im still waiting for them to like be walking down the street holding hands n stuff

There goes my life

A/N: I heard the song There goes my life by Kenny Chesney & got smacked with feels about a Dean x daughter!reader. It’s an AU. Enjoy.

Listen to it here

 Dean x Daughter!Reader

Seventeen year old Dean stared at his girlfriend Lily, not wanting to believe what she just told him. They were the stereotypical high school couple; he was the captain of the football team, she was the head cheerleader. They were the homecoming king and queen, the high school sweethearts of their class, but they knew once school ended Dean would be headed to California and Lily would be going to New York.

They both had dreams bigger then Lawrence, Kansas.

However it seemed like it all might be crashing down on them.

“Say it again.” Dean stated as tears of fear began to flood his eyes.

“Dean, you heard me.” Lily said as her own tears began to fill her eyes, she was worried how Dean would take the news. She was already terrified herself and was scared of how Dean would react.

“Lil’-just say it again.” Dean responded.

“I’m pregnant.”

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Family Troubles (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- The reader has family issues just like Jughead. When Jughead finds out he is mad that he didn’t know sooner. (Based when jughead lived in the Drive In.)

Warnings- angst, kissing, crying, alcohol, maybe triggering??

Requested- Yes! by @bvreathe

A/N- My fist real requested imagine! Also, I’m like really busy with school and stuff so ya don’t expect your requested stuff to be on time lol. ALSO my ear hurts rlly bad rn so ya. Anyways… enjoy!

“Leave me alone!” You yelled at your mom as she came closer to you.

“Just give me the money, Y/N!”She screamed back.

You had a little bundle of money in your hands that you had earned from working shifts at Pop’s. It was rightfully yours and your mom was trying to take to buy god knows what. 

“No! It’s mine!” You yelled stuffing it in your pocket.  

Your mother looked at you with cold eyes, like you were the worst person on the entire planet.

She suddenly reached out and tried to take the money from your pocket. 

“Stop!” You screeched and stumbled back.

“Y/N. I swear to God. Give me that money. NOW!” You mom reached for the money again but you leaped back, colliding with the couch and falling into it. 

“Get a job if you want money so bad!” You yelled as you dodged your way out of another one of your mom’s attacks. 

You mother suddenly pinned you down on the couch. You looked into her eyes with fear as she grabbed an empty beer can from the floor and held it over your head as if to hit you with it.

“Give. Me. The. Money.” She said quietly as you quickly grabbed your money out of your pocket and handed to her. 

She let you go and put the money in her pocket. 

“Now get out. You’re such a pain. And take your brother too… I’m sick of his crying.” She said as she plopped on the couch, opening a bottle of hard liquor and turning on the T.V. 

“W-what?” You stuttered, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your mom had never kicked you out before. Where were you going to go?

“Am I speaking Chinese?” she exclaimed, “Get. Out. I’m sick of you right now.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“Where am I gonna go?” You asked quietly. 

You mom looked at you and shrugged, “Don’t know… Maybe you can find your father and tell I’m to get back here already.” 

You gulped and ran for your room. 

You swung open the door and quickly ran to your dresser. You stuffed everything you could into the bag and then went into the bathroom and grabbed your toiletry stuff. 

Once you had finished packing, you went over to the small bed beside yours.    A small boy that had all of your features lay sleeping in it. He was four. You quickly waked him.

“Wake up, John… We gotta go.” You picked him up out of bed and set him on the ground. 

“Wha?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Get some clothes and put them in this bag.” You handed him a bad and he did what you said. 

“Now, Get on your coat. It’s cold.” 

Once he did so you both headed out. The living room was silent except for the T.V., which was playing a cop show. Your mom was asleep on the couch, the liquor bottle still in her hand. You sighed a long and sad sigh.

Your mother was a good person at heart. She really was. But, ever since your dad left, 2 years ago, she had turned completely different. She turned to alcohol to make her feel better. She lost her job. She went spilling downward. And she took me and my brother with her. 

As the hour neared mid-night, it was cold. the wind rustled the tree branches as you walked with your little brother down the streets of Riverdale. You didn’t know where to go. There was nowhere to go. You couldn’t let your friends know about this… They already had their own troubles. 

Maybe we can rent a hotel… you thought. But then you remembered: your mom took your only money. 

“Y/N, I’m tired.” Came a whiney voice from John.

You looked down at the sleepy boy. He sucked his thumb and rubbed his eyes.

You had to find a place for you to stay. 

Then you saw it: The Drive In.

It was dark and no one would be there this late at night.

“Come one, John just a little further.” You said and pulled him along.

You neared The Drive In and quickly helped your brother through a tight entrance in the gate. You did the same. 

You neared the little building where they projected the movies. You would sleep there tonight. 

As you fumbled with the locked door handle you neared a noise from inside.

maybe its just some rats… you thought to yourself. 


A huge crash came from inside.

you gasped. That was not a rat. 

You quickly grabbed John and hid on the other side of the building. 


the door had opened. 

Holding your breathe, you cupped a hand over your brother’s mouth for him to stay quite.

“Hello?” A voice came from around the bend. 

It sounded familiar. Very familiar. 

“Jughead?” You exclaimed and looked around the bend.

“AHHHHH!” A scream escaped the mouth of the tall and thin teenage boy that you looked at. 

His dark hair under a beanie and he wore dark clothes, it was your boyfriend Jughead. 

“Calm down! It’s just me!” You exclaimed, touching his arm. 

“Oh my god! What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jughead asked, looking around.

You shifted uncomfortably. 

But wait. What was he doing here?

“Wait a minute… What are you doing here?” You said pointing at him.

He sighed and took your hand leading you inside. 

“Wait!” you said, “My brother.” 

You grabbed your brothers arm and took him inside with you. 

“Oh my god Jug! I can’t believe that. I’m so sorry.” You said in a whisper as your brother lay sleeping in a sleeping bag. 

You were sitting in the projector room of The Drive In. Jughead had just told you his story, he was homeless and lived here.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault.” He replied.

You looked at your brother and sighed of relief. He was safe and so were you.

“Ok, now to answer my question… What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you.

You look at him seriously. 

“I got kicked out.” You say, a lump in your throat forming.

“What? Why?” He asks. He looked so concerned for you, so caring.

“I got money, for working a few shifts at Pop’s. I was going to use it to buy some good snacks for John and maybe some new school books for myself.” You say, “But my mom took it. She takes all the money I ever get… Birthday money, working money…. I know it sounds stupid but I need that money. She never buys me and John good clothes or good food or hardly anything. I have no money to actually go do fun things. Like get ice cream or go to the movies. All I wanted was to keep some money. But she took it, to buy…Who knows what. She doesn’t always hurt me or John… Only sometimes. When she’s really mad or wasted. Im just glad she kicked us out instead of hurting us again.”

A hot tear runs down your cheek as you finished your last sentence.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks, a bit of anger in his voice.

But you could tell, he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for not knowing sooner.

“Im sorry. It was my own problem and I didn’t want to drag anyone into it.” You say.

“I’m so stupid. I should have known. I should have guessed. I should have looked at signs.” He began to say to himself, angrily. 

“No, Juggie. Don’t bring yourself down for this. It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault I’m in this situation.” You tell him.

“I could have kept you safe, Y/N. And I didn’t.” Jughead stated, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Jug. There is no use fretting about it now. It’s over for now. Don’t beat yourself up for this. It will only make me feel worse.” You whispered and smiled. 

Jughead nodded and then took you in his arms. Wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you in close to his warm body. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. You can stay as long as you need.” He says into your hair. 

He hugged you tightly before letting go and kissing you on the top of the head. 

“Thank you Jughead.”


A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

A/N: I am so happy to release the first chapter of this story to you, after sitting on it for quite a while. But im glad that you can finally have Jin’s story! :) (for regular readers, it will follow the kind of formatting used for Voices and Exposure- although this first chapter is slightly longer.)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Part 1

‘I seriously don’t know how they expect me to get all of this done in two weeks.’

Exhaustion taints your words as you lean back in your chair, resting your head back on your shoulders as you look longingly out of the café window, the same view having greeted you for the past 4 hours that you’d been sat trying to work on your latest assignment for university, and each time having taunted you with the prospect of escape, before you’d ultimately turned back to your laptop to continue tapping nonsensically away.

‘Come on, Y/N, only 3 more weeks and then you’ll be free of this.’ You mutter to yourself, dragging in a deep breath once more before sitting back up and cracking your back as you refocus on what you were writing.

Although, its after around 5 minutes of staring dumb-foundedly at the paragraph of gibberish on the screen in front of you, that a loud hulking laugh penetrates through your concentration and you peer up at the counter of the café to see two tallish boys chuckling away together, their faces immediately catching your attention as you take in how stunningly beautiful they were.

‘Well, that’s a sight for sore eyes.’ You mumble, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of them, but getting cut off when you suddenly see the most angelic boy turning to look in your direction, hurriedly looking back down at your computer and feeling your face heat up like a furnace. Of course, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking one last peak up at them when you hear them begin to mutter between one another once again, watching them receive their order of two hot drinks and a selection of cookies and biting your lip when you see the tempting sight of chocolate.

‘God, I could really do with a cookie right now.’ You murmur to yourself, sighing, and shaking yourself out of your thoughts as you try to reject the exhaustion pulling at your bones, instead leaning back to stretch in your chair and momentarily closing your eyes as you take a moment to escape the stoic pose you’d been sat in for the past few hours.

You draw in a deep breath as you sit up once more, feeling like weights were pulling at your eyes and having an odd sense of disorientation as the café blurs in your vision slightly, before you peer at the clock on the wall to see that rather than the 5 minutes you were expecting, 2 whole hours had passed.

‘Oh My God!’ you gasp, realizing you must have fallen asleep and awkwardly scrabbling into a more upright position, rubbing your eyes weakly and groaning as you think about how much time you’d lost that you could have spent working on your assignment.

‘Im so dead.’ You groan, instantly standing and walking over to the counter to order a coffee to go, and quickly packing up as you wait for your coffee to be ready.


You sigh as your order is called, hurrying to shove the rest of your stuff into your bag so that you could swing it onto your shoulder, before going to turn back to the counter, only to almost walk straight into a set of wide shoulders.

‘Oh, sorry.’ You mutter, about to move around them, before you realize the man was holding a cup out for you to take, your order of an Americano in his hand making you frown as you try to remember if you’d paid for it…

But that was before you looked up.

And you took in the same angel’s face with those warm chocolate brown eyes that you’d seen stood at the counter earlier.

Only this time, those eyes were staring down at you.

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Bonjour Mon Amour

Barry X Reader

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: none

You loved your job. It had always been your dream to become a fashion designer and you knew you would be able to work up to it. But being the assistant to an ungrateful boss left you more than a little stressed. Well, lucky for you Barry was always willing to cheer you up.

“You can’t let her get under your skin.” Barry sighed, taking another sip of his drink.

“I know.” You nodded “She’s just such a bitch to me all the time.”

“Maybe its cause you’re prettier than her.” He joked, happy to see the smile on your face.

“You’re sweet.” You stated,  resting your hand atop his own.

“Well I’ve got to go,” He said with a glance at his watch “but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“If I make it through yet another day of the torture.” You exclaimed, putting a hand to your head for dramatics.

“Night.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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b.a.p zelo x dog walker au
  • ok so imagine this
  • youre walking down the street tryna get to your mailbox or sth and you got your keys in your hand
  • chillin
  • throwing and catching your keys cause ur Cool Shit™
  • then you drop them
  • go to pick them up but when you look back up you come face to face with this tiny little ball of FLUFF with eyes
  • no thats not junhong just wait
  • you follow the lil pup’s leash up to the hand of his owner
  • then your eyes make their way up from the hand to the face and wow
    that was a long look how tall is this guy
  • you finally stand up cause u realize u’ve been staring at this random guy from the ground w his dog smelling your face
  • and wow why is he still so tall
  • “sry!!! sry sry sry im sorry omg he’s just a pup did he bite u???”
  • the big pup picks up the lil pup and holds him close
  • meanwhile ur still in shock cause wow Cute Tall Boy
  • but also why does Cute Tall Boy have such a smol pup something doesnt add up
  • hes still asking if youre ok and finally ur like “I LOVE DOGS DONT WORRY” but like a lot more excited than u should be bc its not just the dog that u like wink wonk ;);););)
  • u kinda gesture to the lil pup and the big pup nods and hes like “yeye pet him!!!! careful tho he bites omg”
  • you start petting the lil pup and he nibbles your hand a bit but it just tickles and u kinda giggle
  • you look up at Cute Tall Boy and oh man he’s staring r i g h t a t m e
  • Cute Tall Boy becomes Nervous Tall Boy and looks everywhere he can except you
  • i mean u saw him lookin @ u so ur basically doing the exact same thing now
  • you do that cheesy thing where u both look at each other from like the cORNERS OF UR EYES
  • he kinda giggles and ur like alright sold
  • u realize that u have basically learned nothing abt each other in this span of 3 minutes of admiring lil pup (and big pup) so you finally ask “whats his name”
  • he responds “junhong” and ur like “omg thats cute hi junhong”
  • then Cute Tall Boy responds “hi” and then realizes what have i done
  • you look up at him all confused bc theres no way in hell ur looking d o w n
  • “omg dont worry!!!!!! both cute names!!!!! hi mochii!!!” u start petting lil pup mochii
  • then u look up again and cause ur so good with the boyz
  • “hi junhong” hold out ur hand like its a business meeting “nice to meet you I’m _____”
  • Nervous Tall Junhong shakes your hand and smiles the most innocent and awkward smile you’ve ever seen
  • u realize that ur keys are still in your other hand and ur like “oh ya mailbox”
  • junhong speaks up right as you start to inch around him eXTREMELY SLOWLY cause u know this boy needs time to prepare himself to SPEAK
  • “wait you live around here??”
  • “ye”
  • “me too”
  • and the rest is history sry this was so gross omg follow 4 more fluff

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Can you write a one shot where Owen and the reader not together yet, and he keeps putting mistle toe along the path that she takes to get to the paddock and he stands under it waiting for her to get there and he’s like “looks like you have to kiss me now” but it’s still November and it’s not Christmas time yet and when it’s the last piece of mistle toe they kiss and it’s super fluffy AND IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG ;-; THANK YOU!!!

A/N: Yay it’s Christmas!  Hope you like the fic!  If anyone has any more Christmas/holiday prompts, I’m more than happy to take those (in addition to normal prompts, of course, and after the two other prompts that I still have to write).



Definitely not native to Isla Nublar.  And yet you see it tied in the trees, all along the path you walk to get to the raptor paddock.  You look up, wondering who could possibly have done all this.  And more importantly, where they got the mistletoe from.

The walk takes you longer than normal, as you stop to untie each sprig of mistletoe.  By the time you reach the paddock, not only are you almost late, but your arms are full of the little plants.

Just as you’re about to head out of the trees, you run smack into someone, dropping all of the mistletoe you’re carrying.

“Hey, watch-” you start to say, before realizing it’s Owen.  “Owen, what are you doing here?”


“What are you doing here?” you ask, bending down to pick up the fallen sprigs.

“Oh, you know,” he says.  “Just doing some…stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” you say skeptically.  “You wouldn’t happen to be responsible for this mess, would you?”  You gesture to the mistletoe.

“Where’s your Christmas spirit, (Y/N)?” he teases.  

“In the month of December, where it belongs,” you reply.  “It’s not even Thanksgiving yet.”

“Oh, you’re one of those people,” Owen says mockingly.

“Yes, I am,” you reply.  “Thanksgiving is a severely underrated holiday that never gets the recognition it deserves.  It’s like the middle child, squeezed between Halloween and Christmas.”  You’re about to walk away when Owen grabs your arm.  

“Not so fast,” he says, grinning.  He points up and you spot another mistletoe bundle.  Shaking your head, you reach up and pull it down from the tree, adding it to the top of the pile, which you hand to Owen.

“Try me again when it’s actually Christmas time,” you say, throwing in a wink so he knows that you mean it.


It’s the day after Thanksgiving.  Black Friday.  You can only imagine the nightmare that is Jurassic World right now.  You shudder at the thought of the crowded streets, the hour-long lines for the attractions.  Lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice the green sprigs that line your path to the paddock.

You’re almost to the paddock when you stumble across Owen.  Literally stumble.  The man’s kneeling on the ground, tying his shoe as you nearly trip over him.

“Woah,” he nimbly shoots up and grabs you by your waist, preventing you from falling over.  He holds you close, as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. 

“Again, I’m wondering what you’re doing over here,” you say and he laughs softly.

“Look up,” he says, and you catch sight of another bundle of mistletoe.  You sigh.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” you say as you pull yourself up and out of Owen’s arms, as much as you’d like to stay wrapped in them for all of eternity.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Owen says and you could swear you see Owen’s face fall just the slightest bit.  “It’s the day after Thanksgiving.”

“It is indeed,” you say.  “But Christmas doesn’t start until December 1st.”  You reach up and grab the mistletoe, pocketing it as you walk away.


December 1st.  

As you reach the path, you’re surprised to see no mistletoe.  Surprised…and a little disappointed?

You reach the end of the path, Owen is nowhere in sight.  You realize now that he probably thinks you’re not interested in him, which couldn’t be further from the truth.  Your aversion to mistletoe had nothing to do with him; you just feel very strongly about when Christmas begins.

You sigh, wondering what you can do.  Slowly, you come up with a plan. 

Once you get inside the paddock, you head straight to your locker, where you find the mistletoe you stole from your last encounter.  Armed with the sprig, a thumbtack, a clipboard and pen, you head to Owen’s office.  

Owen isn’t there yet, giving you plenty of time to enact your plan.  Standing on your tiptoes, you tack the mistletoe above his doorway and wait.

About fifteen minutes later, Owen finally shows up.  You can see him hesitate as he spots you, eventually walking forward, key in hand.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he says, his voice a little cool.  You wince inwardly.

“Hello, Owen,” you say sunnily.  “I was wondering if you could sign this paperwork for me?”

He nods and wordlessly takes the pen from you, signing the form quickly.  He hands you back the pen, but you don’t move.  He sighs.

“Is there anything else you need, (Y/N)?” he asks, and your heart is almost breaking from how sad he sounds.

“You owe me something,” you reply.  “Look up.”

He looks up and spots the mistletoe, dangling just above his head.  He looks up at you, shocked.

“I thought-”

“It’s December 1st,” you say.  “Now, it’s Christmas time.”  Owen smiles.

“I thought that you weren’t interested,” he says.  “I thought-”

You lean forward and shut him up with a kiss.  You pull back and smile.  “I think you owe me two more kisses,” you whisper.

“Only two?” he asks playfully.

“Better make them count,” you smile as you lean back in.  He does just that.

Imagine Kozik cheating on you. part 1.

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You have been around the club for quite some time now, not only because you were best friends with Tig but because you were dating Kozik and lets face it that got under Tig’s skin.
You met Kozik awhile ago, but you developed feelings for him when he came to Charming for Sack’s wake. The two of you started of just flirting and hiding it from Tig. He was like your big brother, overly protective and hated the fact that you had a thing for Kozik but that never did stop you.

Eventually Tig realized that the two of you were awesome for each other and stopped trying to put an end to your guy’s ‘ romance ‘ but that didn’t stop him from making stupid remarks towards Kozik and teasing the two of you. The upside to you and Kozik being together, it kind of brought Tig and Kozik a tad closer and somewhat less hostile towards one another.

You had just started at St. Thomas and it was taking up so much of your time, but you needed to prove to the board that you belonged there and that you were capable of doing your job right. You had hardly any free time to see your old man Kozik, and it was driving a wedge between the two of you. Every time you did make it home, Kozik was already in bed or he was out on club business. The timing was just off and it put a huge strain of your guys’ relationship, you both were lacking each others attention and you were starving for each others touch.

It was 6am and you were about to head out to work, Kozik was still laying in bed and said to you;

“ am i going to see you at all today or tonight Y/N ? “ He startled you because you thought he was sleeping but you turned around and said in a fluster;

“ i don’t know baby, i sure hope so. “ Kozik sighed in disappointment, and you heard this and said;

“ what’s the problem now herman ? you know this is my job “ Kozik got up, and said with a heated tone;

“ i know, but your my old lady and i never get to see you. i never get to spend time with you.. hell i haven’t even been able to fuck my own woman in what seems like ages ago.. “ You looked at him, because you knew he was right and then you said;

“ i know, and when i actually have time off which is rarely the stupid club seems to own you. so this ain’t all on me babe. “ Kozik didn’t know how to answer you and you just looked at your watch and said, while walking out;

“ i got to go, i’m going to be late .. “ Kozik was pissed, and you were pissed but you knew there was nothing you can do. This was your job and it was important. You were a doctor at St.Thomas, hell you were a surgeon that was saving lives every day. You helped patched up the guys with Tara when they needed help and you didn’t fuss because it made your old man happy.

Hours went by and your day was completely hectic, and you knew you wouldn’t be home till the next morning, but to your surprise your boss called you into his office, you were nervous and as you walked in he said;

“ hello Y/N glad i got a hold of you “ You stood there, wide eyed and said;

“ hello sir “ He suggested you sit down and in the back of your head you thought that maybe you were in trouble and you said;

“ um, sir ? what’s this about ? “ He smiled cause he could see how nervous you were and said;

“ Y/N, i know you have been working your ass off for awhile now and i’m quite impressed, you have been practically living in this hospital, but you need some time for yourself and i’m giving you a couple days off “ You were shocked to hear him say this and you said;

“ oh my god really ? thank you so much sir “ He smiled, and reached out his hand and stood;

“ its no problem, go and relax we will see you back here next monday “ You stood up and shook his hand.

You walked out of the office, went to the lockers and grabbed your stuff and headed out the door. You were excited, you couldn’t wait to surprise Kozik. So you stopped at this cute lingerie store that you’ve always wanted to check out but never had the time. You picked out the hottest outfit there and knew it would blow your old mans world, so you changed in the changing room in the store and put in on under your scrubs. You headed to your house, it was dark and you didn’t see Kozik’s bike, but you did see a strange car parked on the street just outside your house. You didn’t think anything of it, so you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car and proceeded into your guy’s home.

Once you got in and put your bag and keys on the table you heard a noise that came from the back room, you stopped and listened and it happened again so you reached into your drawer and pulled out your gun and cocked it back. You walked slowly throughout your home, and once you realized the noise was coming from your bedroom, you could hear soft moans and the familiar grunts of Kozik. Your heart stopped, and it was like the wind was knocked out of you, you put your ear to the door and listened just to make sure you weren’t imagining it, and you heard him and this tidal wave of anger washed over you.

“ that son of a bitch “ You kicked open the door, and it slammed opened, Kozik was balls deep in some raunchy blonde crow - eater and he pulled out of her and looked at you like a deer caught in head lights. Kozik said as he stumbled to his feet;

“ Y/N !!! you weren’t suppose to be home tonight “ You chuckled and said as you raised your gun towards them;

“ oh, i’m sorry i fucked up your night “ You noticed Kozik trying to move closer to you and you said;

“ Dont you fucking move ! “ Kozik stopped and had his hands up and you looked over at the raunchy crow - eater and said in a strangely calm voice; 

“ Get the fuck out of my house, and if i ever see you come around me or Kozik again, i will fucking kill you “ The crow - eater scrambled for her belongings and ran out of the room and the house bare ass. You stood there and Kozik said;

“ baby, i’m . . “ You stopped him from talking and said;

“ how could you do this to me Herman ?! “ Kozik put on his boxers, and tried to explain;

“ Y/N i just got so drunk tonight, and i was still pissed off at you and .. “ Your spat at him;

“ and what you had to fuck the first hooker you seen ? really ? and i got your fucking crow and this is how you repay me ? “ Kozik walked towards you and pointed the gun at him, but you lowered it. Your heart was broken, and you started to cry and Kozik said while trying to hug you;

“ baby, i’m so sorry .. im sorry i’m such an idiot “ You pushed Kozik away from you and with you seeing red you swung and caught Kozik perfectly and he dropped to the floor. You said as you walked back;

“ Fuck you Kozik “ You stormed out, and got into your car. Kozik running up to the car window and trying to get you to stop;

“ Y/N !! Y/N please stop, stop the car “ You didn’t stop, you just floored it out of there. You didn’t know where or what you were doing, tears rolling down your face. You stopped on the side of the street, you picked of your cell and it was blowing up with messages, and phone calls from Kozik. You didn’t know what to do so you dialed Tig’s number.

Tig answered the phone and all he could hear was you crying;

“Y/N?! whats wrong ?! whats going on ?! “ After you somewhat caught your breath and in between sniffles you said;

“ Tig.. i need you “ Tig said with concern in his voice;

“ okay, where are you sweetheart ? “ You sobbed more, and said;

“ i .. i don’t know. . i’m on the side of the road.. “ Tig heard enough and said;

“ okay, come to the house i’ll be there “ You agreed and hung up.

You drove to Tig’s and he was already there waiting, you got out of the car and ran to him crying. He held open his arms to you and hugged you and you cried into his chest. He was stroking your hair and back softly and as he let you cry, he eventually said;

“ what’s going on Y/N ? “ You stood back a tad and looked up at him and said;

“ Kozik. .. cheated. . on me “ Tig’s eyes were full of anger and rage and said;

“ what?  thats son of a bitch “ Tig took you inside the house and the two of you sat on the couch, drinking and talking. You told him about how you two have been having troubles because of work and how the both of you were lacking affection from one another. Tig said;

“ i’m going to kill him “ You looked at Tig and said;

“ no .. please don’t Tig “ Your phone was buzzing like crazy, Tig grabbed it and turned it off. He said to you;

“ stay here tonight; your room is still there.. untouched. you still have some of your clothes here “ You smiled at Tig and leaned your head against his shoulder and said;

“ what would i do without you Tig “ Tig wrapped his arms tightly around you and said;

“ don’t ever worry darling, i’ll always have your back. we are family “ You got up and headed to the room to grab some clothes for a hot shower. As you were getting into the shower, Tig heard a bike pull up and he knew exactly who it was.

Kozik started knocking on the door frantically and was yelling;

“ come on Tig, i know she’s here .. open up please i just need to talk to her “ Tig whipped open the door but he wouldn’t let Kozik by and looked at him;

“ nice eye, wanna matching set ? “ Kozik scoffed and said;

“ i know i fucked up, please Tig. i have to talk to her. “ Tig walked forward making Kozik take a few steps back and he closed the door. Tig said;

“ naw, i don’t think so. she doesn’t want to see you right now and i don’t blame her. if she didn’t tell me not to kill you, you’d be begging for you life right about now. “ Kozik shook his head and knew he messed up big time and didn’t know how he was going to fix this, he said;

“ Tig, i never meant for this to happen… “ Tig’s eyes grew and he scoffed sarcastically and said;

“ oh really, so fucking that crow - eater was worth breaking Y/N’s heart ? “  Kozik didn’t know what to say, but Tig could see that he was sorry and felt horrible about it, Tig could see the tears that were welling up in his eyes but at that moment Tig really didn’t care all he wanted to do was beat the crap out of him. Tig said;

“ you need to leave, if she wants to see you than you can see her. but until then your not coming anywhere near her. “ Kozik didn’t leave, Tig walked back in and closed the door. Kozik sat on the steps with his head bend over and leaning on his hands, Tig walked in to you standing in front of him. You knew Kozik was here, Tig trying to make a white lie;

“ i .. i just took out the trash.. hehe uh, good shower ? “ You crossed your arms over your chest, and said;

“ seriously ? for as long as i’ve known the only trash that you’ve ever taken out was a crow - eater “ Tig chuckled and scratched the back of his head with nervousness and you added;

“ he’s out there. .. isn’t he ? “ You caught Tig’s eyes and he nodded yes and said;

“ yeah, he is. .. “ You swallowed hard, and held back your tears and said;

“ i .. i don’t want to see him yet.” Tig replied while walking towards you;

“ okay, and you don’t have too .. “ You looked up at him and said softly in an almost whisper;

“ i’m going to try sleep. . “ As you walked towards your room and as you got to your door Tig said;

“ i can still see your right hook is still great “ You looked at Tig and smiled, he matched yours and you walked into your room, closing the door.

part two coming asap ;)

Animal Crackers// Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by krystuan

Pairing: Bamabam x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: @myfuckingheroes asked: we are in the Bambam trash can together, Sara haha so yeah, here you have me making a bambam scenario request once again in which youre in a drugstore or convenience shop at night and because you are not wearing your glasses/lenses you see everything blurred so you ask this one guy (that ends up being him) to help you find your medicine/stuff and he ends up walking you home or smth (i hope im not bothering you but your writing is really good and im full of ideas/know lots of aus haha ^^’)

Author’s note:The amount of times that this has happened to me is really uncanny. I’m constantly breaking my glasses or losing my contacts in public and have ended up having to ask a random stranger to read prices for me and walking home basically gripping onto house walls to try and stay out of the streets. I hate being as blind as a bat

xoxo Sara

“Ah, where are they…” you mumble softly, squinting your eyes as you looked through the shelves to find your favorite snack.

Usually, you would be able to find them no problem, grabbing the icing glazed animal crackers and walking out of the store, eating them on the way home. But on the way to the corner store by your home, you had turned too quickly to the left, causing your glasses to fly off of your face as they were too lose, and to on going traffic.You groaned softly, not even bothered by it anymore as it ALWAYS happens.

You felt in between the shelves, practically pressed against them as you felt a hand press against yours. You quickly pulled away, blushing as you squinted your eyes at the person the hand belonged to.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, a fuzzy smile on his face as he watched you squint.

“no no, it’s fine,” you said, “I literally didn’t see you there.”

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Day 6: Hot Chocolate (Daryl Dixon imagine)

hello it’s natasha here with day 6 of our 12 days of christmas :) today’s christmas word/phrase is ‘hot chocolate’. it’s a little (a lot) longer than i planned but i hope u enjoy! also if your name is laura im sorry you just have to have the same name as your friend (2,244 words)

  “They’re almost done,” I said, picking up the shaker and dusting cocoa powder across the fourteen mugs of hot chocolate that I had meticulously prepared. I had been a barista before everything, and so considered myself to be somewhat an expert at drink-making, even with the mediocre utensils I had here in Alexandria.

  The hot chocolate was for the group that had arrived yesterday — it was a cold night, and I thought a delivery of warming drinks would be the perfect icebreaker.

  “You’re going to way too much trouble for these people, Y/N,” said Laura, who was the closest person I had to a friend in Alexandria. I’d arrived at the community three months before, and Laura had been one of the people to go out of her way to welcome me, so I was surprised at her admission.

  “We don’t even know them,” she said, looking suspiciously out my kitchen window at the house Deanna had given them, which was directly opposite mine.

  “That’s the point; this will help us get to know them.”

  I started to move the mugs onto the two large trays I’d found tucked away in a cupboard, still wrapped in their packaging. So much of Alexandria remained untouched, and whenever I found something brand new, I felt sad. Sad that the people who should’ve lived here and used all this stuff were probably dead.

  “Come on,” I said, picking up one of the trays. “I’m sure there’ll be someone there that you like.” I led the way out of the kitchen and then out of the house, Laura following behind me with a lot less enthusiasm.

  I rapped on the door three times in succession, the knock seeming too loud in the veil of silence that was currently draped over Alexandria. It was only 8 P.M., but the arrival of Rick’s hardened group had thrown everyone off, and it seemed most residents had decided to catch an early night. Just as I lifted my knuckles to knock again, the door was flung open by Rick. My eyes widened: it was the first time I had seen him without his beard, and he looked a whole lot different. Behind me, I heard Laura breathe the tiniest sigh of relief. Her suspicions of the group had obviously lain in the fact that Rick had looked kind of (completely) intimidating before. Now he looked softer and slightly less threatening, though a shadow remained in his eyes, one that I doubted would ever leave, not after that long on the road.

  “Um. Hi!” I said awkwardly, realising that I hadn’t planned my introduction. “My name’s Y/N, and this is Laura.” I gestured at her, and she waved, almost dropping her tray as she did so. “Um. We made hot chocolate for you.”

  Rick squinted at us, confused. “What?”

  “It’s really cold tonight, and we thought you might like some.”

  “Thanks, but—”

  “Dad?” A teenage boy appeared in the doorway, peering out at us curiously. His mouth opened slightly when he saw the mugs of steaming hot chocolate laid out on our trays. “Is that hot chocolate?” he asked.

  “Sure is,” I said, smiling at him. “Want some?”

  “Hell yeah, I do.”

  “Now, Carl, I don’t think—” Rick was cut off again by Carl grabbing one of the mugs and carrying it into the house. We heard him say “there’s hot chocolate”, and within seconds Rick had to move out the way as the rest of his group collected their mugs, some murmuring thank yous, others nodding stiffly at us.

  After seemingly everyone had taken their mug, there were two left on my tray. I raised my eyebrows at Rick, knowing that one of them was his. “They’re not poisoned, Rick. It’s just hot chocolate.” I looked him in the eye sincerely, trying to fight my way past that impenetrable shadow. After a few intense seconds, he relented and took a mug. He visibly relaxed as the palms of his hands enclosed the warm ceramic.

  There was now just one mug left on the tray; someone hadn’t come out to pick theirs up. “Who’s is this?” I asked Rick.

  “Ah. That’d be Daryl. He’s upstairs, but don’t worry about it. He doesn’t… warm well to new people. Sorry.”

  “I’ll take it up! He won’t even notice I’m there, promise. He might not warm well to me, but everyone likes hot chocolate.” I jogged past Rick and up the stairs, ignoring his half-hearted protests. He seemed exhausted, and simply leaned against the banister and tentatively sipped his hot chocolate, waiting for me to come back down so he could politely throw Laura and I out.

  After two accidental forays into a bathroom and an empty bedroom, I found a man sitting on the window seat in the study, staring out onto the street and cleaning a weapon. He didn’t notice me straight away, so I took the time to admire his appearance: he had long-ish dark hair, unwashed but somehow still flattering; a light scattering of facial hair; and muscled arms that had me tightening my grip on the mug.

  “Excuse me,” I said, as quietly as possible so as to avoid making him (Dale? Darren? Daryl?) jump. It was inevitable, though, and Daryl (that was his name, I was sure Rick had said that) jolted and almost dropped his weapon. In a flash, he had it pointed at me, and was glaring and breathing heavily.

  “No! No, um, oh my god. I just brought you some hot chocolate,” I said, extending the hand holding the mug. “Rick let me in. I made hot chocolate for everyone. Please don’t shoot me.” I laughed awkwardly.

  Ever so slowly, Daryl lowered his weapon, which I noticed was a crossbow. A crossbow that I recognised very well. “Can I…?” I asked, suggesting walking further into the room. Daryl nodded and sat back down, resuming cleaning his crossbow. He made no eye contact, and no attempts at conversation. I set the mug down on the desk, where Daryl could easily reach it.

  I shifted from one foot to another, waiting for Daryl to say something. Nothing was said, so I took a leap of faith and tried to start a conversation with him.

  “Sorry, that’s a… that’s a Stryker 380, right?” I said, looking longingly at the crossbow.

  Daryl glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah.”

  “I used to have one of those. My brother gave it to me.”

  “You had a crossbow?” Daryl said incredulously, doubt clouding his face as he scanned the dress I was wearing, and the hot chocolate I had just delivered to him.


  Daryl made a disbelieving noise and shook his head. As I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out the room, he cleared his throat. “Thanks for the drink,” he muttered. I smiled and walked out the room, shutting the door behind me. I made a plan there and there to prove Daryl wrong about me, and it involved a whole lot more hot chocolate.

  The next evening I was left to make and deliver the hot chocolate alone, as Laura hadn’t appreciated me leaving her in the foyer with Rick.

  “He still scares me,” she admitted. “Even without the beard.”

  “I think you’re being unfair.”

  Despite everything I said in Rick’s favour, Laura refused to come with me again, and so I struggled over to the house with a tray balanced on each hand. When I got to the door, I realised that I couldn’t knock, and so I just shouted “hot chocolate!”. The door opened to reveal the teenage boy, whose name I now knew was Carl,  and he grinned widely. Everyone took their mugs, even Rick, and when there was one left I proceeded upstairs where I knew I would find Daryl (with permission from Rick, of course).

  “Back again?” he grunted when I entered the study.

  “Obviously,” I replied, setting down his hot chocolate. The mug from yesterday was still there, drained completely. I smirked, and then reached into my pocket for the photo I’d spent hours searching for earlier in the day. Despite having been in Alexandria for so long, I still kept all my stuff in the rucksack I had carried around while I was on the road. The photo in question was right at the bottom, crumpled and ominously stained with something that could be blood. But the image was still clear, and that was all I needed.

  “Look,” I said, holding it out to him. He took it gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, and as he examined it, I let myself be swallowed by the memories that arose from the photo.

  It was taken years before, on my 16th birthday. My older brother had come home from college and brought with him a large box wrapped in colourful paper, and contained within was the crossbow I’d always wanted. He and I had always been into weapons, not because we wanted to shoot things with them, but just because of their intricacy, their detail, the sheer way in which they worked. I was so happy that day; I held the crossbow with awe and endlessly thanked my brother. We posed for a picture together: him with his arm around my shoulders, me with the crossbow cradled in my arms, both of us with huge smiles on our faces.

  “This you, then?”

  “Yeah,” I said, trying to hold back the tears stinging my eyes.

  “Who’s that?”

  “My brother,” I mumbled, my voice breaking.


  I snatched the photo back, crumpling it even more. Daryl looked up at me, puzzled by my strange behaviour. “Sorry,” I said quickly, trying to wipe my eyes surreptitiously. “I just wanted to show you that I did have a crossbow.”

  “Not anymore?”

  “No,” I said, my voice stone-cold. “Someone took it from me.” I inadvertently clenched my fists as I remembered the terrifying group that had threatened to kill me if I didn’t give them my weapon. They would’ve taken my bag as well if I hadn’t left it hidden in the cave I was camped out in.

  “Wha’ about your brother? He here as well?”

  “He’s dead,” I said bluntly, the words razor-sharp on my lips.

  “Mine too,” Daryl muttered, looking out the window where the rain was falling fast and heavy, the sky an angry grey.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, embarrassed at the way I’d been talking, having not thought that he could’ve been through the same things as me. I patted Daryl on the shoulder and he jerked away, hitting his other shoulder on the window. I stepped back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

  “Sorry,” he murmured. “Ain’t really used to people comfortin’ me is all.”

  “Well, I’m gonna go now,” I said, picking up yesterday’s mug.

  “What’s your name?” Daryl questioned, just before I left the room.


  “See ya tomorrow?” he said, hope shining in his eyes, despite his probable attempts to hide it.

  “You must really like my hot chocolate.”

  “Somethin’ like that.”

  Over the next three weeks, I brought Daryl as many mugs of hot chocolate as I could manage, as well as mugs for the rest of the group, whom I grew quite close to. I was right: the drink was the best icebreaker. But most of all for Daryl. By the fifth mug, we were talking for hours and he let me sit opposite him on the window seat. After number eight, Daryl blushed when I kissed his unshaven cheek before I left. Daryl drained his thirteenth mug and before he could put it down I captured his lips in a chocolatey kiss. His rough hands slid up the back of my shirt and we were making out on the window seat, drunk on the taste of warm cocoa.

  I stayed all night after the sixteenth mug, and in the morning Daryl and I found a quiet spot of Alexandria where he let me try target practice with his crossbow. Even though I knew well how to use it, I asked him to help me just so I could feel his presence right behind me, feel his hands above mine.

  Mug number eighteen and I pulled out the picture of me and my brother again, and I told Daryl everything. The day of my 16th birthday, the day my brother died, and everything in between. I told him about the people that had taken my crossbow, and he swore to do whatever he could to get it back, even though that was a ridiculous promise since we’d probably never see those people again.

  Mug number twenty was the last one. Not only was I out of cocoa powder, but Daryl admitted something.

  “I can’t make any more hot chocolate. There’s none left,” I sighed, leaning back against Daryl’s chest.

  “It’s okay.”

  “You’ll have to get some more next time you go out with Aaron.”


  I twisted to look at him; he was looking sheepish.

  “What do you mean, ‘maybe’?”

  “… I don’ even like hot chocolate.”

  “What? Why didn’t you say something?”

  “You always came with it, an’ tha’ was more important.”

  “You didn’t have to drink it every time!”

  “Wanted to please ya.”

  I shook my head in utter disbelief. “You’re such a loser, Daryl.” I kissed him gently, wondering what his lips would taste like without the chocolate, and sure that I wouldn’t be disappointed.

Matt is your boyfriend and after 3 months of not seeing each other you finally finish filming your big time movie Lucy and a few TV show and you decide to come visit him and your older brother Nash.


I quickly get out of the taxi and head to Matts mansion. That plane ride from New York back to Cali is a pain in the ass.

I finally finished filming 4 episodes of Eye Candy, 2 episodes of The Walking Dead and my movie Lucy. Coming here to Cali counts as a 5 day vacation.

I’m planning on surprising Matt. Then Matt and I could surprise Nash and Cam. I was hoping that Nash, Cameron, Matt and I could spend some time in the park and soak up some vitamin D because for the last 4 days we’ve been talking, texting, FaceTiming, Skyping, tweeting and snapchatting non stop.

We need some sunlight.

I get out his key that he made a copy for me and I open the door and close it behind me.

I see a shit load of roses on the countertop with a little note on it.

‘Love you too the end of the Milky Way and back


“Aww…” I said touching my heart and smelling the roses. “Wait, how did he know I was coming?”

I shrugged the question off. I take the note from the flower arrangements and went up the stairs to Matts room.

“Matt?” I asked loud enough for him to hear me, but his rooms are sound proof, so he can’t really hear me. “One guy in this big ass house…”

I went into Matts room and opened the door. “Matt, you in here?” I asked loudly, opening the door.

I see the worst image ever.

Vita, Matts manger was having sex with my boyfriend. Vita was on top, bouncing on him and he’s just laying there, enjoying it.

“(Y/N), sunshine. I. I-”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled at him slamming the door as loud as I possibly can and running down the stairs.

The door slamming still echoed around the whole house. Matt was coming after me yelling out my name.


I tried to open the door, before Matt came down. But his doorknob is so damn difficult.

I turn around and look at him, leaning on the front door. My eyes balling out tears. My heart is broken but I still managed to cross my arms, shift my weight and give the most disgusting look ever to Matt.

“Who is she?” Vita said walking down the steps with a blanket covering her

“My girlfri-”

“Ex.” I corrected him, giving him a cold eye and then turning around. I have the doorknob one hard turn to the left and swung it open, I left through the front door

“At least let me drive you!”

Did you hear that? My heart broke in pieces. He didn’t even want to fight for our love, our relationship, for our life we were planning on having together.

“I can walk you dick bag…” I said rudely back to him, crumbling the note into a ball throwing it down the side of the mountain.

“You can’t walk 18 miles to LA!” He yelled back to me. I turned around

“Watch me…” I said to him walking backwards with my arms out. I turn back around and walk down the little hill. I took off the promise ring and threw it in his direction. “Why don’t you give it to your new girlfriend!”

I can’t believe I fell for you. Nash was right, your just a jerk who thinks they can make girls feel special but they can’t because their ego gets in their head

I can’t believe I gave you my minutes, hours and days!

You told me you love me.

All those text messages.

Those indirects

Those late night calls

All down the drain.

I finally got to the street and got a taxi to drive me to Cam and Nash’s apartment.

My thoughts were just piling in, non stop.

He loves me… Why would he do something like that. I love him.

You know, A REAL boyfriend/Girlfriend sees no other females/males, Because he/she only has eyes for their Guy/Girl.

I guess he wasn’t real at all.

“20 dollars…” The driver said to me as he stopped at the apartment building.

I have him the 20 dollars and left without saying a word.

I got out my phone and went on Twitter. I don’t love you


I went up the stairs and to Nash’s apartment. I knock on the doors trying not to cry, looking down at my feet, looking at my naked right hand, looking at my lock screen.

Nash opened the door and I just collapsed.

I pull Nash into a hug and he’s just surprised to see me. “I though you were gone for another 2 week” Nash said hugging me tight, not hearing me softly cry.

Nash pulled me away and my face felt so salty. “What happened?” Nash asked concerned, walking me to the couch as I ball my eyes out.

“Nothing. I’m just so happy to see you…” I said wiping my tears away. “And yes, I am I just came to pick up some stuff and to say goodbye. I have another WTD episode to film”

“But Matt took a few of your things to his place…” Nash said quietly. I stood up from the couch, pretending I didn’t hear that.

“Well I have to go, the director only gave me a 5 hour break…” I said chuckling, hoping he didn’t see through my lies. I turn around and Nash grabs my right hand and that turns me around.

“Where’s your ring?” Nash asked me curiously, holding my small hands to his face but still making eye contact with me.

“I lost it in the plane…” I said sadly, as I went to the kitchen to get me something to eat.

“Alright… Help yourself to some food then…” Nash said to me, in a unsure tone.

“You guys do the same shit at my place” I said to them getting Nashs fruity pebbles and eating them on the countertop, swinging my feet.

“(Y/N), what your language…” Cameron said to me as he went on his Mac, doing something that I couldn’t see from the kitchen.

“Cocoa puffs are better…” I muttered as I stuffed my face with fruity pebbles.

I didn’t even know he was here. Was he just there, sitting on the chair staring into the screen, listening to our conversation.

Cam is very good at picking shit up when people talk. He might be immature but he can sure put you on the spot when he wants too.

“Sorry…” I said annoyed, still eating the cereal. I think I pretty much got over Matt. I mean it’s his lost, every boy in the world wants me to be their girlfriend.

Seeing Nash, made me realise it. He was right, and I’m fine with it.

I went on Twitter and went on my profile. I have 8.7 million followers. Wow. A whole bunch of people DMed me, saying what happened between me and Matt.

I posted a tweet up.

'Maybe it’s for the better…’

I finish the box of cereal and there’s a knock at the door. Nash hopped off of the couch to go check it out.

I got myself a small glass of milk to wash everything down and I threw away the cereal box.

“Nashie! You need more Fruity pebbles!” I yelled over to him, he gave me a thumbs up.

I hop off the counter and put the glass in the sink. “(Y/N)?”

Oh, Matthew….

“Oh, baby! I had the worst nightmare ever…” Matthew said, almost running over Nash just to give me a hug. I was about to give him a hug when I saw Vita, so I just stood there like a awkward penguin.

“Oh… Hello Matthew” I said coldly to him as he hugged me.

Matt stopped hugging me and ran his fingers down my arms to my hands.

“Where is your ring?” Matt asked me sincerely. I take my eyes off of Matt and look over at Vita as I see a sparkly thing on her right hand.

“It seems like your girlfriend has it…” I said to him, smiling innocently, like we never happened

Matt stood there looking at me like his nightmare has come true. He froze in place.

Not blinking

Not making eye contact

Just staring.

“Well, I got to go. My 5 hour break was done 13 hours ago…” I said moving away from Matts body and over to Nash.

“Can I come? I love Daryl” Nash said as I hug him.

“You creeping on him, nahh” I said moving on to Cameron. Cameron gave me one of his famous sitting down hugs.

“Bye, Vita. Bye Matthew” I said waving to them as they still wait in the kitchen. Vita waves back but Matthew was just standing there in the same spot, not moving.


I don’t think this is the best

IM SORRRYYYY!!! IM TRYING (inserts crying emoji)

But part 2 soon?

Drunk Confessions (Now in Pt 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Combined all parts. Use to be part  8, now in part 3

Your POV

     The flight was simple. Four hours. Since it was late at night everyone was asleep. You guys checked into the hotel around 4am. Nate was still being slightly protective so he made you sleep in the same bed as him, with Derek and Sam in the other. The next morning you wake up but everyone else is still asleep. You see there is a Tim Horton’s across the street. You get dressed in the bathroom and head down. You order a dozen donuts to bring back. While walking into the elevator you see Sam walk out. “Are those for us?” He asks pointing to the box. You nod yes. “Well then looks like I’m going back upstairs.” He says laughing. You notice him staring so you look towards him to see what’s up. “Damn you’ve grown up nice.” He says.

You roll your eyes and ignore it. He clearly hasn’t grown up other than looks. You get into the room and see Derek and Skate still sleeping. You leave the donuts on the dresser under the TV. You pull out your laptop and start looking for things to do. There’s so many things you don’t know where to start. You know you definitely want to go to the Island with Derek alone. Especially since you haven’t had your proper date yet. You suddenly feel a body on your left.

“Good morning baby.” You hear Derek moan. “What are you looking at?” He asks. “I’m thinking our first proper date should be on the island. There’s a ton of stuff to do there.” You say. He looks at the pictures over your shoulder. “Should we go tonight?” he questions. “Do you think it’d be okay to go on the first night?” You ask him. He nods and kisses your neck causing your heart to flutter. He then walks into the bathroom. “What’s up with that?” You hear Sam ask. “They’re dating isn’t it crazy?” Nate says from the other side of the room. “You’re dating him?” Sammy asks shocked.

“Yeah is there a problem?” You say to Sam. He shakes his head then gets up and starts going through his bag. About half an hour later the boys are ready. You’re walking out to the street next to Nate with Derek and Sam in front of you. While walking through the door Sam holds his hand out “After you” He says. You huff, roll your eyes and keep walking. Derek now next to you “What was up with that?” He asks. “He thinks he can hit on me because I use to know him back in Omaha.” You say sternly. “He hit on you?” Derek says shock looking back at him. “Mhmm.” You say shaking your head. You guys reach the side walk. They all follow you since you know where you’re going. You decided to take them to the CN Tower first since it’s the iconic symbol of Toronto. You and Derek walk hand in hand the whole way. He’ll rub your thumb with his every once in a while, forcing you to smile. You get to the tower. On occasion the boys would be boys and get on your nerves slightly. You did love how goofy they were. When they’re not working they stop being so serious and let their guard down. Sometimes you regretting being in public with them though. We get to the top and all the boys start taking pictures. You go out to the deck that leads outside. You enjoy the view and fresh air. You then feel a body from behind.

At first you thought it was Derek until you feel a watch on the wrist. Derek wasn’t wearing a watch. You quickly turn around to see Sam.

“Get the fuck off of her!”

Derek’s POV

I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Being with y/n and hanging out with my friends in a city I haven’t been too yet. It was a dream come true. A dream I didn’t even know I had. We get to the top and the view is incredible.

We head over to the glass floor and start looking down. I see y/n head out onto the deck that leads outside. I stay with Skate taking a couple pictures. I see Sam disappear. I remember what y/n said about him hitting on her. I didn’t believe it at first with Sam being such a good friend, but yet again Skate set me up before. I walk outside to see exactly that. His arms around her waist. I see her push him off in disgust. That’s my girl, but who the fuck does he think he’s fooling? The sight of it makes my blood boil.  “Get the fuck off of her!” I scream at him pulling him away. “Look man I-“ I cut him off. “If I ever see you touch her again you’re going to wish you never even met her.”

Skate then jumps in between us. He pulls Sam aside and I pull y/n back into the tower. “Thank you for that.” She says. “You tell me if he touches or even talks to you again okay?” I say to her. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again. She nods and I kiss her on the cheek. I decided I now want to leave. I text Skate and tell him we’re going to the island. ‘Have fun’ he responded. Y/n and I then head down. We took a cab to the ferry instead of walking. While waiting for the boat a couple of fans had stopped us and asked for pictures. We then realize we never even told the fans we were dating. Skate only found out two days ago. They all ask and when we confirm you can see a couple of them give y/n a look and talk under their breaths. I pull her aside under my arm. “Don’t worry about them.” I say to her. She ignores it. We get on the ferry and what I see is beyond incredible. “You can see the whole skyline.” I said in awe. Y/n laughed at me in amusement. I never knew something like this could make me feel so, calm. I never ever imagined being with my dream girl looking out onto a skyline like this. I see why she loved it here so much.

The island was better than I could imagine. It was perfect for our first date. Y/n kept pointing to things and explaining them. I have to admit I wasn’t quite paying attention as I couldn’t stop admiring how happy she looked. She looked as if she didn’t have a care, like the whole world was in her hands.


Help for the holidays part 2

Sorry I got a little carried away, thank’s for reading.

description: You are an elf at the north pole that dreams of a life besides toy making, and when Santa receives an emergency letter from Ben winchester you get your chance. Santa sends you on a special mission to give the winchester family, Dean, a workaholic, and his two kids Charlie and Ben, a holiday wake up call.The only rule is don’t get too close.

Previous parts: Part 1

Dean was about to say something when his phone started to ring, he fished it out of his pocket and looked at the caller I.D and then looked back at you “Do you mind if I take this real quick” he asked.

“No it’s fine go ahead” you said flashing him a smile.

He smiled back and stood up from his chair and stepping out of the office, you took the time to come up with a plan, obviously Dean wasn’t going to be easy to crack so you had to find some way to get to the kids, they were likely your best shot at making Dean realize how far he had fallen, the only problem was you had to first, get the job, and second, get the kids to believe, but before you could think of what to do next Dean came back in an annoyed expression on his face.

“I just got off the phone with my partner and he wants to have a meeting in an hour, but the kids get out of school and I don’t have time to find somebody else, would you mind starting now,  I looked over your file and you’re more than qualified, plus now that I met you I think the kids will really like you” He asked his green eyes begging you.

Well that was easier than you thought it would, get the job check, now you just half to work on the kids “I would love to meet the kids, I can come by in an hour or do you want me to just follow you” you asked standing up and gathering your things.

He sighed in relief “thank you so much Y/n, I’ll make sure you get payed a little more for starting on such short notice” he said walking out of the office behind you and then closing and locking the door “If you wouldn’t mind you can just follow me so you don’t half to ask for directions, My car is just over here” he approached a sleek black car.

“oh wow, It’s beautiful Dean” you said walking towards it to get a better look.

“Thank you” his face lit up “this is a 67 chevy impala, I got it from my dad before he passed away” he said running his hands over the car lovingly, then he snapped back into business mode “just follow me I’ll slow down a little so you can keep up” he said getting into his car and giving you a flirty wink.

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