorite team, the Palmetto State Foxes. Kevin’s team. He’s wearing a pair of black sweat pants that need to be washed anyways and Crocs, also from the thrift shop, also orange.

Will is still looking judgy, scowling even.

“Look, this isn’t a beauty pageant,” Neil snipes. “We’ll be washing cars all day. Excuse me if I don’t want to get majorly sunburned.”

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Dean Ambrose - Request 1

Request: Can you do a imagine on you work backstage and have a 1 year old daughter Zoey . Dean likes you and you start to date but his friends and some diva and Renee his some what ex don’t like you because they think you are using him for his money.

Renee wants to get back together with him and this time be dating. So they talk bad about Y/n and Dean start to believes them and  breaks up with you. Renee and Dean start to get close and start to talk but Zoey gets sick or hurt that leads to Dean fighting to get back with y/n and prove in the end they get back together.

Paring: Dean Ambrose/ Reader

Warnings: Mention of Domestic Abuse

Length: 6001 characters. (suuuper long - I’m sorry!)

Y/N - Your Name //  Y/M/N - Your Mom’s name

After 5 days and 3 drafts, I’ve finally happy enough to post it. Sorry for the length, I hope you enjoy!

“Goddamnit.” I sucked in a breath as the feel of hot coffee burned into my skin.

“I am SO sorry - oh my god, oh my god!” The girl panicked, setting down the rest of her stuff before grabbing napkins to wipe me off. “I turned the corner - Kelly was talking into my headset - I wasn’t looking! I’m SO SO sorry!”

She rambled while I took off my wife beater letting her wipe the coffee off my abs. She looked like she was near tears so as much as my skin was burning, I felt bad for her.

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Prompt: Liam knows something that the reader doesn’t

Note: So I kind of took a different route with this request… hope that’s okay…

Warnings: smut mentions I guess? No actual smut ‘cause I’m a chicken.

Breathing heavily, I giggled as Liam pecked my forehead. “That was the fifth time this week.” I told him with a smile.

           “And?” He grinned.

           “It’s only Tuesday! Not even considering the past two weeks, which I can tell you, greatly exceeded the number of days.”

           “Well, what can I say?” Liam nuzzled his head into my neck. “You’re irresistible. Those little cotton panties of yours- they’re strangely hot- and that little sound you make when I kiss you right here…” His soft lips grazed the skin just below my earlobe, making me whimper. “God, just like that.” He whispered breathlessly, rolling back on top of me. “It’s like I can’t control myself.”

           “Is this your way of saying you’re up for round two, Dunbar?”

           “Only if you are.” I nodded feverously, laughing at his expression. My arms came to wind around his neck, holding his warm body against me. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of my hip, producing goose bumps. I arched into him, offering my neck for Liam to devour as my hands did some wandering of their own. He sucked in a deep breath.

           And then he stopped.

           I pulled away slowly to examine his confused eyes. “Is there something wrong?” I asked, rubbing his shoulders soothingly.

           “No, it’s just… you smell different.”

           I laughed. “That’s probably because I need a shower. I smell like sex right now.”

           “No, that’s not what I meant. Your scent… it’s different somehow…”

           Immediately I knew what he was talking about. “Scott said something about that to me this morning.” At Liam’s raised eyebrows, I bit back a wicked grin, “Yeah, he said, ‘Why do you smell like Liam and why does Liam smell like sex?’ He was telling me that lately my scent has been mixed with yours, so he can’t really be sure if you’re actually with me or not.”

           Liam smirked. “If only all the other boys could smell it…”

           “Oh, just shut up.” I stretched to kiss him. Tenderly he cupped my face, kissing me back, but it was too light, too gentle for Liam. “Okay, what is it?”

           “That’s just it. I can’t be sure that it’s just my scent making you smell different. Somehow I think it’s something else. It’s small and… weird.”

           “Alright, do you want to wait on the sex to figure out your little mystery, Scooby Doo, or-” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before his lips were on mine once again.


           A month later, the pack gathered at Scott’s house for a movie night. Kira and Lydia were in the kitchen sorting the snacks while Scott and Malia were upstairs getting extra blankets and pillows. Liam had come to pick me up. Stiles let us in, and the three of us plopped down on the couch. Pretty soon, the conversation turned to… you guessed it… sex.

           “You guys are like rabbits!” Stiles exclaimed, fighting to keep from smiling while I laughed. “Chill out! I don’t want you to end up on Teen Mom or something.” Gasping for breath and clutching my stomach, I leaned against Liam’s shoulder. Lately it had been hard to catch my breath, it seemed- whether it be from laughter, or trying to get from class to class.

           When I noticed that Liam wasn’t laughing, I glanced up to see his face white and lips thin. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing his chest slightly.

           Blue eyes bored into mine with shaking intensity. Finally, he mumbled, “Nothing’s wrong, Y/N.” Liam pulled me closer to him, cuddling me to his side. He’s been in such a cuddly mood recently, and I wasn’t about to ask him about it, in fear it would discourage him. I loved it.

           “Aw, look at the couple.” Stiles gagged. “Love is in the air, and it’s making me sick.”

           Malia walked in, followed closely by Scott, who was juggling an assortment of blankets, pillows, and… were those stuffed animals? Malia only carried a quilt, which she threw at Stiles. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” I let out a small giggle, which oddly left me winded.

           Scott was smiling, watching Malia and Stiles interact, when suddenly he frowned. His head turned to the side slightly, as if he were listening to something. Then, with shocking red eyes, he looked at me.

           Liam was up in the blink of an eye, crouched in front of me, snarling with a ferocity I had never before seen. The entire house went silent, watching Scott glare at the growling Liam.

           “You didn’t.” Scott rumbled, eyes still the same bright red. “Oh my God, Liam. Tell me you didn’t.”

           Malia was across the room in an instant, coming to stand between the two werewolves. “Guys, what’s…” She trailed off. Then she looked at me over Liam’s shoulder. “Oh.”

           “You hear it too?” Asked Scott. Slowly, she nodded. Malia turned to Liam, “How long has it been there?”

           Chest heaving, Liam slowly straightened. “I’ve heard it for about a week now.”

           Malia raised an eyebrow. “And your solution was to keep it to yourself, not let anyone near her, and follow her around like a faithful Golden Retriever? Nice.”

           “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

           Stiles decided to interject then, “Okay, so, hi. Human here, without supernatural hearing. Does anyone want to tell me what’s going on?”

           I raised my hand. “Yeah, I’d like to know what’s going on too. Is this about me? Did I do something?” Liam was at my side at an instant, “No, Y/N, never. You’re perfect. Just…” He looked over at Stiles as if he were evaluating him. Then, when it seemed his scan was complete, he demanded, “Stiles, sit with Y/N for a minute. We’ll be right back.”

           I snorted. “I don’t need a babysitter, Liam.” He flinched. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t mean that to be hurtful or anything-” Before I knew it, Liam was kissing my forehead, and then he was being dragged upstairs by Malia and Scott.

           “What was that all about?” I jumped as Kira vaulted over the couch to sit beside me. “I heard lots of growling and could practically see the testosterone rising.”

           Laughing, I filled her in. “Ehh, Liam got protective and now he, Scott, and Malia are having a super-secret pow-wow upstairs.”

           “Oh no, it wasn’t Liam just getting ‘over-protective.’” Stiles butted in. “He was about to attack his Alpha for just looking at you. Yeah, the glowy eyes freak me out too, but to get in front of you and growl like that? Something’s up. Especially if he did that to Scott. His Alpha. Something is definitely up.”

           Before I could respond, Lydia came in with multiple bowls in her arms. “Okay, I’ve got Skittles for Stiles- yes, you take the bowl, honestly- and chocolate for everyone but Malia, who wanted gummy worms, so I’ve got that… and apples for Y/N.”

           “Yes!” I threw my arms up in triumph as I accepted the bowl, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Lydia.” She waved off my thanks, assuring me that it was nothing.

           “Wait a minute.” Stiles raised an eyebrow. “It’s movie night. That means all junk food is permitted. Why do you want to eat healthy?”

           Lydia rolled her eyes. “You don’t pay attention, do you?” Stiles appeared appalled. Lydia elaborated. “All week Y/N has been eating apples non-stop. That’s just what she’s been hungry for. So leave her alone, why don’t you?” Stiles started to protest, but Lydia ignored him, exchanging a look with Kira and I that clearly said ‘boys.’


           Eventually Scott, Malia, and Liam came back downstairs. Liam didn’t say anything as he approached me, abruptly picking me up and then placing me in his lap once he’d sat down. I didn’t say anything. He looked upset, and he often found comfort in me being as close as possible.

           Everyone settled in, and Kira started the first movie. It was Stiles’s turn to pick, so of course we were watching the Dark Knight trilogy. I honestly didn’t mind; I thought Batman was pretty cool.

           It was kind of hard to focus with Scott watching my every move. Scott had always been so nice and friendly. I didn’t know why he was staring so much. It made me a bit uncomfortable. Liam sensed my discomfort, and tightened his arms around me. “What’s wrong?” He whispered. I was about to answer him when a sudden wave of nausea hit me like a train. Oh God. I struggled against his hold, pushing away his arms and sprinting for the bathroom. “Y/N?”

           For the first time I was slightly faster than Liam, bolting into the bathroom and locking the door, knowing he was following me. I didn’t want him to see this.

           “Y/N? Y/N, open the door.” He demanded, pounding his fists against it. “Open it or I swear I will kick it down. Y/N!” Thankfully I had a ponytail holder to shakingly tie my hair back.

           The clicking of heels on the hardwood alerted me of Lydia’s arrival. “Seriously, Liam? You’re being creepy. Let her use the bathroom. I’m sure she’s capable of doing it herself.” Liam’s big feet slapping across the hall told me that he was probably pacing now. “She just-” I didn’t hear the rest of her sentence because that’s when everything in my stomach came up.


           When I finally opened the bathroom door, Lydia was waiting for me with a glass of water and some crackers. “Thanks,” I told her. She just smiled and nodded.

           Liam was hovering close to her shoulder, flanked by Scott and Malia. He looked anxious. “Sorry about that.” I gave him a little shrug. “I think I caught that stomach bug my Mom had a few days ago.” From the look on his face, you would’ve thought I had said I was dying.

           “I heard that’s going around.” Stiles called from the living room. “Really sucks. Y/N, no offense, but stay away from me.”

           “That won’t be a problem.” I teased.


           The next day was Saturday, and my parents had both left earlier in the morning- Dad for work and Mom for errands- so it was just Liam and I. He had stayed the night, despite my constant badgering for him to go home. He said that he was worried about me, and didn’t want me to be alone. Cutie.

           When I got dressed, I couldn’t help but notice how sore my breasts were. Even putting on my bra kind of hurt. I guess it’s almost that time of the month.

           As I came downstairs, I could hear whispering in the kitchen.

           “A hybrid?” Liam asked, sounding quite distressed, when I walked in. Derek was propped up against the island while Liam sat on a stool.

           “Good morning.” I sang out, kissing Liam on the corner of the mouth and giving Derek a one-armed hug before rummaging through the fridge. “God, I’m starving. I think I’m going to make apple pancakes. Do you guys want any?”


           After breakfast, I was beyond exhausted. “I could barely sleep last night.” I complained to the boys. “I had to go to the bathroom like five times. It was ridiculous.” I yawned as Derek chuckled. “Oh, shut up.” I shoved his shoulder. “I think I’m going to go sleep until noon. It was nice seeing you Derek.”

           “I better get going anyway.” He stood from the table, journeying to put our plates in the sink. “Liam, I’ll talk to you later.” I wanted to know what they were talking about… especially why they were talking about hybrids earlier… but I didn’t want to pry. Besides, it was probably about some stupid video game. It wouldn’t be the first time.

           Once Derek had gone, I stumbled up the stairs, sighing when I collapsed onto my bed. My lower back ached and I had no clue why. Liam’s warm hand eased under my shirt, taking my pain away.

           “How’d you know?” I asked.

           “I could tell.” He whispered, stroking my hair. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, and I don’t know how you’re going to feel about it, to be honest. You’ll probably be more unhappy that I didn’t tell you as soon as I knew than at the actual thing.”

           Rolling over onto my side, I faced Liam. He was now on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you remember when I told you that  your scent changed?”

           I wrinkled my nose. “Yeah. Why?”

           Liam took a deep breath. “Okay, well… other things have changed too.”

           I sat up quickly. “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” Liam’s eyes widened, and he sat up as well, quickly shaking his head.

           “No! I could never leave you…” He stared into my eyes for a moment, hand coming up to brush my cheek. Then he took a deep breath. “This is going to sound crazy, but… last week, I began to hear this noise. It was soft but steady- a heartbeat. When I first heard it, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard- besides the sound of your voice, of course.” His lips turned up into a small smile. “Scott and Malia heard it last night, too.”

           Liam looked at me as if he expected everything to come together in my head. My mind was blank. “Okay, so, where did this noise come from?”

           With a trembling hand, Liam placed his palm against my stomach.

           “For the past few weeks my instincts have been crazy high, and I didn’t know why, but now I do.” I stared at him curiously. “Y/N, think about it. I’ve been hearing another heartbeat. My instincts are off-the-charts, pushing me to almost tear my Alpha’s throat out. You’ve thrown up, had cravings, gone to the bathroom more often the usual, experienced all sorts of symptoms… probably some that you haven’t even told me about…”

           Liam took another deep breath. “Y/N, what I’m trying to tell you is… you’re pregnant.”

Little phan one shot

     “Come one, Dan, please just get over here.” Phil’s voice rang out across the apartment, exasperated as Dan sulked around in his room for the umpteenth time this week.
     A loud groan is all that responded, a groan that gained volume until Dan’s head appeared around the corner of the wall. “Why? I’m so tired, Phil, I just want to sl—
     what the hell is this?”  
     The entire room looked as though a six-year old had been fed ten cans of cool-whip and then had been set loose to do as they pleased. The couch was completely devoid of cushions, as they had all been set up in front of the television like some sort of makeshift fort. The lights in the room were dimmed, with the main source of light coming from a sickly green honest-to-god lava lamp in the center of the room. Dan recognized the spare sheets and pillows from their linen closet, all strewn about the fort, making up the roof and back of the small fort, which looked like it could fit maybe four and a half tiny children, and perhaps one and a half grown ones.
      Right amidst the chaos, all glowy and excited, sat Phil. His face appeared gaunt and ill as an effect of the lamp, which sat on a garden brick a few feet behind him. “Well don’t just stand there, come join me in our fort,” he said, staring up at Dan as if nothing was weird about the contents of the room they were currently in. Dan took one more look around the area, thought what the hell, and sat down in front of the tv.
     “No, you have to get inside of it, Dan, that’s the whole point of a fort.”
     “Why did you do all of this, anyway?” Dan inquired. “And I hope you don’t expect me to clean all of this up when you’re finished.”
     “Well, you were being all moody and sad again, and I don’t like when you do that, so I was trying to think of ways to make you happy, and I remembered you talking about how much you used to love pillow forts, and how you wished you could build one again, so voila,” he said, and wwith so much sincerity and excitement that Dan couldn’t help but smile.
     “Did I say that?” he asked, looking across at his flat-mate.
     “Well, you may have implied it at some point in time, but hey, it’s done, so get inside,” Phil responded, climbing inside of the half-assed fort and patting the space next to him. Sighing, Dan complied, attempting to crawl inside of the fort next to his friend. Their arms brushed together, and Dan was starting to realize exactly how small the thing actually was, noticing in great detail how the entire left side of his body was resting practically on top of the right side of Phil’s. It felt nice.
     “So, what exactly did you expect us to do in here, Phil?”
     “Oh yeah! I nearly forgot about that.” Phil slid out of the fort, told Dan to close his eyes for a second, and placed a disc into the DVD player, turning on the television and angling it so that it was clearly visible from beneath the amalgamation of pillows and sheets. He grabbed the TV remote and slid back in next to Dan, accidentally elbowing him in the face during the process. Once they were situated, and once Phil had apologized at least five times for the reckless elbowing, he told his fort-mate to open his eyes.
     “Howl’s Moving Castle? Are you actually serious? You called me in here from the comfort of my dark, somber room, to watch a Studio Ghibli movie? In a haphazard pillow fort?” Dan sounded slightly agitated, and Phil looked down in shame. “That’s the absolute greatest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Phil’s head lifted a bit, and he took in all at once Dan’s sparkling eyes and wide smile, and he felt himself beginning to grin as well.
     “So you’re not mad?” Phil asked cautiously.
     “No, you  twat,” Dan answered, laughing. “You know this is one of my favourite films. But I thought you said you couldn’t find it when you went out the other day?”
     “And I couldn’t! But just yesterday I decided to check at the little secondhand shop around the corner, and they had it there for only £6, so I bought it there. I wanted to watch it yesterday, but you seemed to be in a mood, so I thought I’d wait a bit.”
     “Damn, we should go there more often. But enough chit-chat, let’s get this show started. You start the movie, and I’ll go make some popcorn.” With that, Dan walked to the kitchen and when he came back, he had to stop and stare in awe at the sight of his best friend, on the floor, smiling happily at the screen before him. He truly is beautiful he thought, smiling softly. He shook his head at the thought, and walked back to the fort, settling in to watch what, in his opinion, was the best love story ever told in the history of romance movies.
     The minutes flew by, with Dan and Phil giggling at every small joke, oohing and aahing at all the appropriate times, throwing popcorn both at the screen and at each other. It was the best night that Dan had had in quite a while, and when Howl was over, they popped in My Neighbor Totoro because, as Phil so eloquently put it, “You can’t just watch one and not the other, Dan, that’s just blasphemy!” About halfway through Totoro, Dan leaned over to make a comment on the animation quality, only to hear soft snoring in response. Glancing over, Dan could see Phil’s head was down, resting on his arm. His face was squished against his arms and Dan couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight. Phil’s eyes were closed, and his mouth was open slightly.
     Dan, after staring admirably at the lovely sleeping man next to him, turned his attention back to the movie. Not even five minutes later, Phil started to shiver to the point that he was snuggling up against Dan’s side for warmth. With Phil pinning him down, Dan couldn’t move enough to grab a blanket without waking him, and so he settled  for wrapping his arms gently around the other boy, and carefully moving so that both were lying in a somewhat-more-comfortable position beneath the fort.
     In this new position, Phil’s face was buried in Dan’s chest, his head resting on the younger boy’s arm, the other of which was wrapped gently but firmly around Phil’s waist. Dan’s face was full of black hair, but he didn’t mind it one bit. He inhaled deeply, and basked in the familiar scent of his home, of their home.
     Dan thought back to the times before he was “Danisnotonfire,” back to when he thought he was just another emo kid who was in love with a youtuber he had never met, who he thought would never notice him. He thought about how annoying he had been, tweeting Phil constantly and commenting on every one of his videos twenty thousand times, and he wondered how in the hell did this happen to me? How did this wonderful man, this angel of a human being, decide that he would talk to me, of all the people in the world. How did I become the lucky one? He constantly was trying to wrap his brain around the fact that he was here, living in the same building, breathing the same air, as his YouTube hero. He marveled at how far he had come since 2009, at how far they had come, and he squeezed Phil more tightly to himself, feeling finally content with his life.
     “I love you, you fucking nerd,” he murmured into Phil’s ear as he turned the TV and the DVD player off, unplugging the lava lamp—which he still didn’t understand why it was there or what importance it had—and settled in for the wonderful night of rest.

     When Phil woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find himself wrapped around his roommate. Their legs were intertwined, and their arms tangled around one another’s bodies. But Phil didn’t mind. He smiled knowingly to himself and laid his head back down against Dan’s chest, and drifted off to sleep, because what better way to spend your mornings than wrapped totally and completely around the boy you love?

The Mission

It was a nice, warm summer night at Camp Halfblood, a few months since the war with Gaia. With each passing day, everything seemed to get better and better. Now, people only got themselves injured for fun, instead of fighting bad guys. It was good times. The hospital ward was full of people laughing at each other’s stupidity, instead of the grim solemnity it had been for a time.

Also, from Will’s point of view, tonight was an important night. He was finally going to ask him. It would take a lot of guts, but he was ready, he had decided. Everything was set into place for his plan; the target was in position, perfectly stationed at the edge of the crowd where they could talk relatively undetected. It was time.

Will slid on his detective sunglasses and surreptitiously sidled up to one Jason Grace.

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